Huo Zhixing pouted; he was nothing like that pufferfish!

"Speak, what is it?"

"I just want to talk to someone."

Huo Zhixing frowned. "Besides me, you can't find anyone else?"

The person on the other end got impatient: "I just want to have a chat with you, why are you spouting so much nonsense? You're all set in with a wife, kids, and a warm bed, but can't you have some sympathy for single people like me?"

Oh, Huo Zhixing understands.

It turns out it was all because of Sang Qing again.

He chuckled softly, turned to look at Jiang Can who was still fast asleep, and after a long while, uttered two words in a low voice: "Address."

"Come to the coffee shop next to the hospital, let's have breakfast together."

After saying that, Nie Xin hung up the phone.

Huo Zhixing arrived at the coffee shop shortly after, and his eyes widened when he saw that Nie Xin's table was full of food.

“Even though you’re not filming right now, please remember to stay in shape!” Huo Zhixing stood in front of him, his face serious. “After all, you’re an artist under Yufeng Media, and I’m your boss!”

Nie Xin glanced at him indifferently and continued to eat her beef burger.

The bandages on his hands have been removed, and he can now hold things, but he still needs to apply medicine regularly.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Huo Zhixing sat down opposite him, casually fiddling with his coffee spoon.

Nie Xin swallowed the piece of beef in her mouth, lost in thought: "Tell me, how can you force a woman to admit that she likes you?"

Huo Zhixing looked at him for a moment and then let out a soft sneer.

"If you like something, you like it; if you don't like something, you don't like it. Why force it?"

“You don’t know, that brat, she…” Nie Xin started to say, but then suddenly remembered something, “By the way, when you were with my sister before, how did you know she liked you?”

"Ahem!" Huo Zhixing straightened up, adjusted his collar, and became serious.

"There's no need to confirm it at all; you can tell from her eyes... Can Can fell in love with me at first sight!"

After he finished speaking, Third Master Huo received a disdainful look.

"Heh, don't you believe me? My Cancan is absolutely perfect for me!" Huo Zhixing raised his eyebrows, unzipped his suit jacket to reveal his belt, and proudly showed it off to him.

"See that?"

"What is this?" Nie Xin curled her lip. "A tattered belt, without even a brand name!"

"You don't know what you're missing!" Huo Zhixing rolled his eyes. "This was a gift from Can Can!"

“Back when we were still in Jiangzhou, I told Cancan that I had my eye on a belt that cost three thousand yuan. Without saying a word, she transferred all the money she had left in her card to me so I could buy the belt!”

"Also, she wasn't like other women who urged their husbands to go out and make big money. At that time, Can Can said that it didn't matter who made money in this family, and told me to stay at home and that she would support me."

"She took me to the most expensive hotel in Jiangzhou to eat lobster rice, bought me a suit worth tens of thousands of yuan, and later even bought me a car!"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Nie Xin frowned, her eyes full of confusion. "The more I listen, the more it sounds like a story of a gigolo living off a woman? And he does it so self-righteously!"

Huo Zhixing curled his lips into a meaningful smile.

These are his most treasured memories, things he'll proudly show off to everyone. He'll even brag about them to his son when he grows up.

Then say this: See? Your mom and I are the real love, you're just an accident! Your mom has never bought you a belt that costs three thousand yuan, has she?

“Nie Xin, you don’t understand.” Huo Zhixing took a sip of coffee. “Although money isn’t everything, it has to be admitted that, many times, money is the touchstone.”

"A woman's willingness to spend money on you doesn't necessarily mean she loves you, but if she's not even willing to spend money on you, then of course she doesn't love you!"

Although Nie Xin works in the entertainment industry, she has always had her family protecting her, and her career has been smooth sailing. She has never experienced the hardships of life, so she naturally doesn't understand the meaning of money.

In his eyes, money is just a bunch of numbers.

However, this was the first time he had heard Huo Zhixing's argument, and it sounded quite reasonable.

"So, if Sang Qing is willing to spend money on me, it proves that she definitely likes me?"

“Uh…” Huo Zhixing stroked his chin, “Theoretically, it should be.”

Nie Xin was as excited as if she had received a royal decree, and immediately took out her phone to call Sang Qing.

"Hey, I've got my eye on a belt, it costs three thousand yuan!"

"Pfft..." Huo Zhixing almost spat out his coffee.

He stared wide-eyed at the strange man opposite him.

That's not right. A movie star has acted in so many films, he should be more adaptable than anyone else. How come he just copied the script without even changing it?

There was probably no response from Sang Qing, so Nie Xin frowned and continued tentatively, "Hello, Sang Qing, are you listening?"

"Seriously? You're scared by three thousand yuan?"

"Sang Qing, are you going to buy it for me or not?!"

"Hello!"

Huo Zhixing was speechless, covering his face with his hands, unable to bear to look.

But for some reason, there was no response from the other end of the phone.

Nie Xin looked at the screen; it was clearly in the "answered" state!

"Sang Qing!" He coughed twice. "Don't play dumb with me!"

"Ha, a belt worth three thousand yuan can catch Young Master Xin's eye? Could it be that the General's Mansion doesn't have a suitable belt for Young Master Xin?"

Nie Xin was suddenly startled; she hadn't expected to hear that voice on the phone...

When Huo Zhixing saw his expression suddenly change, he immediately realized something was wrong and quickly signaled him to turn on speakerphone.

Nie Xin remained calm, placed her phone on the table, turned on speakerphone, and greeted softly, "Good morning, Your Majesty."

"Young Master Xin, you're too kind," Queen Jiamin chuckled. "How is General Nie's health?"

"My father is doing well."

"His Majesty has been thinking of you these days and wants to invite you to the palace for a gathering."

Nie Xin's nose was covered in fine beads of sweat, her brows were furrowed, and her heart was pounding anxiously.

"I will certainly convey the Queen's words to my father."

Queen Jiamin smiled and, before Nie Xin could ask, she said, "I have a few robes that are worn out and the embroidery has some problems, but I can't bear to throw them away. I heard there's a skilled craftswoman in the countryside, so I invited her to help me re-embroider them."

"Young Master Xin, you have no objections, do you?"

Nie Xin crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on the screen, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Huo Zhixing quickly wrote a few words on a napkin: "Sang Qing is not as good as the embroiderers in the palace."

Nie Xin snapped out of her reverie, took a deep breath, and followed Jia Min's words, saying, "Of course I have no objection. It's just... it's just that Sang Qing hasn't received formal training, so I'm afraid she won't be as good as the embroiderers in the palace."

Huo Zhixing continued writing to him: Try to bring Sang Qing out.

“Well…” Nie Xin continued, “Your Majesty the Queen is really too kind to her. I think… I should go and bring her back now, so she doesn’t embarrass herself there.”

Jiamin laughed: "Young Master Xin, what are you saying! I really like this Miss Sang. She is conscientious and responsible, and her handicrafts are also excellent. Heh, Young Master Xin, don't rush to take her back. I want her to stay here for the next few days and then pay her ten times her wages."

"I think Miss Sang needs this money!"