Chapter 24

Chu Ci wanted to zoom in on her phone to appreciate the poem, but her phone was taken away.

She immediately grumbled in dissatisfaction, "I haven't finished reading it yet."

But then he turned his face away uncomfortably, his ear tips flushed red, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Chu Ci raised an eyebrow, turned to face him, tilted her head and teased, "Didn't you tell me to look at this? Which male model is this? Where did you download the photo from? Can you send it to me?"

Since I'm leaving anyway, I might as well try to get some verbal advantage.

Huo Junyan glanced at her sideways, sat on the daybed with a cold face, crossed his legs, and reached up to pick up a book from behind: "Human Anatomy and Physiology".

Chu Ci opened her eyes wide; she was now very curious about Huo Junyan's mental state.

From the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic to Human Anatomy, he even showed her hilarious pictures of male models sleeping. Uh, could it be...? "You study anatomy? What you're showing me is...? You're so perverted."

Huo Junyan turned a page, closed it, stood up, knelt on one knee on the daybed, put the book "Human Anatomy and Physiology" back, looked up, and took out a copy of "The Order of Time" from it.

Such a large span?

He didn't continue reading; instead, he looked up and stared intently at her. "The photos were sent to me by a pervert."

"Who is it?" Chu Ci asked with a gossipy look. Seeing that he seemed quite angry, she pursed her lips to suppress a laugh, her mind wandering wildly. With such a great physique, he must be a male model. She'd send the picture to Huo Junyan, hehehehe...

Seeing his increasingly pale face, she quickly comforted him, "You're so handsome, it's normal for people to have feelings for you. All kinds of feelings are beautiful. If someone sends you a photo, you can refuse if you don't like it. Don't be discriminatory, you're a man, after all."

Huo Junyan trembled with anger and threw his phone onto the daybed, saying, "Look carefully."

Chu Ci, confused, picked up his phone. There was no password; it opened directly to the chat interface. Without even reading the text, he tapped the image, zoomed in with his fingertip, and... *swoosh*

Sensing the intense heat gathering above her head, she quickly tapped the image; the text read:

[I've had my eye on you for a while now. Last time I pretended to be drunk and let you get away, but this time you're still in my hands. Sleeping with you is worth it; my life is about to start afresh.]

She read the arrogant and provocative language twice before she could form a complete sentence in her mind.

His eyes widened in disbelief, for two words were prominently displayed at the top of the screen: Chu Ci (Songs of Chu).

Is this what she sent to Huo Junyan?

Is that photo of Huo Junyan himself?

No wonder she didn't recognize him at first; his face was a sleeping profile, with wisps of hair partially obscuring his eyes. She only glanced at him once, her gaze completely drawn to his large abs.

Wow~ The air conditioning is so cold!

Even if she were incredibly smart, quick-witted, and responsive, she would never have guessed that she had taken the photo herself!

Sleeping with someone isn't enough; he also takes nude photos of them. Instead of keeping them secretly for his own enjoyment, he sends them to the victims to show off.

Why didn't Huo Zixi mention this at all?

Oh, only the person involved would know about this.

Chu Ci chuckled awkwardly and slowly put down her phone. "I didn't send this," she bit her tongue, not trying to deny it, but it was just too damn perverted, how could she admit it?

Was this her style before?

Isn't she sick?

No wonder he was "hunted down" by them; no wonder he was filled with hatred the moment they met.

She probably thought she was going to die, which is why she went crazy and provoked him.

Tsk, man proposes, God disposes.

Huo Junyan was satisfied with her fascinating changes in expression and sat down again leisurely. "Who sent it?"

He suddenly frowned. "After you secretly took pictures of me, you sent my...private photos to other people?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Chu Ci hurriedly waved her hands, denying it three times in a row. "Uh...did I really take the picture?"

She hung her head and said, "I didn't know I used to be like this. I promise I'll change and never become like this again."

Huo Junyan's eyes changed slightly as he picked up "The Order of Time" and said, "Well, it's good that you remember it."

She sat on the other side of the daybed, leaning over the low table, and opened the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic. She folded out the chapters on the *Suwen* and *Lingshu*... The main focus is on the spirit, consciousness, and memory; mental and spiritual cultivation is beneficial for amnesia...

He took the book and put it back on the wall.

Chu Ci stared blankly at Huo Junyan. Was he researching how to help her regain her memories?

"Dean Lu has formulated a treatment plan; the sooner the better,"

“Xingxing needs to sleep. I’ll go give him a bath,” she paused, “or you can give him a bath.”

Touching my hair, it felt a little gritty; I hadn't taken good care of it at the hospital.

Seawater is very damaging to hair, and she cherishes her hair the most, spending much more time on hair care than on skincare.

Huo Junyan gave her a deep look and nodded.

The two left the room. Chu Ci glanced at the layout of the second-floor rooms. They were well-lit on all four sides and had views on three sides. There were four or five closed doors in the line of sight.

She didn't know which room could be opened and which couldn't.

"Hey," she called out to Huo Junyan, who was about to push open the door to Xingxing's room, and asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Which room do I stay in?"

He paused slightly, glancing at his own room. "You can choose one yourself."

After saying that, he pushed open the door to Xingxing's room. The two of them stood at the door for a moment, stunned. The little guy had moved more than a dozen model cars onto the bed and was chatting away.

It seems the stars prefer this place.

She turned and walked inside, pushing open the door furthest from his room. It was a bedroom with a landscape painting on the wall behind the bed, which she liked.

Chu Ci closed the door and looked at the clothes prepared in the dressing room, all in her size. Then she looked at the cosmetics on the bathroom vanity and found that they were all her usual products, but they were not separated.

She snapped out of her reverie, turned around, and went out into another room. The room was decorated in a warm, beige color scheme, and her usual skincare products were displayed on the vanity in the bathroom.

After exiting, walk past a viewing screen, and push open a double door to enter the study.

She stepped out and stared blankly at the room with the stars.

Suddenly I hesitated.

Chu Ci's personality rarely involves dragging things out. She wasn't foolish enough to think that Huo Junyan did all this simply because of his long-held obsession or because of Xingxing.

But she was even more aware of the Huo family's attitude.

She didn't want Huo Junyan to go against his family for her sake.

But clearly, he was unwilling to let go.

Chu Ci sighed, walked into the landscape painting-filled bedroom, turned on the tap to run water, and her thoughts gradually became scattered.

The bathroom in the starry sky, however, has a completely different style.

Huo Junyan filled the children's bathtub with warm water and stared at Xingxing, the father and son still locked in a stalemate.

"Dad, I can wash myself."

“No, you can only start learning to wash your hair and bathe independently between the ages of five and seven. Before the age of five, you need an adult to accompany you,” he snorted, thinking that his annual visits to the children’s welfare home to do volunteer work were just for show. “I am your guardian now, and I must be responsible for you.”

Xingxing looked up, thought for a moment, then looked at the bathtub. "Dad, could you go out for a bit? I need to take off my clothes."

Huo Junyan suddenly remembered the scene he had seen at Chu Ci's place last time, where his son was undressed in his sleep and quickly dressed in his pajamas, and he burst into laughter.

"Didn't your mother ever bathe you? Did she avoid it too?"

Xingxing lowered her head and said sullenly, "I dare not disobey Mommy."

"Pfft..." Huo Junyan suppressed a laugh, "Sorry."

He raised his hand in a gesture of invitation and politely left the restroom. Seeing that he was about to close the door, he reached out to stop him, saying, "You can't close the door, or I won't call you Mom anymore."

Xingxing thought for a moment and compromised.

She took off her vest and was about to take off her underwear when she glanced back before taking it off herself. Then, standing on a small stool, she jumped into the bathtub with a "plop."

Hearing the noise, Huo Junyan immediately came in, only to see him roll over in the water and pop his little head out.

When Xingxing saw him, she quickly took the little yellow duck into the water. Her adorable little face was flushed. "Daddy, I can wash it myself."

He found it both funny and amusing. He rolled up his sleeves, squeezed some foam into his son's bath, and didn't expose his son for pressing down on the little yellow duck the whole time.

After his bath, I wrapped him in a large bath towel and took him out of the bathroom. I placed him on the bed, which was covered with toy cars, dried his body and hair, and looked at the bed full of toy cars. I gasped and asked, "Do you need Daddy to help you put them away?"

Xingxing shook her head, pulled the pillow to the middle of the bed, sat down, and then a series of cars circled around her.

He also knew to lie down first to test the distance between the two sides, and then fill in both sides before lying down again with satisfaction.

Huo Junyan's mind skipped a beat. "Are you sure there's no problem?"

Xingxing nodded, touching the toy cars on either side, and suddenly asked, "Daddy, will I always have a daddy?"

He froze, walked over, bent down and kissed his son on the cheek. "I am your father, and no one can change that."

"So you came to the airport to pick me up?"

Huo Junyan touched his son's face, a smile playing on his lips. Fate is truly wondrous; he could never have imagined that the mischievous and clever little boy would be his and Chu Ci's child.

"Dad, don't you recognize me?"

He froze again, his eyes stinging, and he sniffed, "I'm sorry, Dad didn't recognize you right away."

Xingxing tugged at his ear, "I didn't recognize my dad either."

"Then let's be understanding of each other."

Xingxing raised his fist, and Huo Junyan instantly understood, so he clenched his fist and bumped it with his son's.

He took the blanket and covered him with it. Xingxing closed his eyes. One second, two seconds, three seconds... was he already asleep? Huo Junyan tried to pick up a toy car, but there was no reaction.

Looking up at the sky, I exclaimed: "I've been suffering from insomnia for five years, and you've slept through all my sleep!"

Chu Ci, however, pushed open the door and entered, holding her phone, her expression quite strange.