Chapter 85 Their Wedding, Fu Hengzhi Arrives

The maid who was getting them slippers was clearly taken aback.

At this time, when dinner should be prepared, the husband not only did not instruct anyone to serve the food, but also asked everyone to leave.

Although they had doubts, no one dared to ask any more questions, and they closed the door behind them as they left.

The living room suddenly became so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

Huo Zhan gently placed Su Muchi on the soft sofa.

Su Muci looked up and met his burning gaze. "Aren't we going to eat?"

"eat."

Huo Zhan leaned closer, his arms bracing on either side of her body, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobes.

His voice was incredibly hoarse: "I'll eat you first."

"boom--"

Su Muci's mind went blank for a moment, and when she understood what he meant, her cheeks flushed red.

"But I...I haven't started my period yet..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone lying to the side suddenly vibrated, and the screen lit up, displaying a text message:

【Cici, you disobeyed me this time, which made me very unhappy!】

It was sent by Fu Hengzhi.

Su Muci subconsciously reached out to grab her phone.

However, a large hand snatched it away even faster, and the phone was instantly thrown onto a single sofa not far away.

"Hmm..."

Before she could even utter a complete syllable, he silenced her with a predatory kiss.

Their lips and tongues were locked in a fierce embrace, and Su Muci's breathing became increasingly rapid.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, his large hand suddenly covered her slender neck, and then the pressure tightened abruptly!

"Mr. Huo?!"

A feeling of suffocation washed over her, and Su Muci suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She instinctively pressed her hands against his firm chest.

"!"

Huo Zhan was startled awake by the exclamation. His body stiffened abruptly, and the next second, he released his grip as if he had been electrocuted.

When he saw the clear red mark on Su Muchi's neck, the surging desire in his eyes receded rapidly like a tide, replaced by an unprecedented panic and regret.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Cici... I hurt you... I... I'm sorry..."

He suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace, his chest heaving violently, like a child who had done something wrong, his voice filled with panic.

He seemed afraid, afraid that she would leave him like this!

Su Muci reached out and hugged his tense back: "Mr. Huo, I'm fine, really fine... Look, it's just a little red, it doesn't hurt."

Under her gentle soothing words, Huo Zhan's tense muscles relaxed slightly.

He didn't continue his previous impulsive actions, but carefully straightened her disheveled clothes.

He appeared calm and silent throughout, but Su Muci noticed the lingering gloom in his eyes.

Su Muci didn't ask any further questions.

As night deepened, she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

But as she slept, she felt the person beside her get out of bed. After he closed the bedroom door and left, Su Muci opened her eyes, quickly dressed, and followed him out.

This was the first time she had followed him.

She needed to know what was wrong with him. Who was he going to see so late?

The Maybach drove ahead, and Su Muci followed behind in a taxi.

Huo Zhan received a reminder from his bodyguard: "Mr. Huo, your wife is following behind you."

A single line of text made him feel as if he were in an ice cave.

Cici... she still came along.

The darkest, most wretched corners of his heart would eventually be exposed to her clear gaze.

Huo Zhan, who was decisive and omnipotent in the business world, now looked like a prisoner about to be judged, his palms sweating and trembling slightly.

"What will she think of me when she finds out?"

"A madman who can't control his emotions and has a devil living inside him?"

"She'll be scared, disgusted, and she'll leave without looking back..."

A thought flashed through my mind: have the bodyguards stop her, use any excuse to send her home, lock her up, and never let her see anyone outside again! Don't give her any chance to leave!

His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

He couldn't do that; he could no longer use any form of coercion or concealment against her.

What's meant to come will come!

In the end, Su Muci followed Huo Zhan's car all the way to that private psychological clinic.

Su Muci was clearly taken aback when she saw the words "Psychological Clinic" outside the door.

Why would he come to a place like this?

Su Muci pressed herself against the door and overheard Huo Zhan and Cheng Siyu recounting how he had briefly lost control after seeing the text message from his rival, wanting to forcibly possess her and lock her up so she could never contact the outside world again!

Her face showed disbelief: she had never known any of this!

Cheng Siyu's calm voice reached Su Muchi's ears through the crack in the door: "President Huo, childhood trauma makes you unable to fully believe that you are worthy of being loved, so any potential threat will trigger your extreme jealousy and out-of-control reaction."

"I suggest... you have another electroconvulsive therapy session to avoid affecting your wedding the day after tomorrow..."

Electroconvulsive therapy?

Su Muci's heart clenched!

As the beeping sound of the machine starting up came from inside, she could no longer bear it and pushed open the clinic door!

The sight before her eyes caused her immense heartache.

Huo Zhan sat in a specially made chair, with an electrode pad on his forehead and his lips bleeding from being bitten.

She almost threw herself at his side, her trembling hands trying to touch the electrodes, but afraid of hurting him, and in the end she could only helplessly grab his cold wrist.

Hot tears welled up and fell onto the back of his pale hand.

"Mr. Huo..."

Her voice was broken and filled with unbearable heartache, "Did you... always punish yourself like this?"

Huo Zhan closed his eyes, as if awaiting a death sentence: "Now you see, I am a monster with a dark heart. If you want to leave now, I..."

"I won't leave."

She interrupted him decisively, her voice trembling with tears, yet exceptionally clear and firm.

The next second, she carefully avoided the wires, climbed onto the treatment chair, stretched out her arms, and tightly, tightly wrapped them around his neck, choking back tears:

"Huo Zhan, I'm sticking with you for life. I don't care if you're an unattainable god or a bloodthirsty demon... I love you, all of you! Good, bad, powerful, evil... I want it all!"

She raised her tear-filled face and looked at him pleadingly, "So, please, please don't hurt yourself like this anymore, okay? Tell the doctor to stop the treatment. I'll stay with you, we'll definitely get better..."

Su Muci's voice was trembling so much that she could barely form a sentence.

Huo Zhan felt the real warmth and weight in his arms, and listened to her tearful yet incredibly firm confession.

The ice that had been building up in my heart for years, hard as iron, collapsed at this moment, melting into a warm, scalding current.

"Porcelain..."

He hugged her tightly: "Don't use words like 'beg,' just say the word and I'll do whatever you say!"

"Dr. Cheng, why aren't you removing it yet!"

At his command, Cheng Siyu stepped forward.

Before removing the electrode pads, he habitually checked the EEG monitor.

On the screen, the curve that had been violently oscillating like a storm had somehow returned to a stable and harmonious frequency!

After ten years of illness and countless medications and psychological interventions, there are now signs of recovery!

What healed him was not electric shocks, but unconditional love.

Cheng Siyu was deeply shocked.

After removing the electrode pads, he looked at the two people embracing on the bed and said solemnly, "Mr. Huo, you shouldn't need to come to me for electric shocks anymore. Congratulations."

Huo Zhan was not surprised by this result.

Because he could feel that his heart was at peace like never before.

He turned his head, his eyes red, and asked Cheng Siyu, "Dr. Cheng, are you free to attend the wedding the day after tomorrow?"

"It's hard to refuse Mr. Huo's personal invitation."

"Well, since you're familiar with Junjun, you can sit at the same table with her."

"..."

Cheng Siyu suddenly recalled what Huo Junjun had said last time, and his expression froze. "President Huo, can I still go back on my word?"

"Don't worry, she's not a tigress, she won't eat you up."

After saying that, he ignored Cheng Siyu's complicated expression and picked up Su Muchi from his arms.

"Cici, let's go home."

Su Muchi pressed her cheek against his warm and reliable chest and softly replied, "Okay."

On the way back, she remembered something and explained:

"I invited Fu Hengzhi to the wedding the day after tomorrow. But don't get me wrong, I invited him just to sever all ties with him in front of everyone, that's all."

Huo Zhan asked slowly and deliberately, "Oh, may I kill him then?"

Su Muci was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"That's possible, but to avoid getting Mr. Huo's hands dirty, let's choose a more civilized way for him to die, shall we?"

Huo Zhan tightened his arms around her, gently rested his chin on the top of her head, and replied in a doting tone, "Yes, ma'am!"

...

Two days later, at the Cathedral of Mary.

A grand wedding is about to begin.

At the church entrance, a group of arrogant young men from wealthy families gathered together.

They said with amusement, "Young Master Fu, this is the most famous church in Jiangcheng. It seems Su Muci spent a lot of money to propose to you this time!"

"Of course, although the group has now been taken over by the Huo family, the shares held by our young master Fu are still worth nearly 10 billion! Su Muci is just a live streamer. With her background, if we don't flatter her, do you think young master Fu would even look at her?"

Fu Hengzhi coughed lightly; in fact, all the stocks he held had been squeezed dry during that live broadcast.

Fortunately, the news hasn't spread yet, and people in the surrounding circle don't know about it.

At this moment, Fu Hengzhi was wearing an expensive custom-made suit, a slight smile playing on his lips, thinking: If I marry Su Muci, all that money will come back.

Su Muci loves him so much, yet she lets him do whatever he wants with her.

"You all need to be quick-witted. I'm not planning to refuse her today, but she's defied me time and time again. I don't want her to get her way so quickly. I need to at least temper her temper! You all need to watch my signals later!"

Upon hearing this, the young men exchanged knowing glances and echoed, "Don't worry, Young Master Fu!"

After saying that, Fu Heng and his entourage walked towards the church.