083 He mistook someone for someone else.

Xie Yaoyao froze, and her phone slipped from her palm, falling to the ground with a thud.

She quickly broke free from Huo Yanxi's embrace and squatted down to pick up her phone.

For a moment, she was flustered and at a loss. Had Huo Yanxi recognized her? Or was he testing her?

She felt as if the gaze upon her was incredibly heavy, making it hard for her to breathe.

Xie Yaoyao slowly stood up, looked at Huo Yanxi and asked, "Who is Manman? Is she Mr. Huo's sweetheart?"

Huo Yanxi stared intently into her eyes, but saw only confusion and bewilderment within them.

A bitter feeling welled up in his chest.

She's not a brute!

Manman wouldn't look at him like that, and she wouldn't appear beside him but refuse to acknowledge him.

"I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

Huo Yanxi took two steps back, looking dejected. "Sorry, you can enjoy the night view. I'll be going now."

After saying that, he turned and walked back the way he came.

Xie Yaoyao stared blankly at his back as it disappeared into the night until it was no longer visible, and a pang of sadness welled up in her heart.

Huo Yanxi didn't seem as heartless as she had imagined.

He may not have romantic love for her, but he definitely considered her family.

But among them, kinship was the furthest relationship for her.

What she wanted was never family affection.

Xie Yaoyao lowered her eyes and murmured, "I'm sorry, Huo Yanxi, what you want to give me, I don't want; what I want, you can't give me."

Therefore, she cannot acknowledge him as her father.

For the next two months, consider her greedy. Once her tutoring ends, she will move out of No. 22 Victoria Peak, and they will never have any contact again.

Most of the people who dine at French restaurants are either rich or powerful, and are from Huo Yanxi's circle.

They all knew Huo Yanxi to some extent.

Seeing that Huo Yanxi had left, someone walked up to Xie Yaoyao and looked her up and down with an arrogant gaze.

"Tsk tsk tsk, looking like that, how come you can still get close to President Huo? Tell me, did you cast a spell on President Huo?"

Rumor has it that Huo Yanxi is a well-known paragon of male virtue, with aloofness and abstinence as his labels, and self-discipline and adherence to propriety as his synonyms.

No one has ever seen what he looks like when he loses control.

But just now, he was actually hugging a fat woman, which was a slap in the face to these socialites and heiresses who were busy throwing themselves at him.

Xie Yaoyao had no intention of paying any attention to this lunatic who had appeared out of nowhere.

"You're blocking my view of the night scene."

Even women didn't look down on her lowly status, yet she dared to complain that she was blocking her view.

She sneered, "I suggest you look in the mirror and see what kind of toad you are. Don't dream of swan meat that you can't have."

Xie Yaoyao didn't want to argue with her, but even a clay figure has some earthy spirit.

Faced with her repeated and deliberate humiliation, Xie Yaoyao had no intention of enduring it.

She looked the woman up and down and said, "Your eyeliner looks like a shrew's. With your flat chest, skinny figure, and flat butt, if I were a man, I wouldn't even look at you. Instead of looking for superiority over me, I suggest you go back and contact a few plastic surgeons to give you a complete makeover. Maybe then you'll have a chance."

She unleashed a torrent of words, enraging the woman so much that her face turned ashen. She raised her hand and slapped Xie Yaoyao with her fan.

The viewing platform here is narrow; if Xie Yaoyao tries to dodge, she will bump into the tourists behind her.

Just as she stood still, intending to take the slap and then return it tenfold, the slap did not land on her face as expected.

She opened her eyes and saw that the woman's wrist was being grabbed; it was Song Wu.

Song Wu stared coldly at the woman, "I wondered who was being so arrogant, it turns out to be Miss Meng."

When Miss Meng saw Song Wu, a clear look of fear flashed across her eyes.

"Song, Song Wu, this fat woman offended me. I was just teaching her a lesson. Why are you meddling in my business?"

Song Wu sneered, "I'll manage, what can you do about it?"

"you!"

Song Wu was too lazy to waste words with her, "Apologize."

Miss Meng shrieked, "You want me to apologize to her? Why should she? Does she even deserve it?"

Before she could finish speaking, Song Wu slapped her across the face, knocking her head to the side. She covered her face and screamed like a chicken, "Ahhh, Song Wu, you dare hit me! I won't let you get away with this!"

Then Song Wu slapped her on the other side of her face, and Miss Meng's arrogance vanished.

"Apologize, or you won't leave here until I've slapped you until your head is a pig."

The Meng family is not even considered a prominent family in Hong Kong, but the Song family is one of the top ten families.

Although not as wealthy as the Fok family, the Song family had deep roots in Hong Kong and were well-known local power brokers.

Miss Meng knew that Song Wu meant what she said, and she knew better than to suffer a loss, so she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry."

Song Wu let go of her, clapped her hands, and said, "Get lost, and don't let me see you being so foul-mouthed again."

Miss Meng's cheeks turned bright red, but she dared not speak out and quickly slunk away.

The other onlookers, knowing that Song Wu was not someone to be trifled with, also left.

There weren't many people left on the observation deck. Song Wu glanced at Xie Yaoyao.

"You can handle my wretched brother, so why are you afraid of her?"

Xie Yaoyao leaned on the railing, looking at the dazzling night view of Central, and said, "I'm not stupid. If she slapped me in the face, I would definitely pay her back tenfold."

Song Wu shook her head. "You're hurting yourself as well as the enemy."

“That makes sense,” Xie Yaoyao said.

Song Wu sighed helplessly, "I can't argue with you, Chinese teacher. Anyway, don't just sit here and wait to get beaten up. Fight back."

“How could I dare? I don’t have a rich father in Hong Kong,” Xie Yaoyao said.

Song Wu tilted her head to look at her, a hint of annoyance in her eyes, "I helped you, and you repay kindness with enmity and ridicule me, is that it?"

“No,” Xie Yaoyao shook her head, “It’s just that poor people always have concerns when doing things. They have to think three steps ahead before taking one step, and they try to offend as few people as possible.”

“This isn’t like you,” Song Wu said. “How many spoiled rich kids are there at St. Paul’s Co-educational School? You just decide to take care of them without any hesitation.”

"They are still children, but they know who truly cares about their future. It's different."

Song Wu didn't like listening to her lectures. She said, "By the way, what's going on between you and President Huo?"

She was standing in the corner eating melon seeds, but she saw everything clearly.

Huo Yanxi, the CEO who is not interested in women, actually hugged her tightly in public and wouldn't let go.

Honestly.

She wouldn't be this surprised even if Huo Yanxi were holding a socialite, supermodel, or Miss Hong Kong.

Xie Yaoyao could tell from her eyes that she must have seen it too.

She chuckled awkwardly, "What? What's going on? Has Mr. Huo suddenly gone mad?"

Song Wu held up a finger and waved it in front of her eyes. "Something's not right. President Huo's gaze towards you isn't innocent."

Xie Yaoyao gripped the railing with both hands, the night breeze ruffling her long hair, her face glowing rosy in the night view.

"He mistook me for someone else."