Gu Mang's expression changed slightly.
Fang Han, who was beside him, gave him a wink and pointed to a spot not far away.
Through the car window, he saw the little woman standing in the middle of the street, stunned, surrounded by a bustling crowd. Behind her was the landmark building of the Central City, the headquarters of the Huo Group.
Jiang Can held the phone to her ear, quietly waiting for his reply.
He let out a soft breath and chuckled in a low voice, "I used to... commit a crime in Yangcheng, so I stayed there for a while."
Jiang Can paused for a moment, then immediately changed the subject.
Fang Han watched him the whole time, unaware of what was being said on the other end of the phone, but Third Master was laughing with immense joy.
He had never seen Third Master look so gentle in his eyes before.
Only after hanging up the phone and seeing Jiang Can and her colleagues walk away did Fang Han ask in a low voice, "Young Master, should we clear out those places you just mentioned to Miss Jiang?"
"No need, let her have some fun." Gu Mang regained his usual aloofness. "Send more people to protect her these next few days, make sure they are in the shadows and don't let her see them."
"Yes, I understand."
“And…” he narrowed his eyes slightly, “unless I intervene, don’t let anyone from the Huo family get close to her!”
...
The Huo family manor is located on Minghuang Mountain, south of the central city.
The entire manor was built along the mountainside, magnificent and extremely luxurious, resembling an independent kingdom. The Huo family, as the head of the four major families, controlled nearly half of the country's economic lifeline.
Huo Zhixing slowly walked downstairs. The huge living room, which had been bustling just moments before, suddenly became completely silent.
His well-tailored black suit perfectly accentuated his tall and muscular physique. His angular face was resolute and determined, and his deep, cold eyes revealed a sense of alienation and wariness towards the world.
He glanced indifferently at the fawning faces, nodded in acknowledgment, and without saying a word, ordered them to be sent away.
Since returning to the central city two days ago, I've been inundated with visitors every day.
After the plane crash, rumors circulated that Huo Zhixing's body had been burned beyond recognition, and the Huo family was in constant turmoil, with everyone vying for the position of heir.
However, Huo Zhixing has miraculously survived and is now back.
Whether it was within the Huo family or other families, those who were eager to make a move wanted to come and find out the truth and see what was really going on.
"Young Master," Fang Han walked to his side and whispered, "the Second Master has sent people here many times already."
Huo Zhixing's hand suddenly gripped the side of his body.
After the news of his survival reached the Huo family in Yangcheng, his second uncle, Huo Zhanhe, was the most excited. It is said that he burned incense and prayed to Buddha every day to thank the gods for their protection, wishing he could announce to the world how much he loved his nephew.
But the more insecure a person is, the more they will put on a show for others.
Huo Zhixing knew that Huo Zhanhe was doing all of this for his grandfather's benefit.
"The Second Master has also arranged a welcome banquet for you, scheduled for tomorrow night at the Minghuang Family." Fang Han chuckled softly. "It's widely rumored that the Huo family is using this welcome banquet to select the Crown Princess, so not only will many socialites from the Central City be there tomorrow night, but also quite a few from other places."
"Heh, my second uncle really cares a lot about my marriage," Huo Zhixing sneered. "He's been picking out girlfriends for me since I started college, hasn't he?"
Over the years, Huo Zhanhe has given Huo Zhixing more than a dozen women, each one at his behest, but Huo Zhixing saw through them all and ruthlessly drove them out of Yangcheng.
I wonder what kind of show he'll put on at that treacherous banquet tomorrow night.
"Jingyuan and Yechen are back?" Huo Zhixing lazily fiddled with the flowers and plants on the windowsill.
"They're both back." Fang Han nodded. "They'll be attending the banquet tomorrow night as well."
"Okay. Tell them to be careful, especially Bai Jingyuan. Make sure he drinks less and doesn't say anything inappropriate when he's drunk."
After giving his instructions, Huo Zhixing went upstairs.
Suddenly, the staircase seemed endless, as if no matter how I climbed it, I would never reach the end.
Back in his room, he was exhausted. He lay down on the bed, one hand across his forehead, and began to miss his small rented room in Jiangzhou.
The balcony there also smelled of flowers—purple irises that Jiang Can had planted herself. She liked to sit there on a small chair and bask in the sun; the sunlight shone on her face, and her smile was as dazzling and radiant as crystal.
He got up and went into the dressing room, where he took out a belt and rubbed it in his hand for a long time.
Jiang Can bought this belt for him.
At that time, she only had three thousand yuan left in her bank card, but he said he liked it, so she transferred the money without hesitation. Moreover, she was particularly good at justifying it by saying, "A wife should buy a belt for her husband, which means she wants to keep her man firmly in her lap!"
"If we're going to buy one, let's buy a good one, sturdy and durable, one that can last you a lifetime!"
A warm smile appeared on his lips.
He had countless designer belts in his walk-in closet, but he never paid any attention to these luxury items.
However, this was the only belt he couldn't bear to wear; even the slightest scratch would break his heart.
Huo Zhixing took a deep breath and quickly changed into the T-shirt and jeans he had worn when he came from Jiangzhou. Finally, he felt that he looked more normal in the mirror.
This is the real Gu Mang.
Gu Mang is uniquely Jiang Can's.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
