Chapter Fifty-Two: The First Day in the New Home
Upon hearing his deep "Mrs. Huo," Su Muci's heart began to pound uncontrollably.
Perhaps it was because of the change in their status after getting their marriage certificate, but she always felt that his gaze was more intense than before.
Her fingertips curled slightly, and her movements were somewhat stiff as she opened the car door.
After bending down to sit, Huo Zhan leaned in, his right hand lightly supporting the back of the chair, while his left hand carefully adjusted the angle of the chair, his warm breath enveloping the room with his movements.
Along with it, a subtle fragrance quietly lingers in the air.
The flavor wasn't strong, but it was like a net that instantly captivated all her senses.
Su Muci felt a little hot.
She hadn't felt this way in a long time since she exposed Fu Hengzhi's deception.
It was a deep-seated longing within the body, a longing to be embraced, a longing to be tightly enveloped by that powerful force.
Su Muci forcibly suppressed this longing.
She no longer dares to easily give her heart and trust.
"Mr. Huo, are we going back to the apartment now?"
She asked softly, trying to use conversation to mask her inner turmoil.
Huo Zhan gently pulled out the seatbelt and wrapped it around her front, his movements careful and gentle, and replied casually, "Let's go home first."
"Home?"
Su Muci was slightly taken aback, her almond-shaped eyes widening slightly.
"But I'm not ready to meet your parents yet..."
Huo Zhan fastened her seatbelt, leaned down to gaze at her, and a faint smile played on his lips: "We're going back to our home, where there are no irrelevant people around."
Their home?
Just as Su Muci was becoming more confused, he straightened up and walked around to the driver's seat.
After sitting down, he stood ramrod straight and extended his hand to her.
The hand had distinct knuckles and appeared exceptionally clean and slender in the soft light.
Seeing her stunned expression, Huo Zhan explained, "There will be many occasions to attend in the future, Mrs. Huo, you should get used to holding my hand."
Su Muci recalled the contents of the agreement: he would help her bring down the Zhou family, and she would accompany him as his wife to deal with his family's pressure to get married.
Now, it was indeed time for her to fulfill her obligations.
She swallowed nervously, gently placing her hand in his palm. Her fingertips had just touched his warmth when she instinctively tried to pull back, but he instantly held her firmly in his hand.
The heat seeped through her skin, making her heart beat even faster.
Stealing a glance at Huo Zhan, the latter, with his stunningly beautiful profile and seemingly calm expression, started the car.
The steady engine sound masked the subtle silence inside the car.
Su Muci's throat trembled at their intimacy, but seeing his calm demeanor, she suppressed her agitation.
It's just a one-year agreement... no need to overthink it.
The car drove through the bustling streets of the city center and finally entered a quiet villa area, stopping in front of a European-style villa nestled against the mountains and beside the water.
The villa covers nearly a thousand square meters, grand yet understated. Two rows of bodyguards in black suits stand neatly at the entrance, bowing in unison upon seeing them: "Welcome home!"
Upon seeing this scene, Su Muci instinctively gripped her handbag tighter, her eyes filled with surprise.
"Mr. Huo, what is this...?"
Huo Zhan naturally took the bag from her hand, his expression carrying the composure of someone accustomed to a high position: "This villa is already registered in your name. I wonder if I, as your newlywed husband, could stay at the villa of Jiangcheng's newest radio star?"
"???"
He quietly gave her a villa?
And, just now... he called himself his newlywed husband?
The way he called her "husband" carried an indescribable intimacy, making Su Muci's ears turn even redder, and her neck even blush slightly.
For the past three years, she thought she would only marry Fu Hengzhi and call him "husband" in her life. But now, the seemingly distant but considerate man in front of her has become her legal husband!
Her heartbeat became increasingly erratic.
Seeing her eyelashes trembling violently, Huo Zhan couldn't bear to tease her any longer. He took her hand and said, "Go inside and see if you like it. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, I'll change it."
His palm, with a soothing touch, led her up the steps and into the villa.
Su Muci unconsciously looked around.
The villa's interior is luxurious yet elegant, with a crystal chandelier hanging in the high-ceilinged living room, spotless off-white marble floors, light gray leather sofas paired with matching carpets, and a meticulously maintained garden visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Huo Zhan led her up the spiral staircase. The master bedroom on the second floor was decorated with exceptional warmth. The oversized double bed was covered with silk sheets. One side of the bed was a separate walk-in closet, and the other side led to the bathroom. Behind the frosted glass door, an oval-shaped double bathtub could be vaguely seen.
What made her heart race was that there was a huge mural hanging directly opposite the bed in the bedroom.
The painting depicts a man and a woman intertwined, their figures blending softness and strength, creating a hazy yet alluring effect.
Huo Zhan introduced it in a serious tone: "This is a gift from a foreign Impressionist painter friend of mine. He is best known for his exquisite lines that perfectly depict the graceful human form. I really like this painting, so I hung it in our master bedroom. What do you think, Mrs. Huo?"
"..."
When Su Muci heard him say "our master bedroom," she felt her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg.
"I think...it's beautiful. I'm going to the restroom first."
After saying that, he turned around in a panic and fled into the bathroom in the bedroom.
As Huo Zhan watched her hurried figure, a surge of intense emotion gradually welled up in his calm eyes.
Turning his gaze back to the painting on the wall, he automatically imagined the people in the painting as himself and her.
The scene transitions from stillness to movement, and the perspective shifts from shallow to deep.
...
In the bathroom, Su Muci blushed and took out her phone to ask her best friend Huo Junjun for help:
【Junjun, I feel like I'm doomed...】
I wasn't prepared at all when I agreed to that agreement.
Now that it's time to actually live with Huo Zhan, even though it's an agreement and he said he wouldn't force her to fulfill marital obligations, she's still incredibly nervous.
The thought of seeing an artwork covered in colored paint every night before bed sends shivers down my spine.
Ding—A reply popped up: 【What do you mean "over"?! Mu Ci, you're about to become rich! I just finished watching the replay of your radio host competition, and my best friend actually won first place in Jiangcheng Radio's annual host competition! I'm so happy I could explode! Where are you now? Come out! Let's have lunch together!】
Su Muci took a deep breath and continued typing her reply:
I'm still with your brother; I might have lunch with him.
[Wow, you've already prioritized your boyfriend over your friends so quickly! With my best friend's current fame and status in the radio industry, my brother would dote on you! How far have you two gotten? Have you kissed? Or hugged?]
Su Muci realized that Huo Zhan hadn't told Junjun about their marriage registration yet, and her fingers trembled slightly as she typed:
【Junjun, I have something to tell you, but you should be mentally prepared.】
[Holy crap! You guys didn't already sleep with me behind my back, did you?]
No... it's your brother and me, we just got our marriage certificate.
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