"It's okay. If you can't swallow it because I bought it, you can just throw it in the trash can …" Huo Siqian said sadly.
She realized that Huo Mien had no intention of accepting any of the things he gave her, whether it was facial masks or food.
Seeing that Huo Mien still didn't say anything, Huo Siqian stood up and put on his deerskin gloves.
"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. Oh, wait, I'm the Vice Director now. I know you're busy, so I won't disturb you. But you have to take care of your body. Otherwise, when you die of exhaustion, Qin Chu will marry a mistress. Then, she'll spend your money, live in your house, sleep with your husband, and beat your baby …" Huo Siqian teased on purpose.
A smile finally appeared on Huo Mian's serious face.
"That won't happen, my baby … I don't even know what to do …" she replied.
"I'm glad you're smiling. Good girl, next time you see me, don't look like you're going to the grave. Haha, I thought I was going to die soon. I'll leave the food here. Eat it if you want. I'm leaving." Huo Siqian turned around to leave.
Suddenly, he thought of something and turned around. "Mian, what do you plan to do with Jian Tong?"
"My husband will take care of it." Huo Mien didn't understand why Huo Siqian would suddenly ask her this. She thought it was strange.
"Okay, no matter who takes care of it, I suggest you get rid of the source of the problem. Jian Tong isn't a woman who'll change her ways easily. Now that she's injured like this, even if she survives, she'll carry a grudge with her. For you guys, she's a hidden danger. It's better to get rid of her as soon as possible. You have to be careful. The same goes for Mo Xue 'er. Don't ever see her alone again …" Huo Siqian said before opening the door and leaving.
Huo Mien sat there in a daze for a few more minutes. Then, she slowly opened the snacks that Huo Siqian brought her.
She picked up a xiaolongbao and took a few bites. Suddenly, she realized that she didn't like it as much as she used to.
It wasn't that the taste had changed. It was just that things had changed. She was no longer the Huo Mien she used to be.
Huo Mien, who was originally hungry, lost her appetite because of Huo Siqian's arrival.
She ate a few bites, cleaned up the food, and then went back to work.
That was when Ni Yang's call came.
It was a video call.
"Hi … Sis … How are you?" Ni Yang smiled brightly.
"Sure, is Tahiti beautiful?" Huo Mian perked up.
Huo Mian's's's's, "Ni's,'s's, take's't ''s,'s's's,'s's's's,'s's's'
's's, your's' ''s,'t't's????'re't's''re??, it '''s' '' '
Why ''s's??
Xue't's? "
"She's swimming over there …" Ni Yang pointed at the beach.
"Mhm, as long as you guys are having fun. When are you coming back?"
"In a week. It's almost Chinese New Year, so we're planning to go back early … Sis, there's actually something I want you to do …"
"What is it?"
"When I get back, I want to hold a wedding … I won't be able to do it before Chinese New Year. I looked at the calendar, and the 8th of the first lunar month is a good day. I want to hold it at one of GK's hotels. Then … I'll leave this to you, okay?"
"You little brat, you're finally holding a wedding?" Huo Mien smiled sweetly. He was truly happy for Ni Yang.
"Mhm, I'm not young anymore. I don't want to drag it out anymore. I'll get married when I meet the right person …"
"Okay, I support you. If you need me to do anything, just say the word, and I'll make sure it's grand."
"Sis, I want to go to the Mian Hotel on Yunding Mountain. It's quiet and has a great environment. Most importantly, it's named after you. I think Jie and I will never forget it."
"Okay, I'll pay for everything … as long as you guys are happy."
"Also … I have a plan to tell you," Ni Yang lowered his voice on purpose and whispered something to Huo Mien.
Upon hearing this, Huo Mian asked in surprise, "This … this … this … this will work? Are you sure Jie won't beat you to death? "
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