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( Grand Wedding of Gao Ran and Zhu Lingling (4)

“Didn’t we see each other yesterday?” Su Yu’s icy gaze swept across Huo Siqian’s face.

“Oh really? I don’t remember… I have a really bad memory and tend to forget things when I’m drunk.”

“Are you sure you’ve forgotten? Or do you have dual personalities?”

“Dual personalities? Haha, how interesting.”

Just like that, Huo Siqian held a wineglass in his hand and stood before Su Yu, as if he was provoking the latter.

When no one was watching them, Huo Siqian suddenly lowered his head and whispered in Su Yu’s ear, “I can’t believe you would take the win for something I’ve been planning for so long… what should I do about it?”

Su Yu snickered, obviously aware of what Huo Siqian was talking about. “As long as I’m alive, I won’t let you touch Huo Mian, not even the hair on her head.”

“How arrogant… and interesting.” Huo Siqian chuckled in disdain.

“You don’t have to believe me, but we’ll see.”

“Of course we will. I’m not the kind of man who would let someone else take the seeds he planted without going down with a fight.”

“But Huo Mian isn’t your seed… nor did you plant her…” Su Yu retorted unhappily – it would be different if Qin Chu was the one who said this, but it was nauseating to hear these words come from Huo Siqian.

“I refuse to talk about this with you. Anyways, you’ll understand one day,” Huo Siqian said egotistically before walking past Su Yu.

Yes, Su Yu was furious. However, he kept it in – acting rash wouldn’t get him anywhere.

After all, it wasn’t like Huo Siqian would become good after a mere beating… plus, the sins he had committed were unforgivable. Su Yu now understood why someone as calm and collected as Qin Chu went so far as to plot Huo Siqian’s death. Anyone would want to kill him… he was unlikeable, and the most hateful thing was that he actually enjoyed himself.

“President Su…” An walked up to Su Yu, wanting to console him, but he shook his head. “I’m fine… Let’s go.”

“President Su, are you going to continue hiring those bodyguards to look after Miss Huo?” on their way back, An turned around and asked.

Su Yu leaned back on the seat of his Lamborghini, his eyebrows furrowed, “I’ve already made plans…”

“Oh, right, the company’s going to film a blockbuster soon, it’s a historical drama. There’s also a commercial event, are you coming?”

“No… Get the vice president to go, I’m tired.”

“Okay, I understand.”

An decided to stop talking upon noticing Su Yu’s foul mood.

By the time he arrived at the military hospital, Huo Mian had just returned to her room from her afternoon nap. The nurse held her carefully; her face had regained color, and she seemed to have gained a little weight too.

“You’re back, are you tired?” Su Yu walked up to her and asked gently.

Huo Mian shook her head…

“What do you want for lunch?”


“Aren’t you craving anything?” Su Yu smiled.

“Not really.”

“Then let me go get some seafood from the market. I asked the doctor, and he said you can’t have crab meat, but scallops, clams, and shrimp are fine,” Su Yu said as he turned around to leave, but Huo Mian called out, “Su Yu, don’t go, I really don’t feel like eating.”

Upon hearing her refusal, Su Yu turned around to look at her.


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