Once in the car, Huo Bei handed Che Huan a business card. "Call if you encounter any problems in the future—it can be any ti, 24 hours a day."
Che Huan took it, saw the na Huo Bei, morized it, and said a word of "Thank you."
She knew that the person who saved her must be that Mr. Huo, "Please say ’thank you’ to him for ."
Huo Bei looked at Che Huan and couldn’t quite understand what she ant by ’Mister,’ "I will convey the ssage to Miss Che."
He drove Che Huan directly to her place.
Not until the car ca to a stop did Che Huan snap out of her surprise. Last ti, she had ntioned living at Qiao Qiao’s place, how did Huo Bei know to bring her directly to her rented place?
Huo Bei opened the car door but didn’t seem inclined to explain. "I’ll walk Miss Che to the door."
Che Huan didn’t speak, got out of the car, and followed Huo Bei inside the building, towards the elevator.
Inside the elevator, she saw him press the button for her floor!
Does that an he had investigated her? Thoroughly at that!
Arriving at the ninth floor, Huo Bei walked Che Huan to her door, "Miss Che, please go inside."
Che Huan entered, then turned back to look at Huo Bei, still astonished.
As Huo Bei turned to leave, Che Huan suddenly rembered the suits, including the one she had previously sent to the dry cleaners, "Wait, Mr. Huo’s suit."
Huo Bei stopped in his tracks.
Che Huan went inside to fetch the suits, packed in two separate bags, and handed them to Huo Bei. "I had the one from last ti dry-cleaned."
Huo Bei took them, turned, and stepped into the elevator.
Che Huan stared blankly in the direction he had left. Why had that person, what was his na, Huo sothing, investigated her so thoroughly? What else had he looked into?
As the elevator doors closed, she returned to her room, lay on the bed, and replayed the night’s events like a slow-motion scene from a black-and-white movie, scene by scene—
The simple white shirt, the plain black tie, the well-tailored, hand-made suit...
He stood there, uttering just a few words that made everyone submit and cower!
She wrapped herself in her blanket, feeling as if she could still sense the warmth of his suit, along with an odd sensation in her heart. It was quite disconcerting!
...
Back at the club, Huo Bei placed the two bags next to Huo Jinnan’s seat.
Huo Jinnan glanced at them without uttering a word.
Yu Zimu cast a look. Two suits! Thinking back to how Huo Bei’s suit had disappeared after he briefly stepped out, it seed he’d gone to play the hero.
So, did that an Gu Yunqing had no chance now?
Shen You nudged Yu Zimu lightly with his foot. Only then did Yu Zimu realize he was supposed to draw a card and hurriedly averted his gaze from Huo Bei’s expression, casually throwing down a tile.
Huo Jinnan scanned the play, his long fingers stroking the tiles in his hand before gently pushing one out.
Yu Zimu took a look and was stunned. Thirteen Orphans! He’d lost big this ti!
Huo Jinnan gathered the chips and stood up, turning to Huo Bei, "Let’s go back."
Huo Bei picked up the bags, following behind, with the team leader’s dog wagging its tail behind him.
On their way out, the club’s general manager ca in person to explain to Huo Jinnan, "Mr. Huo, the involved waiter has been fired. As for Mr. Ya and Miss Gu..."
Miss Gu wasn’t just anyone either; her sister-in-law was the young miss from the Huo family in the southern part of the city. Still, it was uncertain whether she was related to Mr. Huo himself.
Thus, dealing with this Miss Gu was sowhat complicated.
He looked towards Huo Jinnan.
Huo Jinnan glanced at him, "She’s not allowed here anymore."
"Understood, Mr. Huo." The general manager personally saw him out of the club and helped him with the car door.
Huo Jinnan got in the car, closed the door, and looked at Huo Bei in the driver’s seat, "Take care of Ya Hai."
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