She glanced at the direction of the bathroom, deciding to wait for him to finish before she took her bath.
"..."
Che Huan glared at Huo Jinnan, remaining silent for three seconds before speaking out, "I’m going to take a shower."
Huo Jinnan sat on the head of the bed, lit one up, took a drag, and rembered the video he had seen during the day, his eyes darkening a shade.
Then he thought of the words Qin Mochuan said during the banquet when he adopted Fang Tong as his goddaughter, stood up, and left the bedroom.
In the study, he rummaged through a drawer for a photograph and laid it on the desk, glancing over to where Qin Shaoling had stood!
Looking at it, Che Huan did indeed bear a resemblance to Qin Shaoling.
If it hadn’t been for Qin Mochuan’s ntion that day, he wouldn’t have noticed at all.
As he looked on, his gaze deepened considerably, and his smoking slowed down, seemingly deep in thought.
...
When Che Huan ca out after her shower, she saw Huo Jinnan lying on the bed smoking, his gaze intense, unfathomable—radiating an aura that kept others at bay.
When he saw her, that aura seed to fade significantly.
Huo Jinnan looked at Che Huan, "Co here."
Che Huan walked over and sat beside him, thinking of their lawful marriage, she leaned her head against him and studied his face intently.
Huo Jinnan remained silent, his long fingers pinching her chin, lifting it, looking down quietly, just observing.
For a long ti, there was no sound, and the entire room was eerily quiet.
Huo Jinnan continued to gaze at Che Huan like that, with a cigarette held lazily on the edge of the bed, his expression focused.
Che Huan furrowed her brow, glanced at Huo Jinnan, and imitated his tone, "Am I that beautiful?"
"Sleep with again, and I’ll tell you."
Huo Jinnan’s fingertips caressed her chin, applying a bit of force.
Che Huan beca frightened, hastily protesting several tis, "No, no."
Huo Jinnan chuckled softly, looking away, his eyes affectionately tracing the pale blue smoke at tip of the cigarette.
It wasn’t until Qin Shaojin said, Che Huan really did look a bit like Qin Shaoling.
Just that, their personalities were completely opposite; maybe it had to do with their different upbringings.
Looking up at Che Huan, he considered how Qin Shaojin might have changed her na to Qin Huan, probably with Qin Moting’s involvent, right?
Could Huanhuan be Qin Moting’s daughter?
If it were so, with Qin Moting’s capabilities, he could have protected Wen Ru back then, how could she have ended up in that situation?
"What are you thinking?"
Che Huan looked at Huo Jinnan.
"..."
Che Huan felt awkward, can’t they have a pleasant conversation?
Huo Jinnan looked at Che Huan for a while, recalling the car accident from the other day, "Were you scared the day before yesterday?"
The day before yesterday? Scared?
Che Huan quickly realized he was talking about the car accident and nodded lightly, "I thought I was a goner—"
She looked at him, then paused.
Huo Jinnan pursed his lips tightly, "Scared you wouldn’t see again?"
"..."
Che Huan looked at Huo Jinnan, silently saying to herself, Mr. Huo, you are so narcissistic.
But at that ti, that’s indeed what she had thought—her mind was filled with him and the little one.
Huo Jinnan gazed at Che Huan, hugging her waist tightly, embedding her into his embrace, "Try being that reckless again."
Just at that mont, there was a knock on the door.
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