This cheap woman has been married to Huo Zhanting for three years, and she still comes to seduce her Xiao Yihe!
"No, don't talk nonsense!"
Xiao Yihe said, frowning.
"You're just too soft-hearted!" An Yuxian taunted mockingly, "Some sluts, you just have to make them hurt! Otherwise, they'll cling to you endlessly!"
"What sluts and non-sluts!"
Xiao Yihe looked at An Lan with concern, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
"Knowing that you have a fiancée and still flirting around, if she's not a slut, then what is she?"
An Yuxian sneered, "Right, my dear sister, An Lan?"
An Lan replied disdainfully without changing her expression, "An Yuxian! You can mess around with what you eat, but you can't talk nonsense. Are you suggesting that Huo Zhanting has been cuckolded?"
An Yuxian's face turned pale in an instant, "That's not what I meant!"
Everyone in Binhai knew that Huo Zhanting was a veritable King Yama who never took his words back. Who would dare to joke about his dignity in such a demeaning matter?
She's just a blabbermouth, not suicidal!
An Lan pressed on coldly, step by step, "Then what do you mean?"
"I..."
An Yuxian, driven to react, pushed An Lan with a backhand, "Anyway, I personally witnessed you seducing Yihe! When Director Huo gets angry, you'll be the first to suffer!"
"Is that so?" An Lan scoffed, "I'm Mrs. Huo, and you?"
"You!"
An Yuxian didn't expect An Lan to use her Huo Family status to pressure her.
Don't others know that her title as Mrs. Huo is but a name only? Doesn't she know it herself?
Pretending for what!
"Slut!"
An Yuxian raised her hand to hit someone. Xiao Yihe was startled, and, for a moment, didn't react. Just as the slap was about to hit An Lan's face, it was firmly stopped by someone.
The person didn't show any mercy or pity for frailty, grasping An Yuxian's hand tightly, almost breaking her bones.
"Who! Do you know who I am? Believe it or not, I can have you killed?!"
Even as An Yuxian was talking big, the person spoke up.
"Heh, many want me dead, but you're not yet qualified.
The cold, dangerous tone spread like a dense net, making it hard to breathe. An Yuxian turned her head and saw, "Director Huo?!"
Sweat poured down her face as she was too frightened to even breathe, "Di-Director Huo, what brings you here?"
Only then did Huo Zhanting let go, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket to elegantly wipe his hands.
His gaze swept towards An Lan and then moved past her.
"Get lost."
The single icy word frightened An Yuxian, who didn't dare to retort and quickly dragged Xiao Yihe away.
An Lan stood there, her heart pounding. How did Huo Zhanting suddenly appear?
"Why are you here?"
"Just passing by."
Huo Zhanting said, his face stern, revealing no emotion.
An Lan, not brain-damaged in the least, didn't believe his excuse, cautiously saying, "There's nothing between him and me!"
"Is that so?"
Huo Zhanting squinted his eyes, looking in the direction Xiao Yihe had left, "Does Lawyer Xiao also think the same?"
An Lan covered her panic, trying to sound casual, "He's about to get engaged. Besides, what he thinks doesn't matter."
What mattered was what Huo Zhanting thought.
"I see."
Huo Zhanting withdrew his gaze and glanced at An Lan, "You don't seem to have the best taste."
An Lan was stunned, knowing Huo Zhanting was talking about clothes but it also seemed like he was implying something else. She glanced guiltily in Xiao Yihe's departing direction, ingratiatingly saying, "I just finished up with work; shall we have lunch together?"
"I'm not interested in eating," Huo Zhanting said seriously, "But other things, perhaps."
Other things?
An Lan hadn't grasped his meaning until Huo Zhanting's hand encircled her waist and gently pinched her there.
Suddenly, An Lan's face flushed red, and she frantically glanced several times toward the outside of the conference room, "Huo Zhanting! This is the company!"
"So what?"
Huo Zhanting raised an eyebrow, "This is Huo's company; if I so wish, everyone here can turn a blind eye."
"..."
An Lan wanted to retort, but unfortunately, the man spoke the truth, leaving her no choice but to turn to Huo Zhanting and beg for mercy, "If you insist, let's go home, shall we go home?"
"Fine."
Huo Zhanting agreed, and just as An Lan was about to relax, she found herself suddenly pressed against the conference room door.
With a thud, the door closed.
An Lan's back was against the cold door panel, while the man in front of her was so hot that she began to tremble.
Huo Zhanting grasped An Lan's wrists and pressed her against the door panel, his lips meeting hers.
The familiar scent of mint enveloped An Lan.
A moment later, Huo Zhanting pulled away.
He looked down at the woman in his arms, her eyes now moist and hazy, looking at him like a frightened rabbit, fearful and vigilant.
That was his masterpiece.
Huo Zhanting was quite pleased with his handiwork, adjusting his slightly disheveled tie with aristocratic refinement, "That was just to collect some interest. We'll talk about the rest at home."
Huo Zhanting opened the door, and Zhang Duo was standing right outside, with not a single employee around.
Seeing Huo Zhanting emerge, Zhang Duo followed respectfully.
An Lan quickly followed behind and slipped out.
Due to this little episode, she spent the entire afternoon fearing someone had seen them, feeling anxious until evening.
To An Lan's surprise, Huo Zhanting didn't show up in the evening; instead, it was Zhang Duo who came to pick her up.
"Madam, Director Huo is occupied today, and he asked me to take you home first."
Zhang Duo was his usual self, respectful towards An Lan but with a sense of detachment.
An Lan nodded and got into the car.
The car smoothly drove out of the underground garage, and An Lan, staring at Zhang Duo driving, casually asked, "Assistant Zhang, didn't you go to the hospital a few days ago? I think I saw you when I went to visit my mother."
Zhang Duo's expression didn't change at all, "Yes, I did go."
An Lan probed further, "Is someone hospitalized?"
Zhang Duo glanced at An Lan through the rearview mirror, "Sorry, I can't disclose that."
He couldn't say a word about the matters Director Huo entrusted to him.
That was the rule.
"Alright, then."
An Lan looked away and didn't press further, but her suspicions only deepened.
Zhang Duo.
Her mother's death must have something to do with him!
The car came to a stop, and An Lan got out and entered the house.
"You slut! How dare you steal my things?!"
Huo Jiajia charged at her like an enraged cat, grabbing An Lan's clothes, "I'll kill you!"
"What are you raving about?!"
An Lan pushed Huo Jiajia away, "What are you talking about, what things?"
"I lost a necklace before, we've searched the entire house, it must be you who stole it!"
Huo Jiajia spoke with utter conviction.
"Really?" Sun Lanfang said sarcastically from the side, "You two, go check An Lan's room."
Two servants rushed into An Lan's room and returned in less than five minutes, holding a necklace.
"This is it! See for yourself!"
Huo Jiajia shoved the necklace in front of An Lan, unable to hide her triumphant look.
From her understanding of An Lan, a little intimidation would surely make her pay up!
Then she would use the money to buy an even nicer dress!
How could she, the Huo Family's young mistress, be outdone by that slut An Yuxian? Where would she put her face?
Unexpectedly, An Lan not only showed no signs of fear, but she even laughed.
This was turning into quite the absurd play.
They found a necklace in her room in under five minutes, who would believe it wasn't deliberately placed there by someone?
An Lan sneered and deliberately said, "Oh, isn't it good that you found it?"
With that, she walked past Huo Jiajia and headed inside.
"What kind of attitude is that? You mean to let this go just like that?"
Huo Jiajia was livid, what did this bitch An Lan mean by this?
"Let me tell you, this isn't over. You stole my things, and you must pay the price!"