to companies out of province, is that a preparation to leave the Huo family"Ho Mingzheng's single sentence was like a thunderbolt striking the ground.Fù Yān was so startled that she nearly shattered i...The car drove out of the Xincheng Company and entered Zhuqian Road.

The city's neon lights form a continuous strip.

Song Qing霜 laughed brightly in the light, “Definitely reliable, she’s a friend from my hometown. Although we haven't been in touch for many years, our friendship is still there. I only recently found out that she also married into a wealthy family, although it's far less than the Huo family.”

Fu Yan Yue listened more and more, feeling that something wasn't right. "After years of no contact, the moment we reconnect, you introduce me to investment projects. It sounds like you're recruiting new members!"

"What development are you talking about!" Song Qing霜 was unhappy. "I can still tell what I can do and what I can't. She's not lying to me, and which wealthy family would do that Rest assured, it's definitely reliable."

Such a statement with an affirmative tone is often the least reliable.

Fu Yan pinched the bridge of her nose, "When you get back, send me a look at the investment projects."

"You don't believe me" Song Qing霜 was unhappy. She had always been controlled by her daughter, and she didn't have any maternal authority at all.

Fu Yan watched her silently.

Song Qing霜's heart shivered, and she compromised, "Alright, I'll show you after your grandfather's birthday."

The car stopped in the antique street. This is an old street famous throughout Nánchéng and even the country. The gray tiles and red lanterns stretching endlessly create a vibrant yet peaceful atmosphere.

Song Qing霜 and Fu Yan got out of the car one after another.

"I've heard that this street has the most complete selection of goods, and even Grandpa often comes here to browse." Song Qingfrost pointed to a shop not far away.

Two rows of bodyguards stood at the entrance, I wonder if it's because the items in this store are valuable or because the guests inside are distinguished.

Fu Yan passed by a Bentley parked on the side of the road, absentmindedly thinking, "Grandpa came here maybe he didn't find what he wanted."

"You wouldn't know that, because the market sees new things circulating every day. Even if grandpa went every day, he couldn't see them all."

Fu Yan turned her head and glanced at the conspicuous license plate number. Her eyes were pricked, she blinked, then turned back to follow Song Qing霜's steps.

"Azheng, what do you think of this"

As soon as she entered, Fu Yan heard two words and paused her steps.

The grand entrance was warm and bright. To the right of the doorway was a counter displaying small trinkets, valuable but not particularly expensive. The truly priceless treasures were in the back, separated from the front hall by a beaded curtain.

Fu Yan followed his instincts, looking towards the source of the sound.

Behind a shimmering veil, the man stood tall and straight, his features exquisite. He was never known for his patience, yet here he sat, listening intently to the woman beside him.

And the women around her......

Fu Yan's face turned pale for a moment.

It has long been said that Huo Mingzheng and Li Qin are like a pair of perfect matches. They are natural partners, perfectly suited to each other from head to toe. No one is more suitable for Huo Mingzheng than Li Qin.

The flickering lights cast a hazy, dreamy glow. Standing together, they were indeed a perfect match.

Maybe she had been standing still for too long, Song Qing霜 called out to her: “Take a look at the snuff bottle, grandpa loves collecting them the most.”

The store was too quiet, Song Qing霜's voice wasn't loud or soft.

The noble and aloof man glanced out through the swaying beaded curtain.

Li Qin looked in the mirror and said, "It looks pretty good."

She looked at the man in the mirror, but he avoided her gaze. She took off her hairpin and turned to see him taking a simpler wooden hairpin with a pearl on top from the shelf.

Fu Yan was being led inside by Song Qing霜, the beaded curtain clashing together with a crisp sound that startled the man and woman inside.ropped the long rope and ran towards the garage.Luo, the butler, took off his watch and glasses, ready for his afternoon nap. Suddenly, he saw a black car speeding out of the garage from the window.He...