was uneasy. What's wrong with Mr. HuoIt's different from usual, but it's hard to say exactly how.Could it be that my attitude just now wasn't respectful enoughHuo Ming got into the car, loosened his t...The New Year's Eve dinner was still going on, but Huo Mingzheng had already left his seat. As for staying up to celebrate the new year, he hadn't participated in many years.

As he reached the door, his mother, Cheng Wei-jin, came out and smoothed down his collar. “Where are you rushing off to”

He obviously didn't want to talk about this topic, "Just say what you have to say."

"Are you the one accompanying the noblewoman back to Jinling"

Hu Mingzheng paused, meticulously straightening his buttoned gloves with one hand. He wasn't surprised at all.

He didn't seem prepared to explain, which gave Cheng Weiqin a headache. "Your dad doesn't know about this yet, I haven't told him."

"You can tell him that too, my father is much more open-minded than you." Huo Mingzheng said with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

“Is this what I mean You choose who to spend your life with, I won't interfere. But the premise is that you have a life to spend. Kevin is from the Esley family. You take his life, even if he is disinherited, the Esley family will not let it go. Don't think that just because you have the inheritance rights of the Romont family, you can rest easy.”

Huo Mingzheng's jawline was exquisitely curved. He slightly raised it, glancing at the red lanterns hanging in the corridor below, lost in thought about something.

Cheng Weiqin laughed angrily, realizing that he hadn't listened to a word she said. She couldn't help but feel that he truly was her son.

If she had listened, she wouldn't have run away from her family that year and eloped with Huo Mingzheng's father without hesitation.

Huo Mingzheng glanced at his mother's expression and nonchalantly said, "I'm leaving."

Getting into the car, Huo Mingzheng untied his tie and loosened his collar, instructing Cao Fang, "Have someone buy some celebratory items and decorate the estate from top to bottom."

Cao Fang was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the endoscope and met Huo Mingzheng's gaze, confirming that he hadn't misheard. He took out his phone and called his subordinate.

"Yes, big red lanterns, colorful lights, Chinese knots, and the word 'fu'..."

On the other end of the phone, the subordinate was stunned, the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong. “Brother Fang, is this really what Mr. Huo needs”

He had been working under Cao Fang for so many years, when has he ever seen such things appear in the gardens of Jinling's mansions Or was it instructed by General Huo

"Stop beating around the bush, get it done. If you succeed, there's a reward. If you fail, there's still a reward - I'll kick your ass."

Cao Fang hung up the phone and looked back at the endoscope. Huo Mingzheng leaned against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed, meditating. He had drunk some wine during dinner, brought back from Beijing by his uncle, a potent vintage.

Several years ago, on the Lantern Festival, when Liang Feicheng celebrated his birthday, he went to Yanjing City. He drank this kind of wine there, which had a strong aftertaste. He said some things that were recorded and later laughed at him for being cowardly.

Those words......

Closing his eyes to rest, Huo Mingzheng frowned and rubbed his temples. He had to find a way to destroy it.

The car drove into the Jinling Mansion. The bodyguard shopped quickly, and the servants were already busy preparing. Looking at the two large lanterns hanging under the main building's porch, Cao Yuan on the co-pilot couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.

Before Huo Mingzheng even stepped inside, he could hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room.

Several servants sat on the carpet beside the sofa, several red paper cuttings laid out on the floor. They huddled together, cutting window decorations.

Fu Yan sat on the sofa. She was forcibly pulled down from upstairs by the nutritionist to participate.

Actually, Fu Yan didn't want to cut window flowers. She didn't even feel like moving.

I just remembered many years ago, my father's paper cuttings were so lifelike and vivid. Neighbors loved them very much. My father was generous and would cut extra pieces for anyone who needed them and gave them away for free.

The nutritionist's window decorations were also very pretty. Fu Yan didn't realize it, but she was drawn in by the nutritionist and picked up a pair of scissors as well.

She sat in the corner of the sofa, a floor lamp beside her casting a warm yellow light on her face, bathing her already striking features in a soft glow. It was captivating beauty.o Fang's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Li Qin. He instinctively glanced at the two people on the sofa, quietly retreated, and then answered the call.However, when he heard the...