In the parking lot, Fu Yan was embraced by Huo Mingzheng in a full embrace.

By her ear, the words Qin Heng had spoken minutes ago still echoed.

After you left Nanshan, Azheng fell ill. He couldn't sleep night after night. Later, when he found you in Zurich, he was able to sleep for a few hours.

Later, he brought you back to his mansion in Jinling. When he was with you, he could sleep soundly all night.

"Fu Yan, the one who ties the bell must be the one to untie it. You are both the root of A Zheng's illness and his cure. Since you left him, he has hardly slept a full night."

He lives in the house you used to rent in Jing Sheng Garden. He could still manage to sleep two or three hours, but now even sleeping pills don't work.

Even an ironclad body has its breaking point. Ask yourself, do you really want to see A-zheng's body deteriorate?

Fu Yan struggled out of Huo Mingzheng's embrace.

"Yan Yan!"

Huo Mingzheng hugged her again, his nose brushing against the hollow of her neck as he whispered softly, "Just half an hour."

"How can you sleep holding me?" Fu Yan's tone was still cold.

She felt Huo Mingzheng's hands stiffen as he hugged her, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he chuckled softly.

Fu Yan slammed the car door shut, went around the front of the car, and pulled open the driver's side door to get in.

A hint of a smile flashed across Huo Mingzheng's eyes, but Fu Yan opened her mouth and asked, "The bidding time for that municipal project has been postponed. Is it related to you?"

The quiet space allowed the sound of their breaths to be clearly heard.

"Yes," Huo Mingzheng didn't want to hide it from her.

Fu Yan pursed her lips and nodded. "Actually, I guessed it was you, but I wasn't sure. Now I know. When I return the favor, let you sleep for half an hour in my car."

The smile in Huo Mingzheng's eyes froze instantly.

"You're treating this like a business deal?"

"Otherwise?" Fu Yan didn't even look back. She leaned against the back of the chair, pulling her coat zipper tight. "You don't think I'd soften up for you, do you?"

She smiled, "Mr. Huo is overthinking it."

Huo Mingzheng stared intently at Fu Yan's face, determined to find any signs of deception on her features.

The bloodshot in his eyes was the same as when they had bumped into each other at that private restaurant that day. Fu Yan recalled Qin Heng saying that he hadn't been sleeping well recently, and even sleeping pills didn't help.

She lowered her eyes and asked in a huff, "Are you going to sleep or not? I'm starting the timer in thirty minutes."

After finishing her words, she didn't care what Huo Mingzheng said and started the car.

However, Huo Mingzheng pressed his hand on the back of her hand. "I'll sleep, but you don't drive."

"Think I'm a bad driver?"

Huo Mingzheng watched her silently, the answer already self-evident.

This hospital is located halfway up the mountain. The road down looks easy to walk, but there are several sharp turns. He has learned his lesson from her sudden braking. He practically doesn't need to sleep for that downhill drive.

Fu Yan angrily slapped his hand away, "Being so picky."

She crossed her arms and leaned back against the chair, saying nothing more and making no further insistence on driving.

Ho Mingzheng also leaned back on the chair like her. He turned his head to look at her face, her makeup was light today, which further highlighted her original facial features.

When she is silent, the light reveals her serene and peaceful countenance.

After a while, she turned her head and glanced at him. Huo Mingzheng had really fallen asleep.

How tired does one have to be to fall asleep in such a short amount of time?

She looked away, saying that half an hour was up, but she hadn't been timing it.

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