Chapter 110: Night Before the Divorce the Villainous Family Can Hear My Thoughts!

 Chapter 110: Will You Only Forgive Me After I Die?

Upon hearing this, Shen Cheng's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at her with a shocked expression.

[Oh wow! Huo Yushu, not bad! Quick thinker, huh!]

[If you'd kept your wits about you all along, you wouldn't have been deceived so thoroughly by Huo Yuyan and that Xie Shaoheng, ending up with nothing!]

Ah, right! Right! Right!

Huo Yushu agreed.

From now on, listen to Sister-in-law’s words more. Keep your heart and your money in check. Following her, I'll have free rein wherever I go.

"Look at Li Qingxue," Huo Yushu said with a smug smile, "Her complexion is rosy, she's full of energy—do her legs look like they've atrophied for two years?"

"When I saw her wrap her legs around a man's waist, they were as strong as vines!"

"So, I'm sure her two years of unconsciousness were just an act," Huo Yushu said confidently. "She must've woken up a long time ago, and was just pretending to deceive my brother... us."

No, no! At this point, we can't drag her brother into this. I need to get him out of it.

Shen Cheng smiled and looked at her, "Makes sense, but that hospital is owned by the Wen family, and the whole medical team was hired by your brother."

Uh...

Crap!

Her brother’s not getting out of this one.

Brother, I’ve tried! No choice, Sister-in-law is just too strong. I can't help you now! You’ll have to save yourself!

"It’s all my brother’s fault!" Huo Yushu unhesitatingly sold out her own brother. "His brain’s full of water, and his vision's worse than mine!"

Shen Cheng nodded in agreement. "Makes sense, the thing around your brother’s neck is just for show!"

At that moment, in his office, Huo Xingjian, who had been racking his brain to figure out how to cheer up his wife, suddenly sneezed.

"Mr. Huo..." Zhang Hui, entering the office, paused when he heard the sneeze. "Mr. Huo, have you caught a cold? Is it too cold in the office? Should I turn up the temperature?"

"No need," Huo Xingjian replied without looking up, continuing to check his phone. "What’s up?"

Zhang Hui explained briefly about what had happened downstairs.

"Mm," Huo Xingjian responded indifferently. "Got it. If she comes again, have the receptionist and security call Huo Xinglang."

"Understood." Zhang Hui nodded, placing a stack of documents in front of him. "These need your signature."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Zhang Hui," Huo Xingjian's voice called from behind him just as he reached the door.

Zhang Hui quickly turned around. "Mr. Huo, is there anything else?"

"Is it true that the 14th of every month is Valentine’s Day?" Huo Xingjian asked.

"Right!" Zhang Hui slapped his thigh. "Today’s the 14th of October. Yes, yes, yes, it's totally true, absolutely reliable!"

Saying that, he quickly took out his phone, searched online, and grinned as he walked over to Huo Xingjian, holding out the phone. "Mr. Huo, look! October 14th is the Honey Moon Valentine’s Day, perfect for you and your wife."

Huo Xingjian gave a cool glance at his phone, the corner of his lips curving slightly in a barely noticeable smile.

He rested his hand on his chin, deep in thought.

He was well aware of the twelve Valentine’s Days—actually, it was fifteen, including Qixi Festival.

"Mr. Huo, do you need me to book flowers? Or a restaurant? Maybe an aerial garden restaurant?" Zhang Hui said eagerly. "We could decorate the place with romance."

"You hold the flowers and diamonds, and give them to your wife. She’ll definitely be touched. Should I go pick out a diamond for you? Necklace, ring, or earrings... no, wait!"

"I think a anklet would be better!"

"Anklet?" Huo Xingjian furrowed his brows, repeating the words with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Hui nodded vigorously. "An anklet is also a form of confession, wanting to protect the other person. It symbolizes tying this life together, and binding the next life. This is how Mr. Huo feels for his wife."

"Tie this life together, bind the next life?" Huo Xingjian softly repeated the phrase, his eyes filled with anticipation and longing.

He then stood up from his chair. "I’ll choose it myself. You focus on your work."

He grabbed his phone and car keys, quickly leaving.

Such matters, naturally, couldn’t be entrusted to others. What he chose himself would be more sincere.

Little did Shen Cheng know that the thing Huo Xingjian was referring to around his neck as just a decoration was actually part of a romantic surprise he was preparing for her.

Meanwhile, under Huo Yushu’s influence, the two of them had driven out of the city for a trip.

As Huo Xingjian’s car stopped in front of the jewelry store, his phone rang.

Seeing Li Qingxue’s name on the screen, all his good mood was instantly replaced with a cloud of gloom.

After a long pause, he finally answered. "What’s the matter?"

"Xingjian, do you really want to drive me to death?" Li Qingxue’s voice came through, sounding as if the whole world owed her something. "Is it only after I die that you’ll forgive me?"

"But I really don’t know what I did wrong or what made you upset." She sobbed softly, her voice truly pitiful.

If it were before, Huo Xingjian would have urgently asked what happened and been concerned about her.

But now...

He only felt utter disgust.

"Miss Li, your life or death is beyond my control. Right or wrong, it has nothing to do with me. Don’t put the responsibility for your desire to die on me." Huo Xingjian spoke coldly. "If you really have no hope in life, you can make your own decisions."

"Of course, out of moral obligation, I will call the police for you."

With that, he didn’t even give Li Qingxue a chance to respond and hung up the phone immediately.

Then, he called the police and reported Li Qingxue’s phone number.

Li Qingxue never imagined he would be so ruthless.

She hadn’t even finished her sentence when he hung up.

Soon, she received a call from the police, followed by the sound of sirens from both fire trucks and police cars.

Li Qingxue was completely stunned.

At that moment, she was sitting in her car, still not fully processing what had happened, when the car window was suddenly shattered.

"Ah! What are you doing! Why are you breaking my car window?" Li Qingxue shouted in terror.

"The car engine is off."

"There are no sharp objects or tools."

"There are no sleeping pills or anything."

"No..."

"What is the meaning of this?" Li Qingxue glared angrily at the uniformed firefighters and police officers, and then her mind replayed Huo Xingjian’s words: "Out of moral obligation, I will call the police."

She took a deep breath, gritting her teeth.

"Huo Xingjian, you’re going too far! How can you treat me like this!"

The final conclusion was that Li Qingxue had no suicidal tendencies and was only trying to scare people.

In order to avoid being condemned, Li Qingxue repeatedly apologized, claiming it was just a joke with a friend.

Only then was the situation calmed down.

...

Shen Cheng’s phone rang—it was a call from Huo Xingjian.

"Hello."

"I’m at the door of your studio. Come out quickly, I’ve got a gift for you," Huo Xingjian said softly.

"I’m not at the studio. We’re in Qingzhou," Shen Cheng replied leisurely.