Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

The Huo family has strict family rules, and there are many rules for eating. After the formal dinner party, there is less chatter.

The movement here is particularly obvious.

Some people at the table were already frowning in dissatisfaction.

She immediately covered her mouth and nose, and nodded to the person who looked at her with tears in her eyes to apologize.

But then there was another feeling of nausea and vomiting.

Fu Yan immediately stood up and left the table, rushing into the bathroom.

I vomited out everything I had just eaten, and there was nothing to vomit. I couldn't stop retching, my throat became tight, and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

There was movement on the doorknob, someone came in.

Fu Yan was lying on the sink, his heart beating fast. He turned around and saw Song Qingshuang closing the door in a hurry.

She was about to speak, but couldn't help covering her mouth and retching.

After the nausea passed, she turned on the faucet and washed her hands, looking at her mother who was hesitant to speak in the mirror.

"Did you fall in love with someone behind my back?"

Fu Yan's ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear clearly, "What?"

Mother repeated it again, her eyes sharp as if she was interrogating a prisoner.

Fu Yan stopped washing his hands and frowned, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Song Qingshuang stepped forward, grabbed her arm, turned her around, and looked her up and down.

Fu Yan vomited violently, his eyes were red, and his face looked pale and weak.

"Could you be pregnant?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Fu Yan became agitated for no reason, and his voice was a little higher than usual.

Song Qingshuang looked at her suspiciously.

Realizing that her attitude was a bit extreme, she softened her tone and explained: "I'm not in love, I just feel a little upset about my stomach."

In fact, she didn't know what was wrong with herself.

It was fine before, but she couldn't stand the faint smell of fish. Now she was questioned by Song Qingshuang, and she subconsciously calculated her menstrual period.

It was really delayed for three days.

Is she really pregnant?

The last time she was with Huo Mingzheng, she was suddenly informed of a business trip and forgot whether she had taken any medicine.

Song Qingshuang didn't know what she was thinking. Only when she heard her say this did she believe it, "There is no best."

Looking at Fu Yan's behavior just now, I thought she was in love with someone else without telling him, and had started having children before marriage.

Since there wasn't, she was relieved.

She pulled a tissue to wipe the water from the corner of Fu Yan's mouth, and said earnestly: "You are my only hope, but you can't learn from those bad things. My mother will depend on you to live a good life for the rest of her life."

"The Huo family has not treated you badly. Your life will not be too bad." Fu Yan took the tissue and wiped it himself.

Although the Huo family didn't like the couple, they asked Mr. Huo to take good care of them before the fifth son of the Huo family passed away.

Although Mr. Huo didn't like them, he kept his promise and gave Song Qingshuang seven-digit living expenses every year.

This amount of money would be enough for ordinary people to spend for decades, but Song Qingshuang spent money lavishly.

Fu Yan set a limit for her to spend a maximum of [-] yuan per month, and the remaining money would be reserved for the end of the year. For a family as big as the Huo family, there were a lot of things that needed to be taken care of.

"How can I spend that little money? I have to buy clothes and bags every month, do beauty treatments, and have gatherings for my wife's circle every once in a while. I don't need to spend money on anything."

Song Qingshuang began to settle accounts with Fu Yan.

Fu Yan pressed his swollen and painful temples, "You have enough clothes and bags, and you don't have to go to the party of the wife circle. They always look down on us, so why bother with a hot face and a cold butt."

"What do you know?" Song Qingshuang asked displeasedly, "When you are rubbed off by society, you will realize that aloofness is the least valuable thing. The most valuable thing in a wife's circle is connections."

"By the way, someone introduced me to a young talent this time, and I was planning to tell you about it."

Guessing something, Fu Yan interrupted her impatiently, "I'm busy with work recently and don't have time."

Song Qingshuang didn't care about these excuses and said to herself: "Although the other party is not as powerful as the Huo family, he is still well-known in Nancheng. He is their only son. If you marry him...

"Mom!" Fu Yan interrupted again, "I don't want to get married so early."

Song Qingshuang hummed: "Then what do you want? A woman's final destination is to marry. If you marry a good family, your mother will have a reputation in the Huo family, and you can hold your head high in front of outsiders. You know the truth of marrying early and enjoying happiness early." don't know?"

Fu Yan doesn't understand her logic, marry early and enjoy happiness early?

"I have a job. I have just graduated two years ago. There will be many opportunities for promotion in the future. The salary will not be low and I can support you."

Song Qingshuang was furious, "Your salary is not enough to buy a decent bag, how can you support me? It's hard to support yourself!"

"This matter has been settled. When the other party finalizes the time, you will meet."

Song Qingshuang didn't give Fu Yan a chance to refuse and pulled her out of the bathroom.

Fu Yan was thinking about his delayed menstrual period and didn't see the two people coming towards him.

Mr. Huo has lost his appetite due to his old age. When he came out to get some fresh air, Huo Mingzheng was the only one by his side.

"What's wrong with Xiao Fu?"

Fu Yan paused and looked up.

The old man of the Huo family is eighty-one this year.

The maroon Tang suit made him look even more energetic, and his gray hair was meticulously groomed. It could be seen that he was a handsome man who captivated everyone when he was young.

The men of the Huo family are extremely handsome, especially Huo Mingzheng. He and the eldest son of the Fu family are the golden bachelors most desired by the girls in Nancheng.

There is also a saying circulating in Nancheng - whether it is Fu or not Huo, there is no way to avoid it.

Looking over at this moment, it was inevitable to see Huo Mingzheng.

He raised his eyes inadvertently and looked over, his eyes cold and cold, with a bit of a chill in them.

This is a sign that he is not in a good mood.

Fu Yan's heartbeat skipped half a beat.

She immediately looked away and looked at the old man. She had been afraid of the old man of the Huo family since she was a child. He loved his grandchildren but was strict and unsmiling towards her, a "cheap granddaughter".

It seemed like a word of concern, but in fact there was no concern at all. It was just because of Lao Wu's instructions before his death.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, I had a bad stomach during the day and disturbed everyone."

The old man glanced at her displeasedly, and his gray beard sank, "Why didn't you tell me earlier if you felt uncomfortable? You don't have to attend the family dinner."

The old man just wanted to say directly that she was not a real Huo family member.

Fu Yan clasped her fingers and gritted her teeth subconsciously. It made her feel embarrassed if she couldn't get off the stage in public, not to mention that there was Huo Mingzheng opposite.

She didn't want to be embarrassed in front of him. She was ashamed and embarrassed, so her skin turned red.

Just as she was about to say something, Song Qingshuang looked embarrassed and tugged on the hem of Fu Yan's clothes to signal her not to say the wrong thing.

At this time, Huo Minzheng chuckled and said, "Grandpa, why are you wasting your time with irrelevant people? I will accompany you for a walk."

"Yes." The old man suppressed his displeasure and walked forward.

Huo Mingzheng didn't pause for a moment when he passed Fu Yan, his sleeves rubbed against each other silently.