Secretary Jiang throws out the divorce papers, and President Huo loses control with red eyes.

Chapter 216 Regret and Pain Spreading Endlessly

After saying that, Jiang Qin didn't look at Huo Sili again. Instead, she looked at Su Lejia, who was approaching, from a distance. Only after hearing her daughter's clear voice did she look up at the man in front of her again.

But in just a moment, Jiang Qin looked away.

She cried? What's it to her?

Jiang Qin naturally responded to her daughter's words, and her response was still very gentle. She hummed in agreement.

Then he turned around to look behind him.

Song Xinye and the others then arrived.

Jiang Qin looked at Song Xinye and said, "Brother Song, let's go."

Then he looked at Su Lejia, who was standing at the doorway, facing Huo Sili, and was clearly a little timid.

Holding her daughter, she strode towards her best friend.

Seeing Jiang Qin striding towards her, Su Lejia no longer cared what her ex-husband thought.

He immediately strode over to meet them.

Sweetie turned her head and met Su Lejia's face. She smiled happily and reached out for a hug: "Auntie!"

Su Lejia's heart melted instantly. "Hey! Come here, let Auntie hug you, let Mommy rest her hands."

"Okay~" In the past three years, Su Lejia has lived abroad for quite a long time and only returned to China a couple of days ago. In Tian Tian's world, Su Lejia has a very close relationship.

We can't actually drive this close here. Zhou Junxuan went to park the car; he's not here right now.

Su Lejia carried Tiantian and walked side by side with Jiang Qin in front, while Song Xinye led the group with their luggage and followed quickly behind.

When Zhou Junxuan parked the car and came over to help with the luggage, he was met with this scene: Carlos and Aunt Zhou, whom he had met abroad before, were also there. He couldn't help at all.

He was feeling a bit awkward when he noticed that there seemed to be an even more embarrassed ex-husband standing at the door.

Finally, he turned around and went to drive.

The two sisters were chatting happily in front, while a group of people followed closely behind, clearly in a protective posture.

When He Xu finished his work at the company and rushed over, he happened to see this scene.

Oh, to be precise, it's not just that—it's early December, and Kyoto is very cold; it even snowed heavily this morning.

As he drove up, quite by chance, he bumped into Song Xinye, who was walking behind him.

He took a women's coat out of his carry-on bag.

It was draped over Jiang Qin.

Jiang Qin pulled her coat tighter, turned to Song Xinye, smiled, and said something. Judging from her lip movements, it was "Thank you, Brother Song."

He Xu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Done!

After the car came to a stop, he turned his head to look at the man standing next to the conspicuous Cullinan by the door, who was also looking towards him.

Judging from the dejected look in Huo Sili's eyes, it was easy to tell that Huo Sili had definitely also witnessed what had just happened.

"..." He Xu was speechless.

Bang.

The next second, he became even more Zen. Huo Sili, who had promised to wait for him and let him drive, got into the car alone again.

Not only did they drive off immediately, but they also followed the car that Su Lejia, Jiang Qin, and the others were riding in!

He Xu's heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

No, this stalking can't be this obvious and blatant, can it?

But then, remembering something, she breathed a slight sigh of relief—

Since learning that his wife was still alive, Mr. Huo's condition has been improving day by day. In the past three years, Mr. Huo has been undergoing physical examinations. In the second year after learning that his wife was still alive, Mr. Huo was diagnosed with depression.

The initial pity that made President Lu speak softly to him has been replaced by mildness—and now, after reading President Huo's diagnosis report, President Lu dares to yell at him again.

In short, Mr. Huo has basically recovered.

However, having witnessed Huo Sili's mental state during his episodes multiple times in the past two years, He Xu developed the habit of following Huo Sili and being afraid to let Huo Sili drive.

Jiang Qin was naturally unaware of these things.

Even if she knew this now, she wouldn't care.

……

Despite the cold weather and heavy snow, the roads were slippery and icy, and traffic in Kyoto remained heavy as always. Cars moved in and out, and what should have been a one-hour journey took almost two hours.

The car was parked at a villa, the address of which was given by Song Xinye.

Actually, the original plan was to go to Su Lejia and Zhou Junxuan's new house for a get-together after getting off the plane today, to add some liveliness to the new house, but the number of people who came back this time was much larger than originally planned, plus Huo Sili was following behind the car.

Jiang Qin didn't want to cause Su Lejia any unnecessary trouble, and Song Xinye proactively gave her the address, saying he had already made arrangements in advance. He was worried that if the flight was delayed, she would arrive hungry and not be able to find a meal she liked.

He made a point of having someone buy the groceries well in advance, and even had a star chef go over to cook. He made a phone call on the way, and the chef started cooking immediately.

After thinking it over, Su Lejia and Zhou Junxuan had no objections. After all, it was a new house, and they wanted to bring good luck. It didn't matter if there were many people, but it would be a problem if her ex-husband came along.

It's really unlucky to think about it.

After all, the ex-husband was just someone with an unhappy marriage, and this ex-husband was quite powerful.

Although they knew that if Horst were to investigate, their privacy would be exposed in no time.

But, one thing at a time, following them like this might lead to the ex-husband getting drunk one day and, due to muscle memory, driving his car to their building to wait for them.

This situation has occurred before in the past three years.

However, Su Lejia felt it was too unlucky, and seeing that her best friend had finally "come back to life" and was so energetic, she didn't tell Jiang Qin about these messy things.

The car drove into the villa, and after everyone put their things down, they started chatting happily.

The black Cullinan was also parked outside the villa, but because the villa was large, the materials used in its construction must have been specially chosen to be soundproof, so the sounds inside were almost inaudible outside.

Huo Sili got out of the car, and He Xu drove up behind him.

He quickly followed him down, and just as he was about to say something, Horst turned around and looked at him.

"Tell me, what do I look like right now?"

He Xu was baffled: "What?"

Horst's thin lips curled slightly, mocking himself, "Just like a rat in the gutter."

The powerful head of the Huo family privately described himself as a rat in the gutter.

Only He Xu, a trusted confidant, could understand these words. If they were to be accidentally leaked out, others would laugh at them.

But He Xu couldn't laugh at this moment, because, to be honest, it really did look a bit like it.

They used to be so close, but now they can only stand outside the wrought iron gate like thieves, gazing longingly into the distance.

Unfortunately, I can't see anything.

He Xu sighed, but when asked to say something comforting, he was sorry, he couldn't find the words.

After all, isn't it all Huo's own fault that things have come to this?

However, on another note, he seemed to have seen Miss Su holding a little girl in her arms just now.

He Xu pondered this matter and couldn't help but wonder, because of his wife, President Huo had been secretly helping Miss Su and Mr. Zhou for the past three years, hoping that they could live a good life.

But he hadn't heard that Miss Su and Mr. Zhou suddenly had a child, and one that was already so big, not an infant, but probably two years old.

While he was still pondering, he suddenly heard Holmes say something as if to himself.

"I deserve to die."

He Xu was startled, almost thinking that this man had fallen ill again.

I quickly thought of saying, "How could that be? My wife is still alive and well. It's all in the past."

Suddenly, he met Huo Sili's reddened eyes, and the man's voice was hoarse from sobbing.

“Qinqin is pregnant with my child. He Xu, she faked her death three years ago while pregnant. She… I even told her at the time that I would personally take her to have an abortion. She must hate me to the core.”

Did you see that just now?

"My daughter with Qinqin is so adorable. How could I have said such awful things to her?"

He Xu remained silent for a long time.

But then he suddenly realized.

So that's how it is. The little girl wasn't Miss Su and Mr. Zhou's child, but Mrs. Su's.

He said that the little girl looked familiar, but she didn't resemble Miss Su or Mr. Zhou.

Moreover, the age doesn't match up. My colleagues have children, and I brought one out to a colleague gathering before; it happened to be a little girl.

He Xu thus gained some basic knowledge about two-year-old girls, including their approximate height.

He was wondering why the age didn't match up; it turns out she was his future little darling!

Oh no, what should I be saying now?

Mr. Huo, is this... is he really finished?

Given his wife's personality, it's likely that she'll find it very difficult to accept Mr. Huo again.

After all, when He Xu looked into the villa, although he could hardly see the scene inside, he could smell the aroma of food coming from inside, and occasionally he could hear the cheerful laughter of little girls being amused.

He glanced at Huo Sili again, then turned on his phone and looked at it.

"Mr. Huo, it's getting late, we..."

“You should go back,” Horst said. “I think I’ll stay here for a while.”

He Xu didn't quite agree, but didn't directly refute him. Instead, he reminded him, "President Huo, the temperature is going to drop tonight, it's very cold. It's not safe for you to stay here..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huo Sili, unusually, reverted to his cold and aloof demeanor, just like when Jiang Qin was still with him. "When did you become so talkative?"

He Xu: "..." Wasn't it because I was worried about you?

Forget it, I feel sorry for men; they'll be unlucky for life.

This is the truth; believe it.

He Xu drove away.

As night deepened, a flurry of snow began to fall.

Horst stood in the snow, gazing at the brightly lit courtyard and smelling the aroma of meat and vegetables wafting from inside.

Suddenly, my memory seemed to resurface, and I recalled a line of poetry I learned as a child.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

At that moment, Horstley shamefully fantasized that if he really froze to death, she would be heartbroken for him.

Even if only for a moment, judging from reality, Jiang Qin's world seems to be getting better and better without Huo Sili.

It was only at this moment that Horst realized just how big a mistake he had made.

Inside, after Tian Tian had eaten and drunk her fill, Song Xinye added two more coats and a fluffy hat before allowing the little girl to come out and play.

From a distance, Tian Tian looked at Huo Sili curiously for a while before running back into the house and taking Song Xinye's hand.

"Uncle, uncle, that strange uncle is still standing outside. The snow is so heavy, do you have a blanket?"

Song Xinye found it somewhat amusing and bent down to pick up Tian Tian.

I thought to myself, it would be good if I froze to death.

Ultimately, he did fulfill his niece's wish.

Holding Tian Tian in one arm and carrying a blanket in the other, Song Xinye went out to the door.

despair.

The wrought iron gate opened, and under the streetlights, Song Xinye handed the blanket to Huo Sili.

Sweetie curiously looked at the strange uncle, and when Huo Sili looked at her with tearful eyes, she hugged her uncle tightly.

"Mommy, I miss Mommy. Uncle, Sweetie wants to hear Mommy tell a story."

"Okay, Uncle will take Tian Tian inside to find her mother." Song Xinye closed the door, not giving anyone a second glance, carried his little niece into the house, and strode into the brightly lit room.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and the shadows of the surrounding tree branches were reflected on the snow. In contrast to the bright villa inside the courtyard, the outside world appeared desolate, dark, and cold.

Horstley gripped the blanket in his hand, his fingers trembling uncontrollably with a mixture of surprise and pain.

He heard it clearly: the little girl had called Song Xinye "uncle," not "dad."

When they were deeply in love, she said that if they ever had a child, she hoped he would be a good father.

If she can't do that, she'll definitely get a divorce.

But that year, he told her that they wouldn't have children, and later he said those outrageous things.

The blanket was soaked, whether by tears or snow, and on this snowy night, regret and pain spread endlessly through Horsley's body and mind.

Until dawn.