Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 96 President Huo Gets Emotional~

Chapter 96: Chapter 96 President Huo Gets Emotional~

He kicked rather hard, causing the drunken Young Master Huo to glance up at him, "Mind your own damn business."

Jiang Fengmian really wanted to smash a wine bottle over his head. He gritted his teeth and said, "Are you out of your damn mind?!"

Even though Young Master Huo was highly intoxicated, dizzy and uncomfortable, he hadn’t completely lost his ability to think. On the contrary, his mind was rather clear.

He leaned slightly forward, poured himself a glass of wine, and downed it with one gulp before saying in a detached voice, "Her eyes look a lot like Xiaoqi’s."

Xiao Chaofeng asked Jiang Fengmian curiously at this moment, "Who’s Xiaoqi?"

Jiang Fengmian pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance and thought for a moment before saying, "She should be... the daughter of Qin Huaisheng from the Qin family in Imperial City." They all moved in the same circles; although they were part of the Beijing circle, the social circles of the upper class always had some overlapping intersections.

Moreover, the horrifying massacre of the Qin family in Imperial City ten years ago had shocked the entire nation. Xiao Chaofeng knew somewhat about the Qin family rumors.

Therefore, after Jiang Fengmian finished speaking, he quickly said, "Didn’t they say the Qin Family was wiped out? After that massacre, the entire Qin Mansion was burnt to ashes."

Jiang Fengmian gave him a sideways glance and said, "Isn’t it true that every family, if you trace back three generations, has lost someone? Mind your words."

Xiao Chaofeng leisurely took a sip of his wine and said, "Brothers as we are, won’t you tell me more about that unattainable paramour he’s been keeping in his heart?"

Jiang Fengmian didn’t know much about Young Master Huo’s past, so he said, "I really don’t know the specifics. I only know that after the Qin family massacre, Qin Huaisheng and her daughter’s bodies were never found. Ah Yan and the others have been looking for them all these years."

Xiao Chaofeng clicked his tongue, remarking, "After all these years without any trace, in my opinion, the Qin family is extinct..."

He hadn’t even finished speaking when his head got a sudden blow with a loud bang, his face instantly covered in blood.

Xiao Chaofeng was bewildered by Young Master Huo’s sudden action. He stared blankly at Young Master Huo, who was consumed with intense rage, for almost half a minute before realizing what had happened.

He grabbed a chair and hurled it at Young Master Huo, "You son of a...!"

Naturally, he didn’t succeed. Jiang Fengmian quickly called in the bodyguards waiting outside to break up the fight.

Once the two were finally separated, the gloomy-faced Young Master Huo pointed at Xiao Chaofeng, whose face was bloodstained, and made a throat-slitting gesture, "Consider yourself lucky that we’re still on good terms."

The implication was clear; otherwise, it wouldn’t have ended with just a head wound. Young Master Huo threw down these words and then staggered out of the room with Qin Lang’s help.

Xiao Chaofeng angrily roared at his retreating back, "Young Master Huo, our friendship is over. Don’t you dare ask me for anything, you damn..."

...

Forty minutes later, [Huo Mansion, East Garden].

An Ge was violently awakened by a loud knocking at the door while she was in a deep sleep. Uncle Fu was calling at her doorway, "An Ge, wake up. The young master is drunk and specifically asked for you to make hangover soup."

An Ge propped herself up and switched on the bedside lamp. She glanced at her phone; it was already one in the morning. At that moment, her brain was still in standby mode. She asked Uncle Fu at the door, "Uncle Fu, what did you just say? I didn’t catch that."

Uncle Fu repeated his words, "Tomorrow is the day for your mother’s bone marrow transplant. At this critical moment, you better not cross the young master; otherwise, if he throws a fit and stops your mother’s surgery, you’ll be the one crying."

Uncle Fu’s words immediately snapped An Ge awake. She quickly threw on a light long-sleeved knit top without even changing clothes and opened the door. "Where is he now?"

Having just woken up, the girl exuded a charm she was completely unaware of. Uncle Fu dared not look directly at her and hurriedly averted his gaze, saying, "He’s sitting on the couch downstairs, in a really bad mood. He’s even kicked over the coffee table."

Hearing this, An Ge’s heart raced, "...What... what exactly did he say?"

Uncle Fu mimicked Young Master Huo’s tone, repeating the words that Young Master Huo had said downstairs in his fit of anger, "If that woman named An isn’t completely dead, tell her to come down immediately and make hangover soup."

An Ge: "..."

An Ge dared not delay for a moment and hurriedly followed Uncle Fu downstairs. The man on the sofa was utterly slumped into it. He seemed to be asleep, yet also as if he were just resting with his eyes closed.

From a short distance away, An Ge hastily surveyed him before saying to Uncle Fu, "Let’s not disturb him for now. I’ll go make the hangover soup first..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man who had his eyes closed suddenly opened his bloodshot Phoenix Eyes, and his gaze fixed accurately on her face. It was as sharp as a blade, one look causing her entire body to be seized by fear. He said, "Get over here!"

Seeing his menacing demeanor, An Ge looked at Uncle Fu for help. Uncle Fu gave her a look that said to seek her own fortune and said, "An Ge, I’m... I’m getting old, with all kinds of chronic diseases; I can’t stay up late. The task of looking after the young master is up to you now, you... you take care."

Leaving these words, Uncle Fu turned and ran away.

An Ge: "..."

"Still not coming over, or are you waiting for me to fetch you?"

An Ge could only force herself to approach. The man was sitting, and she was standing, but his overwhelming and terrifying aura instantly crushed her into nothing.

An Ge’s heartbeat pounded like a drum, nervousness seizing her chest. She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to appear calm as she said, "Young Master Huo, if you have nothing more to say, I’ll go make the hangover soup for you?"

"Support me upstairs first."

Oddly, An Ge felt relieved. She bent down, reached out to support the man’s arm, and tried to help him up. However, after several failed attempts, she breathlessly said to him, who was as immovable as a mountain, "Young Master Huo, you’re... too heavy. I don’t have enough strength; you need to cooperate with me..."

She had exerted all her efforts but still couldn’t help him up, leaving her face flushed red and a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. At this moment, her appearance fell into the eyes of the intoxicated Young Master Huo, making her exceedingly... alluring.

His Adam’s apple involuntarily moved several times, propping himself up on the sofa with one hand, using his arm’s strength to stand up. Perhaps due to alcohol’s paralyzing effect, his tall figure lost balance, and after standing up, he wobbled unsteadily.

An Ge quickly supported his unbalanced body, one arm wrapped around his waist, while the other draped his arm over her shoulder, trying to stabilize him this way. In such close proximity, her intoxicating fragrance quickly wafted into Young Master Huo’s nose. His eyes turned scorching, as did his breathing. He felt an intense thirst, the kind only a man could feel for a woman!