ed her to the outside of that ward. "Miss Fu, please go in directly."She gripped the icy metal doorknob, her fingers tightening slightly. She turned it and pushed the door open.She walked in, and the...At one o'clock in the morning, the neighborhood was so quiet that all you could hear were the rustling leaves being blown by the wind and the distant hum of car engines on the street.

The twelfth floor, at the doorstep of Fu Yan's house.

A slender and tall figure stood at the door. Under a black hooded sweatshirt was a pale, sharply defined jawline, and a prominent Adam's apple.

He is a man.

A bone-like hand with distinct knuckles rose and placed itself on the padlock. The fingers rapidly pressed several numbers.

With a click, the door opened.

A quiet space, a faint 'Welcome home' echoed.

It turns out the sound hole on the combination lock was covered by a large hand.

The door closed, and the motion-sensor lights in the hallway dimmed.

The pitch-black living room was only illuminated by the city lights in the distance. A man strode forward, his long legs carrying him silently across the soft carpet.

Fu Yan's room door was gently pushed open, and the warm scent inside, like the smell of sun-dried cotton blankets, wafted out.

She had fallen asleep, the bedside lamp dimmed to the most comfortable brightness.

On the white pillow, she had her silver hair spread out. One hand rested on the pillow, while the other was placed beside the bed, fingers positioned as if she were holding a phone just before falling asleep. The phone lay next to her.

The man leaned forward slightly, picked up his phone, and typed in the password on the screen. The phone unlocked successfully.

The light from the phone screen illuminated the man's face, a pale and smooth complexion devoid of any expression.

The phone was still on a chat window in WeChat, with the note name at the top: Huo Mingzheng.

There is an unsent message in the input box: Happy birthday.

The man smirked faintly, a light sneer escaping his throat. His thumb tapped the delete key on his phone, erasing Fu Yan's unsent message, word by word.

Then put the phone on the bedside table.

On the wall, a man's tall figure was reflected. He bent down and covered Fu Yan's chest with the fallen quilt. His fingertips gently caressed her cheeks and eyebrows.

A slightly hoarse voice came from the man's mouth: "Yan Yan, you are mine."

In her sleep, Fu Yan felt a coldness brush against her face. She jolted awake, the bedside lamp illuminating every corner of the room. It was eerily silent.

She raised her hand and touched her face, there was nothing.

But the sensation was too real, like a cold snake crawling across her face.

She lay back, dazed, and murmured, "Was it a dream"

It's probably because she's been working too hard and too tired lately.

......

The next day, Fu Yan was almost late. She rushed to the company and clocked in on time.

"Hey, you're here on time again." Cao Man walked past Fu Yan with a stack of papers in her hand.

She feigned concern, "You submitted the bid proposal, didn't you You must have breathed a sigh of relief and slept soundly. You almost overslept!"

"Cao, the deputy manager, is so concerned about me. Why don't you come to my house tonight and watch me sleep"

Cao Man has experienced Fu Yan's sharp tongue and doesn't want to engage in a direct confrontation. "However, with so many companies competing this time, it's too early to be complacent, isn't it I just wanted to remind Manager Fu not to get ahead of himself."

"Thank you for the reminder, this phrase goes to you as well, let us encourage each other." Fu Yan walked past her and went into the office.

Cao Man stood on the spot, watching Fu Yan's cold and resolute back, she couldn't help but sneer, "Fu Yan, I wonder how long you can be so proud."

Fu Yan definitely didn't expect that the bidding documents she carefully locked in the cabinet were turned over on Monday night.at down on the sofa.When Huo Yuan saw the time, he smiled and said, "Have you had dinner yet""No, I'm here with the boss attending a banquet. I dare not eat too much, my dress is form-fitting, I'm af...