Mr. Huo, Your Wife Wants You to Have Sea Cucumber Porridge

Sunlight filtered through the soft, dreamy curtains of muted gray, casting its warmth upon Huo Qing'ang, standing at the foot of the stairs. He was dressed in a sleek and exquisitely black suit, which clung gracefully to his tall and slender frame, emanating an extraordinary elegance.

In that moment, it was unclear whether the man adorned the attire or if the attire accentuated the man.

"Mr. Huo, should you undress first, or shall I?" Gu Pianpian raised her eyes, with her direct and unashamed gaze, as if she intended to consume him in the next moment.

Huo Qing'ang, blocked by her advancing intentions, took a step back, his brow furrowing instantly. His eyes, cold and deep, radiated an aura of pride and coldness. "Step aside."

"Step aside? Mr. Huo, you haven't even fulfilled your morning mission." She shook her head, her words barely escaping her lips before her hand reached out to his chest.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pushed her away, devoid of any mercy. "Gu Pianpian, put away your frivolous thoughts, or I gonna gut you bow to stern."

Every time, she was so impatient, wanting to bring him down.

This made Huo Qing'ang doubt the true motives concealed behind her actions. Gu Pianpian lightly bit her lip, thoughtfully. "Will it be in bed? It's quite unappealing... In that case, Mr. Huo, remember to at least leave me with a garment."

How could such a flighty and libertine woman be his wife?

He felt disappointment, anger, and helplessness all at once. "Leave."

...

Seeing Gu Pianpian descending the stairs, Mrs. Zhang greeted her with a gentle smile. "Madam, you're awake. I'll bring your meal right away."

As an experienced individual, Madam was evidently in need of some replenishment after her extensive morning exercises with Mr. Huo.

Gu Pianpian sat at the table, the rich aroma of chicken soup wafting to her, stimulating her appetite. "Thank you, Mrs. Zhang!"

Mrs. Zhang, honored by the respect, smiled like a crescent moon. "Madam, you’re too kind. This is my duty. Mr. Huo asked me to inform you that he will be away on a business trip tomorrow and won't be home tonight."

Gu Pianpian paused. "Alright. Please, Mrs. Zhang, prepare some sea cucumber porridge for me. I'll take it to Mr. Huo's office later."

If he wouldn't come home to sleep with her, she'd go to the office to sleep with him. Sleeping with him or being slept by him, the outcome and purpose remained the same — getting pregnant.

Mrs. Zhang nodded. "Of course, Madam. Take your time. I'll prepare it."

Three hours later, a perfect pot of fragrant and nutritious sea cucumber porridge was ready. Gu Pianpian carried it and headed towards the Huo Corporation.

...

Just as she arrived at the lobby of the Huo Corporation, she didn't even have a chance to step into the elevator when she was intercepted by the front desk. "Excuse me, miss, who are you looking for?"

"Hello! I'm here to see Mr. Huo Qing'ang," she politely replied.

"Mr. Huo?" The front desk employee gave Gu Pianpian a disdainful look. "Mr. Huo is not someone you can easily meet with."

Seeing Mr. Huo, even if you have an appointment, is of no use. Unless it's arranged through the president's office, with the person's name already on the meeting list submitted to the front desk on that day. But today, everyone on the meeting list has already been here this morning. Besides, this woman, although she appears to have a good image and temperament, is not carrying any luxury items. Others come with limited edition handbags, and she's carrying... a thermos.

She... probably has something wrong with her brain.

"I'm Gu Pianpian, Mr. Huo's wife," Gu Pianpian's tone became slightly more assertive.

The front desk burst into laughter. "Come and see, we have another 'Mrs. Huo' here!"

"Miss, your tactics are outdated. Women who claim to be Mrs. Huo and want to see our Mr. Huo are countless. Even if you come at this time, you won't make it into the top 1000!"

"Our Mrs. Huo is the heiress of the Gu Corporation, and you? A frog wanting to eat a swan? You should consider reincarnation in your next life!"

"Sell yourself with some prettiness. Nowadays, young girls...take the wrong way"

The anger within Gu Pianpian exploded like Mount Fuji about to erupt. She opened her phone and dialed Huo Qing'ang's number, but... there was no answer.

Coincidentally, at that moment, Song Ci walked in.

Just a second ago, Huo Corporation employees were mocking Gu Pianpian. Now, they greeted Song Ci like obedient puppies.

"Miss Song, you're here!"

"Miss Song, you look even more beautiful after just two days!"

"Miss Song, these are fresh fruits flown in this morning. Please have a taste!"

...

The ugliness of human nature disgusted Gu Pianpian. With a forced smile, Song Ci, upon making eye contact with Gu Pianpian, immediately adopted a more somber tone. "Who is this beggar? You should escort her out immediately. If the lobby is entered by someone strange and known by Mr. Huo, you won't get away with it."

Song Ci, who was she? Any woman who came to Huo Corporation at any time could see Huo Qing'ang at will. Her status was self-evident.

The employees immediately surrounded Gu Pianpian. "Did you hear? She called you a beggar! Get out!"

A beggar? Gu Pianpian was the woman legally married to Huo Qing'ang, and yet, she was being called a beggar by a woman who constantly flirted with her husband?

This was a matter of honor.

Since they wouldn't let her see Huo Qing'ang, she would have to make Huo Qing'ang come down to see her.

...

Fifteen minutes later, hundreds of small yellow cars from a delivery company mysteriously appeared outside Huo Corporation's entrance. Under Gu Pianpian's orders, they quickly formed a circle, sealing off the building tightly.

The deliverymen, dressed uniformly, each held a megaphone, their eyes shining with excitement and passion.

Standing by the window on the 38th floor, Huo Qing'ang furrowed his brow and looked at Zhou Yan. "Go see what's happening down there."

"Qing'ang, can't you see it? It must be a proposal for someone in the company, and they've come to show support," Song Ci coquettishly responded.

"Is that so?" Huo Qing'ang raised his eyes. "It's getting cold. Your health isn't good; you shouldn't go out."

Song Ci's voice immediately grew softer. "I'm stuck in the sanatorium all alone. It's so boring."

She reached out to grab Huo Qing'ang's sleeve, but he discreetly avoided her touch.

"I had a checkup yesterday, and the doctor said my condition hasn't improved in the past six months. Qing'ang, am I going to die?" Song Ci's eyes turned red in an instant as she looked at Huo Qing'ang with a pitiful and frightened expression.

Huo Qing'ang's icy tone softened slightly. "Don't think too much. You won't. I promise."

Song Ci nodded, about to say the three words "I believe you," when her words were cut off by a gesture from Gu Pianpian.

The start buttons of the megaphones in the deliverymen's hands were all pressed simultaneously, and their deafening voices penetrated every corner of the building:

"Mr. Huo, your wife wants you to have sea cucumber porridge!"

"Mr. Huo, your wife wants you to have sea cucumber porridge!"

"Mr. Huo, your wife wants you to have sea cucumber porridge!"

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