If I Remember It Right, Mrs. Huo Doesn't Live by the Seaside

Huo Qing'ang's words cut into Song Ci's heart like a sharp knife. Tears welled up in her reddened eyes and fell to the ground. She couldn't believe her ears as she glanced incredulously at Huo Qing'ang, covered her mouth, and hurriedly left the ward.

Even Gu Pianpian was taken aback. Just a few days ago, Huo Qing'ang had been inseparable from Song Ci, but now, he had used the most indifferent tone to utter the most insulting words.

Watching Song Ci's departing figure, Gu Pianpian shook her head, her lips curving slightly. She sighed lightly. "Mr. Huo is truly heartless."

Huo Qing'ang, lying on the hospital bed, raised his chin slightly. His thin lips curled into a cold smile, and he said in a deep voice, "If I remember it right, Mrs. Huo doesn't live by the seaside."

In other words—the things she minded were so broad.

These words happened to reach the ears of Huo Zhenyun as he walked into the ward with a vigorous stride. He looked at Gu Pianpian with great affection and said, "Pianpian, do you like living by the seaside? Grandfather will have the designer contact you immediately to start decorating the seaside villa. How many sets do you want to decorate?"

Gu Pianpian was momentarily surprised but quickly shook her head. "Grandfather, you've misunderstood, there's no need."

Huo Zhenyun, this non-blood-related old man, had treated her very well, and she didn't want to owe him more.

After throwing the stool onto the bed, Zhou Yan, with a serious expression, looked at Huo Zhenyun. "Grandfather, do you still need a grandson? Do you think I'm suitable?"

When Huo Zhenyun heard this, he patted Zhou Yan's shoulder, his loving gaze turning cold. "You brat! Hurry up and collect Mr. Huo's belongings and return to the Huo family."

After he said this, he turned to Huo Qing'ang. "I've talked to Dr. Jiang. He'll send someone to the Huo Residence every day to assist with your rehabilitation. The necessary auxiliary equipment is already on the returning flight."

His tone was authoritative, without room for negotiation.

Huo Qing'ang's gaze turned as cold as ice when he heard "Huo Residence." The curve of his lips, tinged with a hint of icy indifference, seemed like a blade of coldness.

Just as Gu Pianpian was about to speak up and try to dissuade Huo Zhenyun, he nodded and stopped her. "Alright."

This move left Gu Pianpian momentarily stunned.

However, it also conveyed an important piece of information—Huo Qing'ang had no affection for the Huo Residence, at the very least, there was no love.

Seeing that Huo Qing'ang didn't object, Huo Zhenyun turned his satisfied gaze back to Gu Pianpian. He said with a heavy tone, "During this time, you can also get to know the people at home and build relationships."

Building relationships with people she had no emotional connection with?

Gu Pianpian's position had not grown to that extent. But when she spoke, she had a meek appearance. "Alright, Grandfather."

...

Thirty minutes later.

A picturesque courtyard came into view, exuding an ancient and elegant charm. The plaque above the door was engraved with two powerful words—Huo Residence.

Huo Qing'ang's father, Huo Yan, and his stepmother, Li Yun, stood on the stone steps corridor beneath the plaque, their gazes fixed straight ahead.

When the black-extended Maybach came to a stop, Li Yun immediately went to greet them. After exchanging greetings with Huo Zhenyun, she looked at Huo Qing'ang with tearful eyes and said, "Qing'ang, you're back."

However, she treated Gu Pianpian, who was standing next to Huo Qing’ang, as if she were non-existent.

Huo Qing'ang sidestepped Li Yun's gentle pat on his shoulder and looked at her. At the same time, he said, "Dad, Aunt Li."

Huo Yan gave a faint "hmm" in response, and he didn't utter another word. His deep gaze was cold and distant, with a hint of disdain. It was evident that this kind of relationship between the two had persisted for a long time.

It was Li Yun, the stepmother, who had been following the wheelchair closely, who spoke. She smiled continuously at Huo Qing'ang and said, "Qing'ang, now that you're back home for rehabilitation, we can take care of you. You can stay peacefully at home until you're able to stand up again."

On the day he turned eighteen, Huo Qing'ang's first act was to move out of the Huo Residence. Since then, he had never come back once. In Huo Qing'ang's heart, it was no longer his home after his mother's death.

Initially, Li Yun was completely confident that Huo Qing'ang would refuse the proposal of staying. Even with Grandfather's pressure, he would at most stay for a week and then leave.

However, what followed was a surreal moment. Huo Qing'ang nodded and said, "Okay."

His response was succinct, devoid of any emotion, yet without the slightest hesitation.

Li Yun was stunned, and all the pre-prepared words of persuasion were choked back into her throat in embarrassment.

Just as she was hesitating about how to alleviate this awkward situation, a servant from the Huo Residence, Mrs. Li, approached. She looked at Li Yun with the utmost respect and asked, "Madam, is lunch ready? Shall we start serving?"

Li Yun's gaze, now filled with embarrassment, suddenly turned haughty. "Serve lunch."

Her tone was indifferent, but it was filled with the authority of a mistress. This was the only thing she could truly control in this household.

Turning to Huo Qing'ang, her tone became gentle once more. "Qing'ang, all the dishes for lunch today are your favorites. Please eat more later."

Huo Qing'ang, however, remained unresponsive to her warmth. His handsome face was as cold as ever, and his deep, bottomless black eyes were indifferent. Once again, he nodded and said, "Okay."

Li Yun opened her mouth, wanting to say more, but Huo Yan's impatient voice interrupted her. "Aren’t you tired of wasting your passion on some ungrateful cold-blooded brat? If he doesn't want to eat, then leave!"