As Long as Mr. Huo's Skills Are Good Enough

Originally, the reason Li Yun suggested that Huo Qing'ang should stay at home was not only to show her hypocritical magnanimity and love but more importantly, to test whether Huo Qing'ang's legs were genuinely disabled.

The servants in the old estate had already been replaced by Li Yun, and now, she could keep tabs on everything about Huo Qing'ang, from when he sneezed to when he passed gas. In this way, if he was faking it, he couldn't help but expose himself in their daily interactions.

Huo Qing'ang was an extremely cautious person and never engaged in any risky behaviors. For this reason, if his legs were not truly disabled, he would have refused her suggestion. But Huo Qing'ang had agreed.

With this, Li Yun and Huo Qingqu's original plans would be in vain, especially after learning that Huo Qing'ang and Gu Pianpian had already frozen their sperm and eggs. They needed to come up with a new strategy.

If Gu Pianpian truly got pregnant with Huo Qing'ang's child, all their efforts would be in vain and turn into nothingness.

...

After lunch, Huo Qing'ang returned to the Qin Courtyard with Gu Pianpian.

This courtyard was located in the most remote corner of the old estate. A gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, which danced gracefully in the air before landing on their hair and shoulders, releasing a faint, refreshing fragrance.

The serene beauty of the surroundings was as understated as its owner's personality, in stark contrast to his demeanor.

Inside the room, after closing the door, Huo Qing'ang opened a drawer of his desk and took out a booklet, handing it to Gu Pianpian. "This is information related to the old estate. Take a look."

Gu Pianpian nodded and casually flipped through it.

—Introductions to the people of the old residence, their relationships, layout, and taboos...

Each page contained a combination of text and pictures, clear and concise.

Obviously, Huo Qing'ang had been prepared for this.

"We need to stay at the old estate for some time," Huo Qing'ang said, looking at Gu Pianpian thoughtfully. His voice was cold, and there was no expression on his well-defined face. "During this time, you must be with me 24/7, and you are not allowed to act on your own. Everything must be reported in advance."

Gu Pianpian put down the booklet and looked back at Huo Qing'ang with a hint of amusement in her eyes. A smile that reached the corners of her lips appeared, like a gentle hum. "So... Mr. Huo, how much extra are you willing to pay for this?"

Huo Qing'ang's face darkened, and the corners of his thin lips curled into a cold smile. "Pay?"

Gu Pianpian nodded and leaned closer to him. Her lips, slightly parted, emitted a captivating smile, like a whispering serenade, as if a fragrant orchid was blossoming. "The contract between Mr. Huo and me does not include the clause of losing my freedom."

With her warm breath landing on his neck, Huo Qing'ang's body tensed. His eyes, already deep, now appeared frighteningly dark.

Then, he activated his wheelchair, moving away from Gu Pianpian by at least a meter. "Let's speak properly."

Seeing his reddened skin, Gu Pianpian raised an eyebrow, a look of carefreeness on her face. "How much are you willing to pay for this extra service, Mr. Huo?"

A touch of disdain flickered in Huo Qing'ang's eyes. After a brief pause, he coldly squeezed out two words from his teeth, "Give me a number."

Gu Pianpian pondered for a while, then extended her slender, fair right hand. "Five!"

A trace of disdain flashed in Huo Qing'ang's eyes.

Gu Pianpian's reaction on the table just now was indeed impeccable.

Having made up his mind, Huo Qing'ang took out a blank check and placed it on the table. "Fine."

The money on the check would have to be withdrawn from a bank counter, and currently, Gu Pianpian wouldn't even be able to leave the old estate, let alone go to a bank. She naturally wouldn't agree to such an ethereal deal.

Seeing Huo Qing'ang preparing to fill in the amount, Gu Pianpian leaned over and blocked the check with her hand. She supported her chin with both hands, her gaze meeting his, and a smile that reached her eyebrows appeared. "Our little establishment doesn't extend credit. Mr. Huo, would you prefer payment by scanning a code or... your sausage?"