Chapter 6: The Person in Charge of the Huo Family in the Beijing Circle

At dusk, the rays of the setting sun were spreading wantonly, but they were abruptly torn apart by a fierce bolt of lightning, forcefully creating a distinct dividing line. In an instant, the entire gray sky lit up as bright as day, and then the early summer rain came crashing down with great momentum.

The bluestone paths in the garden were quickly soaked by the rain, glistening with an oily sheen like countless tiny mirrors. Just then, a pink Bentley with both Beijing A and overseas license plates slowly drove into the park. The wheels rolled over the puddles, splashing strings of crystal-clear water droplets. The low rumble of the luxury car's engine blended with the patter of the rain, almost drowning out all other sounds around.

Inside the banquet hall, a farce was still in full swing. Old Master Chen, filled with bitterness and disappointment, kicked Chen Yuxuan and then wanted to continue teaching this disappointing grandson a lesson with his walking stick. Just at that moment, the ceremonial receptionist at the door, soaked through from the rain, rushed in hastily and shouted at the top of his voice, "Master, the Crown Prince is here!"

Old Master Chen was boiling with anger. Upon hearing this, he immediately rebuked sharply, "What Crown Prince? The Qing Dynasty has been gone for over a hundred years. Where on earth did you dig up this莫名其妙的 Crown Prince?!"

The receptionist was so scolded that he broke into a cold sweat and felt extremely wronged. He had just heard from the guests that there was an important guest outside who was called the Crown Prince of the Beijing circle. As for anything else, he really knew nothing at all.

Huo Jintang was slightly taken aback, then quickly supported the old master and explained, "Dad, the Crown Prince he mentioned should be my younger brother, the sixth one in my family." A flash of surprise crossed Old Master Chen's eyes. "Do you mean Huo Qingyuan? Why did he come all of a sudden?"

Huo Jintang shook her head gently, looking a bit dazed, and said in a low voice, "Maybe he passed by Hangzhou and heard about your birthday celebration, so he stopped by to offer his congratulations."

Su Yue was completely puzzled by this veiled conversation between the father-in-law and daughter-in-law. She secretly tugged at Chen Yuxin and whispered, "Yuxin, what are your grandpa and mom talking about? Where on earth did this Crown Prince come from?"

Chen Yuxin stood on tiptoe and whispered in her ear mysteriously, "Sister Su Yue, my mom's surname is Huo, from the Huo family in Jingzhou."

The Huo family in Jingzhou?!

In an instant, the content Su Yue had searched on Baidu Encyclopedia in the hotel and the widely circulated gossips in the comment section flashed through her mind. It was said that Old Mr. Huo had two daughters, and the eldest daughter was rarely mentioned because the man she married didn't meet Mr. Huo's expectations, so Mr. Huo had refused to have any contact with his daughter since then.

"Then the Crown Prince..." Su Yue's face was filled with astonishment.

"The Crown Prince is my little uncle and also the future person in charge of the Huo family, Huo Qingyuan. Although the title 'Crown Prince' is a bit exaggerated, the status of the Huo family in both the political and business circles of Jingzhou is as firm as a mountain and cannot be shaken by anyone."

Chen Yuxin was secretly sharing the information with her when she was suddenly glared at by Huo Jintang. Immediately, she shut her mouth obediently and became as meek as a frightened little rabbit. "It's rare for your little uncle to come here in person. All of you, tighten your belts and behave yourselves. Don't disgrace the Chen family." Huo Jintang admonished sternly.

She cast a glance at Lin Xiaoyan in Chen Yuxuan's arms and felt a sudden headache, overwhelmed with helplessness and annoyance.

Old Master Chen stood up shakily, leaning on his walking stick, and insisted on going out to greet the guest in person. He knew very well that the Huo family in the Beijing circle was a force that the Chen family could never afford to offend. Even though the Chen family had a daughter-in-law with the surname Huo, they didn't dare to show the slightest disrespect.

"Dad, let me help you."

Huo Jintang and her husband, one on each side, carefully supported the old master. Su Yue and Chen Yuxin also hurried to follow behind.

Outside the hall, the rain was falling thick and fast, weaving a hazy veil between heaven and earth. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of green grass, fresh and moist. Su Yue looked up and saw the familiar pink Bentley at the door at a glance. Instantly, her eyes widened in shock, and she stood there, rooted to the spot...

She had always been fond of the color pink, and most of the cars under her name were painted pink. When she was in Thailand, she even spent a large sum of money to customize a pink Bentley. She also designed a star-shaped ornament with her own hands and inlaid it beside the eye-catching "Star" diamond decoration at the rear of the car, giving it as a gift to the "cowboy" at that time.

"Damn it! Could this be the car I gave to the cowboy?" Su Yue stared intently at the star-shaped ornament at the rear of the car, and the rich expressions on her face froze instantly, as if she had been cast with a freezing spell.

She was filled with disbelief. How could that guy not cherish the car she gave him so much? How could he actually sell it to the Crown Prince of the Beijing circle? Wait... Was Huo Qingyuan the kind of person who would buy a second-hand car from someone else?

In just a few seconds, Su Yue's mind was in a turmoil, with all sorts of wild thoughts rushing in. She even came up with an extremely bold but rather immature assumption, but the next second, she forcefully suppressed it.

This was simply absurd! The Crown Prince of the Beijing circle, who controls top political connections with one hand and possesses a business empire as wealthy as a nation with the other, was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and enjoys all the glory and wealth in the world. How could such a天之骄子, in the midst of his busy schedule, go abroad and willingly be a "cowboy" kept by her? And even be completely submissive to her, a nobody, in bed and play role-playing games with her? This was absolutely impossible!

Su Yue couldn't help but shiver. She would rather believe that a gentle capybara in the zoo suddenly lost control and killed someone than believe that Huo Qingyuan had such an experience...

Just then, the assistant in the co-pilot seat got out of the car, quickly walked around to the rear, and opened the car door respectfully. From Su Yue's perspective, she could only see the side profile of that person.

"Qingyuan." Huo Jintang held an umbrella and greeted him with a beaming smile.

"Sister, I passed through Hangzhou and heard about Old Master Chen's birthday banquet, so I specially came to present my congratulations. I hope I'm not causing you any trouble?"

The man's voice was deep and mellow, exuding a natural dignity that made people involuntarily feel respectful. It was like the tolling of ancient chimes, with a lingering sound.

Huo Jintang was overjoyed, and there was even a hint of a sob in her voice. "No trouble at all, Qingyuan. We're more than happy to have you here. How is Dad... Is he in good health?"

"Sister, let's talk inside."

As soon as the words were spoken, a pair of long legs stepped out of the car. Huo Qingyuan was wearing a well-fitted high-end custom-made suit, standing as straight as a pine tree. The light and shadow interlaced on him, outlining his deep and three-dimensional side profile. His features were exquisitely perfect, and his temperament was cold and detached, as if there was a layer of alienating light around him, making him someone to be admired from afar but not easily approached.

Su Yue squinted her eyes and looked from a distance, a strange feeling welling up in her heart. This man's side profile was extremely similar to the "cowboy" in her memory. But upon closer inspection, their auras were completely different. Wherever Huo Qingyuan went, the guests around him all looked up at him with eyes full of admiration, submission, and even a hint of fear, as if he were a god descending from a myth, lofty and out of reach.