"On the Day of Reunion, The Heir to the Wealthy Family Became My Brother" - Chapter 7

Huo Jinyan’s kiss was forceful and domineering.

Ignoring her resistance and giving her no time to breathe, Ning Xin’er unknowingly fell into a soft embrace.

The touch of the silk quilt suddenly woke Ning Xin’er up.

With a quick slap, Ning Xin’er struck Huo Jinyan hard.

The force was heavy and fierce, leaving a red mark on his handsome face.

The man was kissing her passionately, completely unprepared.

The slap was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing Huo Jinyan’s enthusiasm.

He looked up, staring at the girl with a complex expression.

This was the second time Ning Xin’er had hit him; they had only reunited for two days, and she had hit him twice.

She used to disdain hitting people with her hands.

She told him: “Hitting people with your hands hurts; it hurts others, and it hurts your own hand.”

Huo Jinyan looked down at Ning Xin’er’s small hand.

Did it hurt?

Ning Xin’er avoided his hand, not letting him touch her.

The atmosphere was tense for a long time, and no one spoke.

When Ning Xin’er’s anger had almost dissipated, Huo Jinyan finally spoke, his tone difficult to bear: “Then what was our relationship the night before?”

Ning Xin’er was slightly stunned.

The night before?

Yes, the night before, Huo Jinyan had been with her all night.

**The bed, the bathroom, and the sofa all had their traces. What was their relationship?

A one-night stand.

“After sleeping with me, you don’t want to take responsibility?” Huo Jinyan asked.

“You’re a grown man; I’m the one who suffered.” Ning Xin’er was speechless.

She had been inexplicably used as an antidote.

Ning Xin’er looked into Huo Jinyan’s eyes, carefully observing, and asked seriously, “Then… why were you in designer Mo Lin’s room that night?”

Ning Xin’er had thought for a long time and was sure she hadn’t gone to the wrong room.

Because that suite had a wedding dress, and the room number was the same as the one Mo Lin had sent.

It wasn’t her mistake; it was his!

“I bought it, so it’s my room.”

Huo Jinyan had coincidentally overheard designer Mo Lin on the phone, suspecting that the person coming for the wedding dress was the Ning Xin’er he knew, the name he hadn’t heard in three years.

The moment he learned she was nearby, his suppressed heart strings snapped.

Three years had passed, and as long as someone mentioned those three words, he could immediately catch it.

At first, Mr. Mo Lin was unwilling to give up the room.

He even tried to ‘bribe’ Mo Lin with money, but Mo Lin still refused.

In the end, he bought the entire ‘Baogeya’ hotel in one go, and now all the ‘Baogeya’ hotels nationwide belonged to the Huo family.

He had become the hotel owner; what room couldn’t belong to him!

“You mistakenly entered my room.”

Huo Jinyan emphasized again.

Ning Xin’er rolled her eyes, not wanting to argue with him.

She could easily imagine the power of the prince of Yun City.

Undoubtedly, it was the power of money!

“You were drugged, and I saved you. We’re the life savior and the saved.” Ning Xin’er spoke calmly, but her tone was firm.

To Ning Xin’er, it seemed like a simple statement.

But to Huo Jinyan, it was not simple.

“Brother Jinyan, just consider it as owing me a favor.”

After saying this, Ning Xin’er prepared to push him away and get up.

Huo Jinyan grabbed her shoulder, wanting to continue speaking.

At that moment, Ning Xin’er’s phone rang. It was a call from her mother, Wen Nuan.

Was her mother still awake?

The house had good soundproofing, so Ning Xin’er didn’t think their noise upstairs disturbed her mother downstairs.

Ning Xin’er wasn’t guilty at all, and she quickly answered the phone.

“Mother, what’s up?”

“Xin’er, I heated some milk in the kitchen. Bring up two cups, one for you and one for Xiaoyan.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Their family not only had a habit of going to bed at eleven o’clock but also drank a cup of milk before sleep to help with sleep.

“You heard her, let go. I’m going to get the milk.” After hanging up the phone, Ning Xin’er looked at Huo Jinyan’s iron grip around her, signaling him to release her.

“You haven’t answered my question yet.” Huo Jinyan pressed her for an answer.

As Ning Xin’er considered whether to give him another slap to wake him up, Huo Jinyan’s phone rang.

Huo Jinyan didn’t plan to answer it.

But the phone kept ringing non-stop. He glanced at the caller ID, looking startled.

He immediately got up, grabbed the phone, and hurried to the balcony to take the call without even looking at Ning Xin’er.

With her newfound freedom, Ning Xin’er sat up, rubbed her sore arm, and went downstairs to get the milk.

In the first-floor kitchen, Ning Xin’er’s eyes darkened.

If she wasn’t mistaken, the caller was Li Qingqing, his fiancée!

Ning Xin’er carried two cups of milk upstairs, heading first to Huo Jinyan’s room. She placed his milk on the table and was about to tell him when she noticed his gentle smile.

He was chatting happily with the person on the other end of the call.

The warmth on his face was something she hadn’t seen in days.

That smile was genuine, from the depths of his heart.

Ning Xin’er sneered and turned to leave the room.

On the balcony, Huo Jinyan had just looked up and saw her leaving figure.

He only glanced briefly before returning his attention to the call.

Whatever was being said, Huo Jinyan’s smile grew even bigger.