World 1: The Gloomy Third-Generation Retired Soldier X The Pitiful Ex-Female Lead’s Coworker – Chapter 12

Fu Yu had Huo Hanting wrapped around her finger so easily?

Huo Hanting’s gaze darkened. “Throw him out.”

“Hm?” Fu Yu looked at him.

“Please escort him out,” Huo Hanting corrected, suppressing his hostility.

…Heavens.

This was more shocking than Mars crashing into Earth.

The fearless, ruthless Huo Hanting had actually said “please” to the man rumored to have feelings for his wife.

He cupped Fu Yu’s face gently, fingers teasing her flushed earlobe, but his voice was filled with grievance and jealous sweetness.

“You really had a crush on him?”

He leaned in close to her lips, his cologne mixing with the heat of his breath on her neck.
“Or… do you still have feelings for him?”

“That was just a joke. I’ve never liked him. You’re the first.”

Fu Yu hooked her finger under his chin and kissed him lightly. As she pulled away, her diamond ring caught on his cufflink.

Huo Hanting immediately turned his hand to grab her wrist, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

He was desperate to have all of her firsts.

…

He believed Fu Yu wouldn’t lie to him—but that didn’t mean he’d let Qin Lang, who’d been involved in any rumor with her, off the hook.

Of course, he would handle it quietly. He wouldn’t let Fu Yu’s eyes be tainted.

Huo Hanting pulled her into his arms. “I understand now. I was wrong to believe those rumors.”

“Mhm, that’s better.”

Fu Yu scratched Huo Hanting’s chin, like she was training a golden retriever.

Qin Lang stood awkwardly in place.

Was he… part of their role-play?

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Meanwhile, the elegant music drowned out the commotion at the entrance.

Chen Manzi had tried several times to get in—even attempted to force her way—but the security guards still carried her out.

“Sorry, miss, I’ve told you many times—you don’t have an invitation. You’re not allowed in.”

“Then go tell Huo Hanting that I, Chen Manzi, am here to see him!”

One of the guards tapped his temple and whispered to his colleague,
“Is this woman a little off in the head? Plenty of women want to meet Huo Hanting, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone so reckless and brainless.”

“You’re stopping me? If Huo Hanting hears about this, none of you will get away with it!”

Chen Manzi was trembling with rage. On instinct, she pulled out her phone to call Huo Hanting and complain—just like she did in her previous life.

Back then, if anyone showed even a hint of disrespect to Chen Manzi, Huo Hanting would instantly deal with them.

But this time, no matter how many times she dialed, the call wouldn’t go through.

“The number you dialed is currently on another call. Please try again later.”

After more than a dozen attempts, it was still the same message.

“Miss, have you been blocked?”

The security guard was right.

Ever since she drunkenly called him last time, Huo Hanting had added her number to his block list as spam.

“Miss, please stop causing a scene. If this continues, we’ll have to call the police and have you removed for disturbing public order. Let’s not embarrass each other further.”

Chen Manzi lowered her head, clenching her fists. She felt like everyone walking by was mocking her for overestimating herself.

“Fine! I’ll leave, okay?”

Even if Huo Hanting ignored her, she could still ask Gu Huai for help. She’d find a way to save the company.

Chen Manzi turned and walked away.

But the Chen family car had already left, with her purse still inside.

She instinctively wanted to hail a taxi but hesitated, afraid that the driver might recognize her as the embattled general manager of Chen Technologies.

So she lowered her head and quietly began walking home.

At the same time, Huo Hanting’s car pulled out of the hotel driveway—and passed her on the road.

Chen Manzi saw him immediately—and also saw the woman in his passenger seat.

His wife?

One thought flashed through her mind: That seat should have been mine.

“No… I’m already Gu Huai’s girlfriend. I won’t have anything to do with Huo Hanting ever again.”

She muttered to herself.

Inside the car, Huo Hanting held Fu Yu’s hand and was just about to speak when his phone rang.

It was his father calling.

“I’m the last one to hear about your marriage?”

Huo Hanting gripped the steering wheel. “Did you think I would tell you?”

“You should have at least let me meet her—to check if she’s good for you.”

“Your judgment’s never been great.”

“That’s how you talk to your father? Get over here. Now!”

Before Huo Hanting could reply, his father hung up.

“Just ignore him,” Huo Hanting muttered. “He never acted like a real father, and now he wants to play the part?”

Fu Yu noticed Huo Hanting’s “dark value” rising quickly on her system panel. She quickly grabbed his hand.

“Hanting, let’s go see him. Trust me—nothing will go wrong with me by your side.”

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When Huo Father saw Fu Yu, he had no other agenda. He simply placed a notarized prenuptial agreement in front of her.

“I won’t interfere with your marriage, but you can’t take a cent from the Huo family.”

“So in the end, it’s still about money?”

Huo Hanting sat on the sofa, playing with a lighter.

“Of course. Money’s all you have left. What, your new girlfriend left you too? Seems like even money couldn’t keep her around. Who would want to stay with an old man anyway?”

“Huo Hanting! You’ve grown completely out of control!”

His father raised his hand.

But Fu Yu stood up and blocked it. “You are not allowed to hit my husband!”

“I call you Uncle out of respect for my husband, but if you dare hurt him, I won’t let it go.”

“I’ll sign the prenup—but not because of you. I’m doing it for my husband, not because you asked me to.”

“There’s no need to sign.”

Huo Hanting stepped in front of her protectively.

He had never believed that someone could truly love him—not until Fu Yu.

That’s why he’d always acted like a hedgehog, using his spikes to keep everyone at a distance.

But Fu Yu… she was different. She was the only one who truly understood and loved him.

“All of my assets belong to Fu Yu. Don’t forget, the old man already removed you from the Huo family registry. You’re just a man with the last name ‘Huo’—nothing more.”

“Take what’s left of your trust fund and live out your life. Don’t try to control mine.”

“You and I share only a biological tie. Nothing else.”

Huo Hanting tore the prenuptial agreement in half.

The torn papers fluttered like snow, marking the end of years of resentment between father and son.

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Fu Yu knew that Huo Hanting’s complicated relationship with his father had always been his emotional wound—and the main source of his darkening thoughts.

Back in the car, Fu Yu held Huo Hanting’s hand. “You have me.”

Huo Hanting leaned against her, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not the one who owes the apology.”

Huo Hanting narrowed his eyes at the little woman in front of him.

“Fu Yu, I really can’t live without you in this life… Promise me you’ll never leave, okay?”

Fu Yu nodded.
“Mhm. I won’t leave you.”