My husband disappeared after a flash marriage, but I am pregnant with his child

On the top floor of the Huo Building, Huo Yan stood alone in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, as if the entire Yuncheng was spread out at his feet.

The night sky was like a profound painting, dotted with stars, shining against the neon lights of the city. His back cast a long shadow on the window glass, appearing lonely and stern.

Huo Yan folded his hands behind his back, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the belt around his waist, making a slight "tapping" sound.

Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, the horrible scar had long disappeared, leaving only a cold and perfect face.

Suddenly, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps came from behind, breaking the silence of the night.

Assistant Yan strode in with a hint of nervousness and excitement on his face, as if he had just completed an important task.

"Boss Huo, the things you asked us to do have been done."

Assistant Yan's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to have been carefully polished. "The letter has been sent. Miss Qiao should not be suspicious anymore."

Huo Yan didn't look back, but just said "hmm" lightly, as if everything was under his control.

Thanks to Bo Zhili's threat two days ago, which gave him a little reminder, what happened tonight happened, including the power outage, which was also part of the plan.

Assistant Yan couldn't help but feel a little confused when he saw this.

"Boss Huo, there's something..." Assistant Yan hesitated for a moment, but decided to say it, "What if Miss Qiao finds out the truth someday..."

Before he could finish his words, Huo Yan interrupted him: "She won't find out."

Huo Yan's voice was as cold as the night wind outside the window, which made Assistant Yan shiver. He didn't dare to ask any more questions. He could only lower his head silently and leave the office.

The office returned to silence again, with only Huo Yan left.

He stood there quietly for a long time, as if thinking about something. Then he slowly turned around, walked to his desk, sat down, and began to process the documents at hand.

At the same time, there was a completely different scene in the Huo family's villa.

Qiao Qin was busy in the kitchen. She was wearing a pink apron and her long hair was casually tied behind her head, looking gentle and virtuous.

Her face was filled with a happy smile. The dining table was filled with sumptuous dishes, including shredded pork with celery, cola chicken wings, fried celery with shrimp, pork ribs and radish soup... Every dish was delicious and mouth-watering.

Qiao Qin stood at the table, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction, then picked up her phone and called Huo Yan.

"Huo Yan, where are you?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to expose your scars. How...how can you forgive me?"

Qiao Qin's voice was cautious and a little flattering.

Huo Yan's low and gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm fine. I'm busy with some things at the company. I'll be back soon."

The night is getting darker.

After Huo Yan finished the work at hand, he rushed back home as soon as possible. He didn't know since when his life was occupied by Qiao Qin and Xiao Siqian. He would start to miss them if he couldn't see them for a while.

The corners of Huo Yan's lips curled up slightly. Since he resolved the hatred, he finally felt the warmth of home, a place that could make all his fatigue disappear in an instant.

As for what Assistant Yan said...

Huo Yan's eyes were slightly cold, and his hands hanging at his sides were clenched continuously, with the joints turning slightly white from the force.

He would never allow such a day to come.

At this time, a black Maybach slowly stopped in front of the villa.

Huo Yan pushed open the door, but found that no one was home. He frowned, and then a familiar figure walked out of the kitchen.

In the blink of an eye, there were three dishes and a soup on the table, which seemed to be different from usual meals.

Huo Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Qiao Qin's pink apron, and he opened his thin lips slightly: "Why are you cooking suddenly? Just let Aunt Song do these things."

Qiao Qin shook her head and pulled him to the dining table to sit down.

"These are the apologies I prepared for my disrespect just now." She picked up a piece of cola chicken wing and put it in Huo Yan's bowl, "Try it and see if it tastes good."

Huo Yan picked up the chicken wing and took a bite. The chicken was tender and juicy, sweet and salty, and the taste was just right. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Mm, it's delicious."

Qiao Qin was delighted when she heard this, and an even brighter smile appeared on her face: "As long as you like it."

Huo Yan picked up the chopsticks. Although it was just an ordinary home-cooked meal, it was more delicious than the meals he had eaten in top hotels. The corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Well, not bad."

Qiao Qin was completely relieved, and said with a smile: "If you like it, eat more."

Aunt Song took little Siqian to bed, and there were only two of them left in the living room. The dim light fell on them, and the atmosphere was very harmonious and warm. They seemed to have forgotten the little episode just now.

Early the next morning.

"Whoa whoa-"

The sharp cry, like a needle, pierced the silence of the night, echoing throughout the entire floor, instantly waking up the sleeping people from their dreams. Qiao Qin was just awakened by the sudden sound, and before she was fully awake, she saw Aunt Song hurriedly holding little Siqian in her arms.

Aunt Song's face was full of anxiety and worry, and her voice revealed endless panic: "Madam, the young master seems to have a fever."

Qiao Qin's heart sank suddenly. She looked down and saw that little Siqian's cheeks were flushed red, his mouth was wide open, and he was crying miserably and painfully. It was obvious that he was in great discomfort.

She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm, and said in a deep voice: "Hurry, call Dr. Zhang to come over immediately, the sooner the better."

Aunt Song nodded repeatedly, her voice trembling a little: "Yes, Madam, I have already called, and Dr. Zhang is on the way. Madam, it's all my fault. I didn't take good care of the young master and made you worry."

After all, Huo Siqian slept with her last night, and this happened.

"Children are prone to illness, so don't blame yourself too much."

Qiao Qin shook her head gently and said softly, "Aunt Song, now is not the time to talk about this. We need to get Xiao Siqian back to health as soon as possible. Go to the kitchen and boil some hot water and prepare some towels. We will first cool him down physically."

Aunt Song nodded repeatedly, turned around and left in a hurry.

Qiao Qin sat by the bed, gently picked up little Siqian, and held him tightly in her arms, trying to bring him a little warmth and comfort with her body temperature.

Her heart was filled with worry and anxiety, but she knew that the most important thing now was to stay calm and rational so that she could provide the best care for Xiao Siqian. However, Xiao Siqian kept crying, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Good boy, it's okay, it will be fine soon."

Qiao Qin coaxed softly, and halfway through she suddenly thought of something, her nose felt a little sore, and she couldn't help but redden her eyes.

Huo Yan had also woken up. Seeing this, he hugged the mother and daughter in his arms, with a hint of doting in his helpless tone.

"Siqian is not feeling well, why are you crying too?"

"I don't know, I just felt like crying when I saw him crying."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Qiao Qin's eyes, and she raised her sleeve to wipe the tears from her face.

As they were talking, Doctor Zhang had already arrived at the villa and examined Huo Siqian first. After the diagnosis, he said, "It's okay, it's just a cold. Take some medicine and you'll be fine. Just keep warm."

Qiao Qin finally let go of her worries, all her strength suddenly went away, and she leaned softly in Huo Yan's arms.