Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

Madam Fan wiped her tears and whispered, "Leave Wanqing to Cheng Min. I'll be relieved even if I leave in the future."

"What nonsense is Auntie talking about?"

Cheng Min pursed his lips and said hurriedly, "You want to live a long life and see Wanqing and I get married and have children. What's more, Wanqing is just too shocked and can't accept it for the time being. She will be fine soon."

Hearing him say this, Mr. Fan and Mrs. Fan were naturally more satisfied.

Mrs. Fan couldn't help but smile with relief and waved, "You... well, come here quickly and don't take care of Wanqing anymore."

"No rush, I'll stay with Wanqing for a while longer."

Cheng Min shook his head and smiled gently while hugging Fan Wanqing: "Aunt, don't feel embarrassed... Whether Wanqing likes me after she recovers or not, I am willing to do this now."

"What's more, my uncle has helped me a lot in business. I can't thank him enough, so I should do what I can."

Knowing that he said this purely to reassure them, Mrs. Fan couldn't help but snort in anger and said with a smile: "You child, you are really..."

"What do two families say when one family speaks?"

Mr. Fan's usually serious expression couldn't help but soften, and he said softly, "I only recognize you as my son-in-law, and no one can change that!"

They were in harmony and for a moment, it seemed as if they were a happy and harmonious family of three.

Fan Wanqing was held in Cheng Min's arms, her numb muscles twitched, and she couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile.

She could clearly smell the faint scent of women's perfume coming from Cheng Min.

It has a subtle sweetness, and the aftertaste is a luxurious and alluring fragrance, which is both pure and lusty.

It was a completely different style from the perfume she liked, and would definitely not come from her.

Going to meet friends?

What friend?

How close do you have to be to a friend who wears perfume with this scent so that the scent can permeate your body?

Fan Wanqing felt as if she was torn into two people.

Her heart was clamoring for her to stand up, to immediately tear apart Cheng Min's gentle and affectionate mask in front of her parents, and slap him hard in the face so that he could never say such hypocritical words again.

But her body was so tired and exhausted that she didn't even have the mood to move.

She was filled with complex emotions, like a small boat in a storm, drifting with the current, with nowhere to vent amidst the lightning and thunder.

Something seemed to overwhelm her rationality, turning her eyes red. Amidst the noise in her brain, Fan Wanqing reached out and touched a slightly cool and hard object. She grabbed it suddenly, raised her hand and smashed it hard!

"Ah! Wanqing, what are you doing?!"

"Cheng Min, are you okay?"

Along with the roars and screams of Mr. Fan and Mrs. Fan, Fan Wanqing vaguely saw that Cheng Min's face changed drastically and he stood up with his hands covering his forehead.

Thick red blood flowed down his forehead.

Fan Wanqing's pupils shrank, and she realized belatedly what she had done.

She grabbed the ashtray on the small table by the window and smashed it on Cheng Min's forehead, breaking his head.

"Ha, hahahaha..."

Fan Wanqing felt extremely happy and laughed wildly in the midst of the chaos.

Ignoring the gazes of Mr. Fan and Mrs. Fan, she smashed the blood-stained ashtray in her hand, and threw all the magazines, bouquets, and ornaments she picked up at random at Cheng Min.

"Wanqing, that's enough! What are you doing?"

President Fan was heartbroken and angry, and took advantage of the situation to shout, "Have you had enough of this?!"

"Wanqing, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Fan was in tears. Her face was pale as she covered Cheng Min's wound and cried, "Cheng Min is so good to you, what else are you not satisfied with? What on earth are you trying to do..."

Fan Wanqing kept smiling.

While laughing, she overturned the dishes on the table and smashed things in the private room, causing chaos.

With hatred and anger in his eyes, he threw the thing at Cheng Min.

"Fan Wanqing! That's enough!"

"Snapped!"

As President Fan roared in anger, he took a step forward, grabbed Fan Wanqing's hand, and slapped her hard.

The room suddenly fell silent. Mrs. Fan covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.

Mr. Fan's eyes were also a little red. Looking at his thin and haggard daughter, his hand that had hit her was shaking.

This middle-aged man, who was always full of vigor, seemed to have aged ten years. He looked at her sadly: "What the hell are you doing? What do you want?! What are you making a fuss about?"

Fan Wanqing's lips trembled.

She couldn't open her mouth, nor did she have the desire to speak. She lowered her eyes lifelessly, not uttering a word.

Mr. Fan's eyes became even more disappointed.

"I, I'm fine."

Cheng Min covered his forehead with a tissue and stood up with some blood on his face.

He seemed still a little dizzy, stumbling a step, then took a step forward and whispered, "Mr. Fan, please don't be angry. Wanqing is just in a bad mood right now, so she can't control her temper. I must have angered her in some way, so please don't lose your temper with her."

He is so good-tempered that he has no temper at all.