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

She found it both incredible and amusing, and couldn't help but sneer and asked, "Do you think others are blind and deaf and can't see your dirty deeds?"

Her attitude was very cold, and her voice was even colder.

However, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

When she was young, she often wondered why her father was like this.

Other parents love their children deeply, but her father doesn't even care whether she is alive or dead.

She thought he was such a cold-blooded, selfish and indifferent person.

But the facts prove that he is not incapable of being a father, nor is he incapable of loving his children.

He simply didn't love her.

Ruan Xingchen felt a chill in her heart, and even the scorching summer sun could not bring her much warmth.

"Mr. Ruan."

At this moment, a warm palm covered her hand, and the tall man's figure loomed over him.

He exuded the slightly astringent, cool fragrance of pine wood, as aloof and cold as he was.

Huo Yan took the phone from her hand, his expression icy, his deep eyes seemed frozen in ice: "Since you have never interfered with my wife's life before, you don't have to interfere in the future."

He raised his big hand and tucked the loose hair hanging on her cheeks back.

His dark eyes fell on her face, and the ice turned into the deep sea. He said lightly: "I am a petty person and I protect my shortcomings. If others bully my wife even a little, I will respond tenfold. If Mr. Ruan continues to be so aggressive, don't blame me for being rude."

"Mr. Huo, please listen to me..."

Ruan Zeming was dumbfounded, obviously terrified, and opened his mouth to say something.

However, Huo Yan had already hung up the phone decisively.

He didn't care about the gazes of the crowd, nor did he care about the live broadcast on the phone. He stretched out his long arms and held Ruan Xingchen in his arms.

He patted her back a few times as if he were patting a child, and said softly, "Don't be sad, Madam. I will always be here for you."

Ruan Xingchen looked up at him.

He is really tall.

His chest was also broad enough to hold her completely in his arms without exposing any part of her.

Although she was tall and slender, and on the tall side among girls, she looked petite and delicate in his arms.

It seemed that as long as he was there, all the storms in the world bypassed her and poured down on him alone.

An unprecedented sense of security enveloped her completely.

The chill in her heart was dispelled by his scorching body temperature. She arched her brows and smiled lightly: "Okay, I'm not sad."

They crossed their fingers and smiled at each other.

The cool and handsome man and the bright and beautiful girl seemed like a match made in heaven.

The mobile phone that was broadcasting live happened to capture this scene, and some netizens subconsciously raised their hands to take screenshots to preserve this sweet and warm moment.

No one expected that this moment would be mentioned repeatedly in the future and become evidence of the fairy-tale love between the two.

Every time it appears on the Internet, it causes a wave of envy and jealousy.

Ruan Weisi's eyes became even redder, he clenched his palms tightly, and his face twisted for a moment.

It was clearly an engagement she didn't want, so why could Ruan Xingchen live so happily?

This glaring scene was like highly corrosive acid, almost burning her entire body into an inhuman monster.

"Mr. Huo, you may not understand the situation in my family. My sister has always misunderstood Dad."

Her eyes filled with tears and she opened her mouth, interrupting the tender affection between the two.

Biting her lower lip hesitantly, she said pitifully, "Dad doesn't not love me, he just doesn't know how to express it. He already regrets it, can't I give him another chance?"

"Oh?"

A cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Huo Yan glanced at her sharply and said coldly, "I thought Mr. Ruan was very expressive in dealing with Miss Ruan."

Ruan Zeming's favoritism towards Ruan Weisi is self-evident. He has never been stingy with resources in raising her over the years.

Compared to the way he treated Ruan Xingchen, it cannot be said to be the same, but it can only be said that the difference is as great as heaven and earth.

"Mr. Huo might have misunderstood Dad. Dad was young and impulsive at the time... He was angry with Auntie, so he treated Sister like that."

With a bit of embarrassment on her face, Ruan Weisi still looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated: "There are no parents in the world who are not wrong. Sister, are you going to keep holding a grudge against Dad? Dad has wanted to repair your father-daughter relationship for a long time, why are you so stubborn?"

"You have no right to speak on the matter between me and Ruan Zeming."

Ruan Xingchen gave her a cold look.

She admitted that she was still unwilling.

However, she would no longer foolishly fight for her father's love like she did in her previous life.

"Put away your hypocritical tears and stop pretending in front of me."

Lowering her eyes, she pinched her beautiful knuckles and said with a half-smile, "Yang Lu's live broadcast room is open. You don't want me to slap you in front of so many people, do you?"

Ruan Weisi's face turned pale and he almost screamed.

Is she crazy?

What good would it do to go crazy in front of so many people?

How could she possibly get anything good out of taking action in front of so many people?

Her image as a wealthy wife has collapsed and she has become a shrew in the eyes of others. Is she happy?