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

Huo Xiaoning's face flushed with excitement. She clenched her fists and jumped twice on the spot: "Third brother will definitely be able to do it! Congratulations, third brother!"

"I..." Huo Jingxuan couldn't hold back any longer, tears welling in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Thank you, big brother, I will definitely not bring shame to the Huo family."

"Like a fool." Huo Yuanzhou turned his eyes away, unable to bear the sight, and lightly punched him on the shoulder. "Don't cry when you get to the military academy."

"Get lost, I won't do that!"

Huo Jingxuan was so excited that he jumped and ran two laps after he recovered.

This time, no one in the family complained about his noise, and the two sisters were immersed in the atmosphere of being happy for him.

Huo Yuanzhou collapsed back on the sofa as usual, looking at his figure with a smile on his face, but a hint of envy and confusion in his eyes.

Ruan Xingchen curled her lips into a smile and reached out to hold the hand of the man who was working seriously, seemingly unaffected at all.

Huo Yan paused slightly, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

On the other side, Huo Chenglin, who went to school early, failed to enter the school gate on time, but was stopped at the door by a woman dressed fashionably and elegantly.

Gripping the shoulder straps of his backpack tightly, Huo Chenglin's body stiffened as he looked at the person coming. After a while, he softly called out, "Mom."

Ye Tongtong looked at her own son with fear, contempt and arrogance in her eyes.

She stood two steps away and asked, "Cheng Lin, why didn't you go to see your mother during this period?"

She had long been accustomed to controlling her son, but at the same time she was wary of him because of his incredible intelligence and gloominess, fearing that he would go crazy at any time and kill her with his own hands.

In Ye Tongtong's view, the child she gave birth to was not a human being, but a born criminal.

Thinking of the child who first picked up a paintbrush at the age of seven and painted a shocking, twisted monster and scarlet on the canvas, Ye Tongtong felt disgust and fear from the bottom of her heart.

After that, she sent Huo Chenglin back to the Huo family.

But she was reluctant to give up the Huo family's wealth and still fantasized that her son could win more property for her so that she could live a rich and luxurious life.

Fortunately, Mr. Huo is a playboy and doesn't even look at the children at home.

Even though Huo Chenglin, who longed to be loved, was a little pervert, he could only crawl in front of her, like a dog begging for her maternal love, being controlled by her and extremely obedient.

Ye Tongtong was most used to giving him a little bit of motherly love to keep him company. Now, she showed a kind expression on her face: "Are you angry about the time I scolded you? Cheng Lin, I scolded you for your own good."

She clearly had an agenda, but she wasn't even willing to put her heart into her performance.

This little bit of kindness and tenderness is superficial and as fake as the worst actor.

Huo Chenglin studied her affected expression, his knuckles turning slightly white from exerting too much force. After a while, he finally opened his mouth and called out, "Mom."

Once, he longed for her motherly love and a moment of warmth.

Even though it was fake, he still immersed himself in it, deceiving himself that he was loved.

After feeling genuine care and love, this woman's artificial acting became so unbearable that he could hardly continue to deceive himself.

Ye Tongtong, however, was unaware of this and raised her chin arrogantly: "You forgive your mother, right?"

"I won't be angry with my mother." Huo Chenglin lowered his head, and his naturally curly hair fell down, covering his expression.

"Mom knew you were a good kid." After giving a perfunctory compliment, Ye Tongtong almost couldn't wait to throw out the bait: "Cheng Lin, Mom heard that you are going to have a parent-teacher meeting in a few days, right?"

"It's next Wednesday morning at nine in our classroom." Huo Chenglin trembled, his voice seemingly calm: "Is Mom coming?"

She's too lazy to attend any crappy parent-teacher meeting!

Disdain flashed in Ye Tongtong's eyes, and then she was proud of how easily she could control his emotions, so she frowned awkwardly: "Cheng Lin, Mom actually wanted to come. But Mom has encountered some troubles recently."

She paused, tearing off her gentle surface to reveal her greedy heart: "Sheng Lin, help me with something, and I'll come to the parent-teacher meeting for you, okay?"

Huo Chenglin lowered his head for a while before he asked softly, "Mom, do you know which class I'm in?"

"Why don't you just tell me?" Ye Tongtong said impatiently, "Don't you want to help your mother?"

"Mom doesn't know." Huo Chenglin seemed to be laughing, and murmured softly, then asked: "Then... does Mom know what grade I'm in?"

"Huo Chenglin!" Ye Tongtong completely lost her patience with his irrelevant answer, her eyebrows raised: "Are you disobedient?!"

She was too used to training her son like a dog, used to him kneeling humbly before her and abandoning his self-esteem for a little kindness from her.

Even the slightest evasion of the topic would make her furious. She would raise her long, beautifully manicured nails and lash out fiercely: "You've grown wings, haven't you?! You dare not listen to me, don't you?"

This time, the slap did not land on the boy's face as expected.

Huo Chenglin took a step back, dodged her hand, and raised his face.

His black pupils fixed on her and he chuckled softly, "If I don't obey, what will Mom do? Lock me in a dark little room like when I was a child, and leave me alone even if I cry until I can't make a sound?"

He was clearly smiling, but his eyes seemed to be crying in sorrow and pain, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"You!" Ye Tongtong obviously couldn't empathize with him. Not only did she not feel guilty, but she was furious: "Do you think that I can't do anything to you now that you've grown up? Huo Chenglin, I'm your mother!"

"I know you are my mother." Huo Chenglin smiled bitterly and lowered his head again.

His voice was flat, without any fluctuation, as if what she did had no effect on him.

However, a drop of transparent water fell on the road, shattered into several petals, and fell into the dust, leaving only a small wet trace.

"Someone's coming to hold a parent-teacher conference for me. No need to bother Mom. Even if Mom doesn't want to come, it's okay. I've... gotten used to it."

He paused, as if laughing: "After all, Mom never held a parent-teacher conference for me before, right?"

"Are you blaming me?" Ye Tongtong didn't think she was wrong and angrily pulled him away. "Huo Chenglin! Don't you know how busy I am? You're holding a grudge against me because of a lousy parent-teacher conference? I worked so hard to give birth to you, and you treat me like this? I really gave birth to a heartless, ungrateful person!"

She is busy? What is she busy with?

Huo Chenglin tilted his head, thinking about the little time mother and son had together.

Yes, she is really busy.