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

Busy with beauty and skin care, busy with shopping and having afternoon tea with girlfriends, busy comparing brand names, busy dealing with different men.

He was so busy that he couldn't spare any time to spend with his own son.

Huo Chenglin thought it was funny, but he couldn't bring himself to smile. It felt like an unsharpened knife was slowly cutting his heart.

The dull pain is so excruciating.

"I don't hold a grudge." He pursed his lips and said softly, "I know Mom is busy. I won't waste her time. I'm going to be late. I'm going to class now."

"Huo Chenglin!"

Ye Tongtong felt panicked.

The reason why she can live such a free and luxurious life now is all because her son's surname is Huo and he listens to her.

She was used to him, like her own dog, who would stick around no matter how she beat or scolded him, and would be grateful for a good look.

Things were out of control. She panicked, but she couldn't show any warmth. She could only vent her fear with even greater anger: "If you dare to leave today, don't recognize me as your mother anymore!"

Huo Chenglin suddenly stopped and looked back at her stiffly, pain welling up in his eyes: "Mom, do you have to force me like this?"

"If you hadn't been disobedient, how could Mom be like this?"

Seeing him stop, Ye Tongtong became proud again and said confidently: "Cheng Lin, how did you become like this now? You used to be very well-behaved. Is she your new sister-in-law? I knew that a vixen from the slums could not have any education. A bitch is a bitch, and she even led my son astray..."

She cursed and swore in a very dirty and ugly way.

His eyes were full of jealousy.

Why? Ruan Xingchen's background was even worse than hers, yet she could become the real Mrs. Huo, while she was just a lover kept outside for fun, and even if she had a child, she would not have a legitimate status?

"Mom." Huo Chenglin frowned. The dirty words that he was used to hearing seemed particularly unbearable at this moment.

He couldn't help but interrupt: "Stop talking, sister-in-law is not the kind of person you said!"

"What kind of person is she then? How long has she been married in, and she's already won you over? You don't even care about your mother, and you don't listen to her, right?" Ye Tongtong became even angrier and cursed, "You still say you're not a vixen. Did you marry into the Huo family because your eldest brother, that crippled man, couldn't satisfy her, and she even didn't spare an underage child like you?"

"Mom!" Huo Chenglin's face suddenly darkened, with a sharp coldness in his eyes: "If that's all you want to say, then there's no need to say anything more. I need to go to class."

His eyes were exactly the same as Huo Yan's, and when he looked at people coldly, he felt extremely oppressive.

Ye Tongtong, who had once gone to Huo's house to make trouble in order to get a bigger share of the money after his father's death but was severely punished instead, could not help but recall the scene of that day.

She still shudders at the methods used by the man in charge of the Huo family.

This is also the reason why, even though she covets the Huo family, she can only make profits through this son whom she fears and hates, while she herself keeps a low profile.

She didn't dare.

Ye Tongtong couldn't help but freeze in place, speechless for a moment.

Seeing that she had finally stopped cursing, Huo Chenglin's expression softened and he said, "What exactly do you want? Are you short of money? I haven't received my allowance for this month yet. I'll transfer some to you so you can save on it."

After Mr. Huo died, each of his children received a portion of the shares.

They do not have the right to participate in the management of the company, but can receive dividends.

Although Huo Yan was cold, he never deducted money from them. Although Huo Chenglin was young, he was indeed of high value.

"It's not about money." Ye Tongtong finally remembered the main thing, and with malice in her eyes, she said, "It's your new sister-in-law... Mom wants to know about her. You should pay more attention to her and investigate her."

Huo Chenglin's eyes turned cold, and he raised his head to look at his mother, whose face was full of greed, jealousy and malice, as if he was getting to know her again.

"Why are you looking at mom like that?" Ye Tongtong pulled her face uncomfortably: "I'm not asking you to do anything, it's just a matter of talking. You won't even be unwilling to help with this little bit, right?"

"Mom." Huo Chenglin lowered his eyes and suddenly said, "I'm not happy in this school. I want to transfer."

"Transferring to another school? Who was saying that in front of you?" Ye Tongtong suddenly jumped up and said angrily, "Are you thinking of going to one of those aristocratic schools? Who is instigating you? Is it your sister-in-law?!"

"No." Huo Chenglin pursed his lips and said, "No one, and I don't want to go to an aristocratic school. I just want a change of environment, I..."

"Why change? Do you know how much effort I put into getting you to study here?" Ye Tongtong refused without a second thought, not wanting to hear his reasons. "How could I possibly harm you? If I hadn't let you study here, would you have achieved such good grades now?"

"Besides, the school is so close to Mom. Don't you want to come to Mom anytime? No, I don't agree. You don't have to change."

Only by keeping him where she could see him and control him at any time could she feel at ease.

Huo Chenglin opened his mouth, but suddenly lost interest in continuing speaking.

"I understand, Mom." He lowered his hands, and the shrill school bell rang in his ears: "Class is starting, Mom, I'm leaving."

After saying that, he ignored Ye Tongtong's repeated attempts to keep him and strode into the school gate without looking back once.

Ye Tongtong stomped her feet in frustration and cursed a few times with a ferocious look on her face, which instead attracted the vigilant gaze of the security guard at the school gate.

She paused slightly, cursed again, and then turned away angrily.

In Class 1 of Grade 3, the classroom was silent. Every student sat in their seat with their backs straight, staring at their books with bated breath, afraid of making any noise.

The head teacher was a middle-aged woman wearing thick bottle-bottom glasses. Her bloated figure was squeezed into the suit, her hair was neatly combed, and the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth made her look even more stern and old-fashioned.

She stood at the doorway, her eyes gleaming, the ruler in her hand, and shouted at the figure who had just come up the stairs, "Huo Chenglin!"

Huo Chenglin stopped and said, "Teacher Yu."

"Look at what time it is! What time does class start?" the homeroom teacher angrily said, "You're already seniors, and I told you to arrive early, but you ignored me, didn't you?!"

Huo Chenglin lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"You don't need to attend this class today! Stand outside as punishment!" the head teacher scolded coldly, "Turn in a 3,000-word self-criticism by the end of school. Do you understand?"

"I heard it." Huo Chenglin paused, stood close to the classroom door, and put the backpack in his hand on the ground.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to stand there as punishment too?"

Following the head teacher's roar, all the eyes in the classroom, whether gloating or watching the show, were withdrawn.

After a long class ended and the head teacher left, the students rushed out like pigeons from a cage, and the teaching building became noisy again.

Huo Chenglin bent down to pick up the schoolbag that had fallen on the ground.

A pair of muddy sneakers stepped on it, accompanied by the gruff voice of a boy in his puberty period: "Hey, even good students can be late?"