Huo Jinbei looked at the man, who was younger than Mr. Huo; he must be Mr. Huo’s younger brother, right?

No wonder that day they kept staring at her.

But how did they recognize her?

Could it be that she was accidentally seen at the Huo Mansion that day?

For a moment, Che Huan felt somewhat panicky—if that was indeed the case, could others have seen her as well?

Huo Bei, seeing Che Huan’s expression, was afraid he had misspoken, "The third young master is Mr. Huo’s younger brother. Mr. Huo is the second eldest in the family."

Mr. Huo is the second eldest, Huo Jinbei is the third; this implies there’s another one.

She didn’t know why, but suddenly she thought of the little guy, who also had the surname Huo and seemed to come from no less extraordinary a background!

All surnamed Huo, could they be from the same clan?

Now that she thought about it, the little guy did look a bit like Mr. Huo. Was it her imagination, or did they truly resemble each other?

Che Huan took a deep breath and looked out the window, "Does Mr. Huo have a son?"

Huo Bei looked at Che Huan, "Why does Miss Che ask this?"

Che Huan, afraid of a misunderstanding, quickly spoke up, "Just asking casually. He doesn’t look that young; he must have a family by now, right?"

Not that young?

The gentleman isn’t even thirty yet!

Huo Bei glanced at Che Huan but felt it wasn’t as simple as it seemed. He didn’t ask further and said nothing more, quietly driving on.

Could Miss Che know something?

Were his earlier words spoken in vain?

Che Huan looked out the window, her hands tightly clutching her dress.

Huo Bei, looking at Che Huan through the rearview mirror, said, "Miss Che, be careful, there’s a steep slope ahead, and the road is not easy."

From Huo Bei’s deliberate warning, what he called not easy was probably impassable!

Che Huan held onto the seat in front, trying to keep her balance. Seeing a cliff ahead, she couldn’t help but speak out, "Can we make it across?"

"Miss Che, don’t worry, if you’re scared, just close your eyes," Huo Bei said as he sat in the driver’s seat. Seeing the cliff ahead, he steadily accelerated.

When Che Huan closed her eyes, she felt the car leap and then a severe sensation of weightlessness, which inadvertently brought to mind Huo Bei’s words:

"Doesn’t it feel like being with Mr. Huo?"

At that moment, she undoubtedly had her answer—yes, too similar!

It was this feeling that she could fall at any moment.

Only when the car landed on the ground, jolting heavily a few times, did Che Huan come back to her senses, open her eyes, and see the road had become much smoother ahead.

Huo Bei slowed down the car a bit and looked back at Che Huan, "Miss Che, are you all right?"

Che Huan shook her head lightly, "I’m fine."

"The road ahead will be a lot better. But taking this detour will make the journey longer, so Miss Che might want to lean back and rest for a while," Huo Bei kindly suggested.

Che Huan nodded, not feeling the slightest bit sleepy. But thinking about Huo Bei’s earlier hint and fearing the awkwardness, she still reclined in the back seat and closed her eyes.

Huo Bei glanced at her and remained silent, silently driving.

By the time Huo Bei dropped Che Huan off at her place, it had been two hours later.

As soon as she entered, Che Huan quickly locked the door, went into the bathroom, and turned on the cold water, continuously splashing her face!

After a good while and after sorting out her chaotic thoughts, she picked up her phone and dialed Huo Jinnan’s number.

It was quickly connected, with only the clear sound of the man’s breathing on the other end.

Che Huan bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Mr. Huo, during the Dragon Boat Festival at the Huo Family’s, did someone see me?"

"So afraid of being seen?"

Huo Jinnan retorted with a question, his voice low and seductively deep.

"..."

Che Huan didn’t speak for a long time.

"What does it matter if they saw?"

Huo Jinnan lit a cigarette, his voice cool.