He looked down at Fu Yan, his eyes taking in her tear-rimmed gaze and the subtle sigh of relief she let out.When she arrived at the ward, the nurse drew some blood from Fu Yan and hung up an IV drip f...He paused his motion of pouring tea for his father, then set the teapot down steadily. He took a piece of paper and carefully wiped the spilled tea from the table surface.

From a very young age, Huo Mingzheng knew that his parents were the most open-minded among their uncles and aunts. Especially after he grew up, they never interfered with his decisions.

Even when he resolutely chose the military academy, Old Master Huo was furious. However, his parents were very supportive of him. They always believed that no matter what he did, he had his own reasons.

This is the first time, interfering with his decision.

He didn't say a word.

Ho Chih-ch'i also said solemnly, "Don't you want to inherit the Roemont family"

"I guess so." Huo Mingzheng tossed the used tissue into the trash can.

His words spoke of desire, yet the placid expression on his face gave no hint of it.

"Since you want to inherit, you should understand that you and Fu Yan are impossible," Cheng Weiqin reminded him.

Cheng Wei-jin is the current head of the Romont family, the second wife's child. She has two older siblings and a sister before her, and a younger brother after her.

Her siblings all excelled in their respective fields, and according to tradition, the inheritance rights would have passed to the eldest son's branch. However, five years ago, the old patriarch announced that he would give every descendant an equal opportunity to compete fairly. Whoever passed his examination would be granted the inheritance rights of the Romont family.

And Huo Mingzheng being Cheng Wei'jin's son, naturally got such an opportunity.

After years of consideration, the previous headmaster announced that Huo Mingzheng was his successor.

The Romont family's web of relationships is intricate, yet it controls the economic pulse of half of Europe. To be the head of such a powerful family, coveted by many and envied by even more, is a position of immense prestige.

Yet, it precisely accentuates what kind of power one would possess standing in this position.

Huo Mingzheng's craving for cigarettes kicked in, so he took a cigarette box out from the drawer and lit one. Huo Chengqi had caught a cold recently and still occasionally coughed, so he didn't light up; he just held it in his hand and twisted it.

Cheng Weijin sighed, "The Lamont family doesn't allow the head to marry a woman without a background. They will definitely make a fuss about this, and your position as head won't be so easy to hold. Have you thought about that"

Huo Mingzheng's lips curved into a self-deprecating arc, and his cold voice also carried a layer of imperceptible melancholy.

"It's not that you disagree now, it's that Yanyan doesn't want me anymore."

Chéng Wēijǐn was taken aback, and Hòu Chéngqǐ also followed suit.

Ho Chengqi glanced at Cheng Weiqin. Cheng Weiqin's expression management was in place, not showing any surprise, but her heart was extremely shocked.

She knew her own son best. The pride and arrogance in his bones, as if nothing in this world was beyond his reach, nothing he couldn't scheme about, having everything under control, manipulating situations with ease, nothing could escape his grasp.

She could now say that she had been abandoned, and there was even a hint of grievance in her voice.

Back then, when he was still young, not even seven years old, he made a mistake. She got angry and severely criticized him. Afterward, she realized she had gone too far and softened her heart to comfort him, but the little boy didn't show any reaction at all, let alone feeling wronged.

From a young age, she had never seen him act helpless.

What position did Fu Yan hold in his heart

Huo Mingzheng poured a cup of tea for Cheng Weijin as well, "This is my own business, you don't have to worry about it."

Cheng Weiqin stared at the cup of tea, her hand hovering above it for a long time without moving.

"Mom."

Until Huo Mingzheng called her name.

Chéng Wēijǐn took a deep breath, picked up her teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down her teacup, she pulled Huo Chengqi up.

Just as she was about to turn away, she asked, “Have you lost weight recently”

Huo Mingzheng lowered his eyes to pour tea, a layer of gloom clouding his gaze.at the tall and straight man standing behind Fu Yan. She widened her eyes and stammered, "Ho... Huo Zong..."It's only been a month since they last saw each other, but she felt that Mr. Huo had lost a...