Wen Manxin was trembling.
She held back her tears with all her might, and walked in as she always had.
Ho Shao-ting put away his diary.
His slender fingers gently stroked the drawer, and when he looked up, his eyes were tender: “Has Hoxi fallen asleep?”
Wen Man put down the fruit plate and proactively sat in his arms, pulling his palm to her belly: "She's asleep, this little one is waiting for you."
Ho Shaoting's palm gently caressed, feeling the unborn child.
It's too small, it hasn't moved yet.
Otherwise, he could at least feel the beating of his own flesh and blood.
He leaned close to her, his nose touching hers, flesh rubbing against flesh in an unspoken intimacy. He was intentionally teasing her, his words bold: "Is it the child who misses me, or is it you who wants to sleep with me?"
Wen Man hooked her arms around his neck.
She was only wearing a thin silk nightgown, completely defenseless. In the past, he would have certainly indulged in her beauty, but she was pregnant now, and he had other things on his mind.
Ho Shao-ting only kissed her, lingering shallow kisses.
His large hand kept stirring the flames.
At last, he leaned his forehead against hers, breathing softly: "Wen Man, if only this moment could stop! We've finally made it to the end."
Wen Man's eyes were moist, and she gently pointed her finger at his lips: "Shaoting, we haven't even gotten married! How can this be the end?"
Ho Shao-ting's eyes gazed deeply.
He stared at her, then spoke in a hushed voice after what felt like an eternity: "We'll get married tomorrow! Just you and me, Wen Man. Is that okay?"
Wen Man said, in a hoarse voice, “Okay!”
……
The next morning.
Ho Shao-ting didn't go for a run. He made a phone call to Zhang, his secretary, asking her to prepare the files.
Zhang's secretary arrived in the afternoon, and the maid led her to the study on the second floor.
Zhang's secretary felt a mix of emotions, but still managed to force a professional smile: "Mr. Huo! I have all the files prepared!"
Ho Shaoting nodded and took the file.
That thick stack of documents was the share transfer agreement for West Asia Group.
Ho Shao-ting transferred all of his 65% shares to his wife Wen Man. It would take effect immediately upon signing and notarization by a lawyer.
Ho Shao-ting had read it once.
He handed it to Wen Man and spoke softly, "The Ho family might be inherited by our children in the future, but Xīa is what I leave for you! I'll have professional managers involved in the operations, and Zhang, the secretary... Wen Man, you can do it!"
He may not be able to stay with her until the end....
Providing her with a life of security is a husband's duty!
Furthermore, Wen Man possesses these.
In the future, when faced with his amnesia, she would no longer be self-deprecating and retreat. If he made her sad, she could make him leave home penniless.
Wen Man trembled her lips: "We're not getting married? Huo Shaoting, I don't want anything, all I want is you!"
But, he's settling some affairs!
Ho Shaoting patted her head and smiled gently: "So, this is the betrothal gift!"
He is afraid that he will bully her in the future.
So he was aware when it happened.
Give her everything! <<<
Although they were getting married, it was so tragic that Wen Man couldn't help but cry!
Zhang the secretary gently withdrew.
When she reached the door, she couldn't help but tear up, feeling sad for her boss and Wen Man.
In the study.
Wen Man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, she hesitated a little.
Ho Shaoting knew what she was thinking. He walked over and hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, his voice soft: "Don't cry, hmm?"
Wen Man couldn't help it, she was still sad.
Ho Shao-ting gently wiped away her tears with his warm fingers, soothingly babbling, “Silly girl! You're now the president of the West Asia Group. From now on, no matter where I go, I can see you! Wen Man, tell me, can I still escape your grasp?”
Wen Man turned in his arms and buried herself in his embrace.
His shirt was soaked with tears...

I feel terrible.
But he didn't care, because these tender moments, they were a day less the next!
In the end, Wen Man still signed the document.
She replaced Huo Shaoting and became the new president of the Middle East Group, a company with a market value of over 200 billion yuan.
Their wedding, with no other guests.
A very small chapel, with an altar holding a Bible and a pair of wedding rings.
Ho Shao-ting wore a suit.
A white shirt, a black velvet dress,
This is Wen Man's favorite look!
Wen Man was less than two months pregnant, her belly hadn't budged yet. She chose a simple wedding dress, with a very narrow waist. Her tea-colored hair fell to her waist, looking beautiful and romantic.
They exchanged rings, placing them on each other's fingers.
With their fingers intertwined, Huo Shaoting gazed into Wen Man's eyes and whispered, "I promise, I will never abandon our marriage, nor betray you!"
Wen Man's eyes were warm and moist.
She looked up, gazing at her new husband, and softly said, "I promise too, to our love, never to depart. No matter how far apart we may be, we will always be together!"
He Shao-ting lowered his head and kissed her…
This was their wedding night, he took her back to that same apartment where they first met...
The master bedroom was filled with roses.
He Shao-ting held Wen Man, gently placing her on the soft bed.
It was on this very bed that they consummated their relationship for the first time.
On this bed, they had countless passionate encounters. If tomorrow was the end of the world, Huo Shaoting would most want to bring Wen Man back to where it all began…
cling to her desperately.
She's pregnant, and he's always worried.
He murmured softly in her ear, "Wen Man, I want to see you happy. Can I?"
Wen Man's body trembled slightly.
She closed her eyes gently, tears tracing paths down her cheeks, but she still carefully pushed aside the kimono wrapped around her.
For him, to open himself completely...
……
As night fell, they returned to the villa.
Wen Man was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, but Huo Xi woke up...
She was a sensitive child by nature, and she could naturally sense the atmosphere in the house these days. She felt nervous and wisely didn't bother her parents.
The little girl couldn't fall asleep with her eyes open.
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The lights are warm yellow.
Little Ho Xi lay on her father's legs, closing her eyes to listen to him read a story. In fact, she could recite all of them by heart, but she just loved listening to her father read to her...
Ho Shao-ting read aloud, his fingers gently stroking her curly hair.
He suddenly spoke, "Ho Xi, Dad might have to go on a business trip?"
Ho Xi slowly opened his eyes...
Ho Shaoting's finger lingered, his voice growing increasingly low and hoarse: "I might have to go very far away, be gone for a long time, Ho Xi... will you help Mom take care of your younger brother, okay?"
Xiaohuo remained still.
After a long while, she softly asked, "Daddy, is it cold over there?"
Ho Shao-ting smiled faintly: "It's a bit cold."
Xiao Huo's voice was a little nasal, "Then Dad should bring more clothes so he won't be cold. When Xiao Huo is on vacation and goes to see Dad, Xiao Huo's little body will be warm, hugging Dad... Dad won't be cold."
Ho Shao-ting's throat tightened.
He leaned down and kissed the little girl. He loved her so much!
She is so smart and cute.
He was so reluctant to let her go. He couldn't help but kiss her, calling her name: "Hoxi... Hoxi..."
Little Huo Xi was teary-eyed.
She snuggled into Huo Shaoting's arms and whispered, "Daddy, how long will you be gone?"
Huo Shaoting hugged her, silent for a long time, before whispering: "Dad doesn't know! Maybe three, or five years...or perhaps it will be until Huo Xi grows up!"
Xiao Huo Xi didn't cry.
She hugged her father, drawing warmth from him...

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