Song Yan hadn't expected Qingzhi to treat him with such contempt. He was so furious that his hand was trembling. "Lu Qingzhi!"
Huo Jiting chuckled.
Watching the drama unfold, the little princess of the Lus didn't seem as love-struck as the rumors on the outside had suggested.
She seemed more like a little schemer.
Qingzhi didn't even bother to glance at Song Yan. She pointed at Huo Jiting and looked at Qian Xiao. "He is my fiancé, the future son-in-law of the Lus. He'll stay in the bedroom next to mine and prepare all his daily necessities according to his preferences!"
Initially, she had planned for Huo Jiting to stay next to her, but Song Yan had presumptuously interrupted her earlier.
"Yes, Miss!" Qian Xiao stole a glance at Huo Jiting.
Ms. Lu's fiancé looked very much like the future son-in-law of the Lus, looking elegant and refined.
The disparate treatment had already pushed Song Yan to the brink of anger. "Lu Qingzhi, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to get my attention in this way? Well, your tactics have improved quite a bit!"
Huo Jiting suddenly stopped, his dark eyes scanning Song Yan before landing on Qian Xiao. His voice was calm and composed. "Mr. Qian, please quickly prepare the doghouse for him!"
Qian Xiao was dumbfounded.
Ms. Lu and her fiancé were quite skilled at hitting where it hurt.
Qingzhi had saved herself from another argument and looked much more satisfied with Huo Jiting's response.
...
Qingzhi walked around her ultra-luxurious master bedroom, with its plush wool carpet, stunning chandelier, and French windows. Her bedroom offered views of the artificial forest and waterfall, creating a picturesque nighttime scene.
The Lus had cherished and adored Qingzhi as the apple of their eye, but unfortunately, they had all passed away.
The novel briefly mentions that Qingzhi died of an illness without specifying the disease. However, Qingzhi couldn't help but feel that it was highly likely that she was driven to her death by Song Yan.
If she were the real Qingzhi in her original form, she would probably have been distraught after hearing Song Yan's words just now!
The story's supporting characters often have less agency, which was how it went.
No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't overcome the female lead!
At that moment, a knock on the door sounded. It was the assistant butler, Qian Xiao.
"Miss, per your instructions, I've already inquired at the Fellman Hotel. The guest in Room 1106 is named Huo Jiting, and he has been overdue for his room rent for three days. His luggage is currently in the lobby without anyone claiming it! It seems he came to visit relatives, but they don't recognize him!"
"Settle his room bill and retrieve his luggage," Qingzhi said with delight.
Qingzhi felt that she owed him an explanation since she had brought him here. She had initially planned to send him back home and have a talk with his parents.
There was no turning back once the word "fiancé" was out. She was committed to this fiancé story.
But in the current situation, bringing Huo Jiting back might be a good thing!
...
On the other side, Han Sheng was on a call with Huo Jiting.
"Mr. Huo, everything has been arranged according to your instructions. Your background, I must say, brought tears to my eyes when I heard it!" Han Sheng pretended to wipe away a tear.
But then, realizing Huo Jiting couldn't see him, he gave up on the act.
Indeed, Mr. Huo did have relatives in Adorini—the renowned Huos from Haicheng, a prestigious and long-established family on par with the Songs and Lus from Rongcheng.
The Huos were determined to bring Mr. Huo, their eldest grandson, back, but Mr. Huo's father wasn't a decent person. He had an affair and divorced Mr. Huo's mother in his early years. So, Mr. Huo had been living overseas with his mother and grandfather for many years.
The Huos might not even have a chance of bringing him back!
"Don't contact me for a while. I want to rely on my looks to live easy!" Huo Jiting's voice held a hint of playfulness.
Lu Qingzhi seemed quite enthusiastic about supporting him!
Han Sheng replied, "Okay ..."
He was undoubtedly Mr. Huo—straightforward!
