Zhong Haicheng paused on the other end of the phone, answering a question with another, "Madam, where are you right now?" She wouldn't have really gone...really！ “As expected!” “I'm in New York, just got off the plane, and it's so cold!” Nian Yaxuan couldn't help but shiver. It's still autumn in China, but it's already below zero degrees here. Zhong Haicheng opened his mouth speechlessly. Nian Yaxuan had really gone to New York. “Madam, please go have a cup of coffee first. I'll have someone come to pick you up.” As long as Nian Yaxuan and Huo Lingchen are not divorced, Nian Yaxuan is the madam of the Huo family. She should enjoy all the treatments that a madam of the Huo family deserves, not a single one can be missed. She originally wanted to refuse, but seeing the snowflakes falling from the sky outside, Nian Yaxuan still turned around and went to the coffee shop. Intensive Care Unit The woman stared blankly at the emaciated old man in the ward, who was lying quietly on the hospital bed with various instruments and tubes inserted into his body. “What happened to the old master?” she asked softly next to the driver who had picked her up from the airport. The driver replied truthfully, “To answer the madam's question, the old master has not been in good health for the past few years. After suffering a serious illness three years ago, he has been in a coma until now.” ...What a pity. Nian Yaxuan looked at the motionless old man with pity. Alas, at an age when one should have descendants surrounding them and enjoying their twilight years, he was painfully lying in the intensive care unit. Coming out of the hospital, Nian Yaxuan raised her right hand to catchflake after flake of snow, and her hand almost froze before she retracted it. She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Huo Lingchen, “Why didn't you tell me about the old master's condition in advance!”

“Causing her to make an extra trip. However, thinking that the old master is now her grandfather as well, Nian Yaxuan helplessly asked the driver beside her, 'Who usually takes care of the old master?' 'There are professional caregivers, and President Huo and his parents also come over frequently.' After asking a few more symbolic questions, Nian Yaxuan finally left the hospital. The place for rest was pre-arranged by Zhong Haicheng; it was one of Huo Lingchen's properties in New York. It was only after entering the room that she realized Zhong Haicheng had arranged for her to stay in the villa room where Huo Lingchen usually stays the most when he comes to New York. Zhong Haicheng was really thoughtful, but unfortunately, she and Huo Lingchen were fated to be apart... Having sat on a plane for over ten hours and not having had time to rest before going to the hospital, Nian Yaxuan was now so tired that she didn't want to move at all. But the thought that this was Huo Lingchen's room, Huo Lingchen's bed, she resisted the fatigue and took a shower before collapsing into sleep. ZL Corporation Huo Lingchen put the documents he had finished reading aside, glanced at the text message on his phone, and replied with a few words, 'You didn't ask.' Yesterday, when he received the text message from his so-called wife asking him to let go of Mu Guoguo, Huo Lingchen was speechless. She was the one who proposed the divorce, so why did the text message sound like she was the one asking him for a divorce? And she even dared to set conditions for him? Then he put away his phone and raised his head to ask Zhong Haicheng indifferently, 'What's her situation in New York right now?' Her? New York? Oh! Zhong Haicheng was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood who he was asking about, 'The madam came back from the hospital after seeing the old master and went directly to the villa on Zhongshan Street. She is currently resting there.' 'Um, when will she return to the country?'

“I didn't ask about that, it seems the madam hasn't booked her ticket yet.” “Postpone all schedules for tomorrow, and book me a flight to New York.” To visit grandfather, and by the way, have a face-to-face talk with her about the divorce. “Yes, President Huo!” Nian Yaxuan had finally come to New York, intending to have a good time, but then she saw a WeChat message from Mu Guoguo saying that her aunt had been in a car accident. She had already called her uncle to inquire about her aunt's condition, fortunately, it was not serious. But she was worried, so she directly packed her luggage and went to the airport. Thus, just as she had boarded the plane to return to the country, Huo Lingchen arrived in New York, and the two inadvertently missed the opportunity to meet and discuss their divorce in the name of husband and wife. Huo Lingchen returned from New York six days later, and before he could rest, he had to rush to the Kyoto private club to meet an important client. As night slowly fell, the low-key Bentley sped along the wide asphalt road. It was rush hour now, and there was a bit of traffic jam at the intersection.

Opening the car window, Huo Lingchen took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep breath to alleviate his fatigue. The car was stuck at the entrance of an alley, where a group of people were gathered. Seven men had cornered a woman against a wall. As he recognized the woman's appearance, Huo Lingchen exhaled a puff of smoke, masking a hint of strangeness in his eyes. Without much entanglement, as one man raised his hand, the woman lifted her leg and kicked away the man ready to strike. Zhong Haicheng was annoyed by the traffic jam, worried that the master behind him would lose his temper, and his gaze began to wander restlessly. Until a cry of surprise sounded, "President Huo, that, that's not... Mrs. Nian Yaxuan, is it?" Good heavens, the lady, a woman, fighting with 1234... seven men? Huo Lingchen stubbed out the cigarette butt, exhaling the last puff of smoke, "Shut up!" He wasn't blind, of course he saw that the one fighting was that brat. Zhong Haicheng pushed open the car door, ready to get out, when a cold voice came from the back seat, "If you get out, don't come back in!" "... " One sentence forcefully stopped Zhong Haicheng's steps. "But..." Huo Lingchen ignored him. A woman who could take on eight or nine well-trained security guards, if she were to lose to seven hooligans, then he would have misjudged the person. Lighting a second cigarette, Huo Lingchen subtly curled the corners of his lips, "You walk slowly, I'll go first."

"The club is not far from here. If you drive, you might have to go around, but walking is the shortest distance between two points. In the alley, Nian Yaxuan, who had just chased away a group of hooligans, was bending over, hands on her knees, panting slightly. She had only come here to use the restroom, yet she encountered such a group of hooligans. This area is under the jurisdiction of a high-end club in Kyoto, and the security is quite good, which is why Lin Wanying chose to sing on the streets nearby. Therefore, these hooligans who suddenly appeared must have been instigated by someone. Unfortunately... she didn't catch a single one before they all ran away. Just then, steady and powerful footsteps sounded behind her. Nian Yaxuan, who had just finished fighting, immediately became alert. As she felt the person behind her getting very close, she quickly extended her hands to attack. However, it didn't have the expected effect. She had just turned around and hadn't even touched the other person when he flashed behind her. ...Having studied martial arts for nearly ten years, Nian Yaxuan could tell with one move that the person behind her was a trained fighter. A cruise ship security guard, or perhaps one of the hooligans from before, this person could probably take them all down with just one hand using three-tenths of their strength, whereas she needed both hands and seven or eight-tenths of her strength..."