So, breaking the elevator means they can kiss to their heart’s content, doesn’t it?

Qin Xin’s question hadn’t been answered yet when the elevator doors opened, and the guests in the hotel lobby gasped at the floor-to-ceiling windows: "It’s snowing!"

"It’s really snowing!"

Just a moment ago, it was a clear starry sky, but now goose feather-sized snowflakes were gently falling.

Dark clouds hadn’t taken over the whole sky, so you could still faintly see the twinkling Milky Way, shining against the snowflakes.

It was a rare spectacle in life.

All the guests were busy taking pictures.

Nalan Ye Jue tightly held Qin Xin’s hand, held a large umbrella for her, and walked out of the hotel.

The starry sky, the snowflakes, his woman, and a passionate kiss, all were there tonight.

If their relationship wasn’t meant to be, what else could it be?

At this very moment.

In the hotel lobby café, Jun Ruyi, holding a limited edition luxury bag, had just sent Qin Wenrou away, drank a glass of rum with coffee, and got up to go home.

She then saw Nalan Ye Jue and Qin Xin holding hands tightly as they walked out of the elevator.

Qin Xin’s flushed face and unnaturally red lips almost revealed what had happened in the elevator a moment ago.

Jun Ruyi took a deep breath, almost too unsteady to stand.

Having just learned from Qin Wenrou about their engagement, seeing them glued together like conjoined twins was too glaring.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

She needed to go to her father now to help break off this engagement.

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At the same time.

Xiao Bailu, carrying a file bag, hurriedly came out of the Imperial Mansion, ready to rush home to cook rice balls for her daughter, Little Pearl.

As she reached the hotel lobby, she stopped in her tracks.

A man in a black wool coat strode toward her.

The man’s face was as sharp as if carved by a blade, and a faint scar over his right eyebrow, long since healed, did not mar his handsome features. Instead, it added a fierce aura that made people dare not look directly at him.

Xiao Bailu’s hand trembled slightly, holding the file bag.

Her eyes reddened.

Her lips parted slightly.

Just as the name on her lips was about to break free.

Suddenly, a woman hurried up behind the man, carrying a Hermès Birkin bag, and holding a two or three-year-old boy’s hand.

The little boy seemed ill-tempered and shook off the woman’s hand: "I can walk by myself."

The woman sighed: "The country is chaotic. Mommy worries you’ll wander off and be targeted by bad people."

The little boy pouted: "Shouldn’t you be worried about the bad people? I’m worse than them."

The man scolded lightly: "No manners. Don’t talk back to your mommy."

The woman quickly defended the child: "Tingzun, it’s fine. He’s still young. Don’t reprimand him.

What a comforting scene of a stern father, a gentle mother, and a harmonious family!

Xiao Bailu stood frozen on the spot, swallowing the name back down her throat.

Huo Tingzun.

She would recognize him even if he turned to ashes.

He was alive and had returned.

Moreover, he had returned with a new wife and child, on Valentine’s Day during the Lantern Festival at the Imperial!

She waited for Huo Tingzun to come over, to see how he would explain this absurd scene when he saw her.

He had gotten her pregnant back then, disappeared for three whole years without a trace.

And now had the nerve to return with another woman? And even had another child?

She wanted to see how he would face her.

Xiao Bailu stared intently at Huo Tingzun.

However, as the man walked past her, he didn’t even cast her a glance. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Just like that, he brushed past her.

As if she was a total stranger.