After the Secrets of the Passerby Were Leaked, He Was Cherished by the Entire Family of Antagonists-Chapter 116

The more he spoke, the redder his face grew, and he simply turned his head, choosing to remain silent.

Huo Jing gazed at him for a while but didn’t say anything more.

And so the matter passed—except it didn’t, not entirely.

That night, Feng Jialan had a dream.

Perhaps it was because he had never really given much thought to his personal life, or maybe because he hadn’t found a way to ease his pent-up stress. In his dream, he met someone who caught his eye at first glance. This person had a perfectly sculpted body, complete with abs and a defined waistline. That same day, they went on to share a passionate experience together.

How could he describe that dream?

When Feng woke up from it, he almost found himself wanting to go back to sleep.

But in the next second, Feng’s face darkened.

Wait.

Why did he remember the man’s face so clearly?

And why did that person…

Why did that person look so much like Huo Jing?!

Lying in bed the next morning, Feng Jialan was caught between shame and regret.

How could he dream about Huo Jing...?

Why did it have to be Huo Jing?

Feng tried his best to shake the dream from his mind, but it was no use.

After all, he would still have to work with Huo Jing during the day.

After a week of rest, Huo Jing had regained his composure and returned to the company.

During that week, Feng handled the minor tasks, and Huo Jing’s father oversaw the major issues, so there were no hiccups at work.

Huo Jing quickly threw himself back into his busy schedule.

Everything seemed normal, like nothing had changed.

But Huo Jing was perceptive enough to notice that something was off.

It wasn’t a work-related issue—it was something about Feng Jialan, his assistant.

Huo Jing couldn’t quite pinpoint what was wrong at first.

But if he had to guess, it was that Feng seemed to be avoiding him.

This was odd.

For one, Huo Jing considered himself to have a decent temperament.

Although he wasn’t the type to joke around with employees, he also wasn’t one to harshly criticize them for minor mistakes—especially not Feng, who was an outstanding worker. Aside from the incident with Feng Ziqi, he had never made any significant errors.

So why was Feng avoiding him?

Huo Jing thought about it for two weeks, and finally, he recalled the time Feng had accidentally walked in on him right after his shower.

Could it be because of that?

But he had already apologized to Feng afterward, and Feng had said it was fine...

Was he still holding onto that incident?

Huo Jing furrowed his brow slightly. Not one to dwell on things, he found himself feeling unexpectedly troubled.

Fortunately, despite Feng’s behavior, his work performance hadn’t faltered—he continued to handle his responsibilities flawlessly.

Huo Jing concluded that this was acceptable.

After all, Feng was just his assistant. As long as he did his job well, there wasn’t much reason for Huo Jing to be concerned.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

Time passed, and it seemed like everything had been swept under the rug.

Until one fateful evening—one that changed everything.

It was the night of Huo Jing’s promotion to Chairman of Huo Group.

He had inherited the company from his father, who had decided to retire due to health concerns. Though Huo Jing had managed the company without issue for the past six years, this official promotion brought about many social obligations.

A small celebration was held in his honor, and many business partners attended.

Despite having improved his drinking tolerance over the years, Huo Jing was still overwhelmed by the constant toasts and inevitably got drunk.

The last thing he remembered was that it was Feng Jialan who had helped him back to the hotel.

With Feng there, Huo Jing felt safe and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Just before he fully succumbed to slumber, he faintly felt a warm finger brush against his forehead.

Startled, Huo Jing instinctively wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids remained heavy.

The person who had touched him seemed to have been frightened and stepped back abruptly, even stumbling slightly.

After a moment, he heard a familiar voice mutter, “Scared me... I thought the CEO was really awake.”

Feng Jialan knelt by the bedside, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Huo Jing wanted to tell him that he was awake—he just couldn’t open his eyes.

But after waiting a while, and hearing no more from Feng, drowsiness overtook him once more.

Just before he fell asleep, though, he heard something else.

"I don’t know why… but I’ve fallen for the CEO…”

The voice was soft, tinged with happiness yet laced with sadness, so quiet that it was barely audible.

Huo Jing’s heart skipped a beat.

He wanted to open his eyes, and this time, he succeeded.

In the dimly lit hotel room, Feng sat with his back to the bed, wearing a simple shirt, knees pulled up to his chest.

From Huo Jing’s angle, he could only see part of Feng’s face, but it was enough to remind him of the first time they had met.

Back then, Huo Jing had just turned 17, fresh into university.

Feng Jialan was 20 and about to graduate.

They had been invited to give speeches at the same event.

Feng had walked past him on stage, wearing a plain white shirt, his back slender but straight. He had briefly glanced at Huo Jing, but by the time Huo looked back, Feng had already averted his gaze.

That half-turned face had left a lasting impression on Huo Jing.

Now, as he stared at Feng, those memories came flooding back.

He watched Feng for a while longer, not sure when he had dozed off again.

By the time he woke up the next day, it was to the sound of Feng’s panicked screams.

Feng sat on the bed, eyes wide in shock, staring at him.

Compared to Feng’s shock, Huo Jing remained calm. After shaking off his grogginess, he asked, “Do you have a headache? Did the alcohol wear off?”

Feng nodded numbly, still too stunned to process what had happened.

His mind raced: Oh no, what have I done? Why do I remember everything from last night so clearly?!

I’m finished! Completely done for!

Although his mind was in chaos, Feng tried to suppress his emotions, got out of bed, and hurriedly apologized to Huo Jing before dashing out of the room.

Huo Jing didn’t stop him. After all, last night had been embarrassing enough for both of them. Feng would need time to process it all.

But what Huo Jing hadn’t expected was the transfer request that arrived on his desk not long after.

As he stared at the request, Huo Jing fell into a long silence.

Feng stood before his desk, anxiety gnawing at him.

After a while, Huo finally spoke. “Are you sure about this?”

Feng Jialan had been by Huo’s side for seven years. He was more than capable of handling the responsibilities at the branch office. But the position of assistant to the Chairman was certainly better than a CEO role at the branch, wasn’t it?

Why did Feng want to transfer?

With a resolute nod, Feng replied, "Yes, I’ve thought it through."

Huo picked up his pen but hesitated for a long moment. Then he asked, “Is there a personal reason behind this?”

Feng’s heart tightened.

After a long pause, he forced a smile and said, “No, I just thought... I could use the experience.”

Before he could finish, he saw Huo sign his name at the bottom of the form.

Feng felt as if a hole had opened in his heart, leaving him cold and hollow.

The transfer process would take a month, and during that time, Feng would continue working by Huo’s side.

Several times, Huo tried to bring up the topic again, but every time, Feng found an excuse to leave before Huo could say anything.

Having never been in a romantic relationship, Huo Jing didn’t know how to handle the situation. And with work piling up at the company, he barely had time to think about it.

Especially after he received a phone call from home one evening.

Anxious, Huo returned to the house, only to be greeted by someone he hadn’t seen in

two years.

Ye Leyao stood there, smiling brightly at him.

Huo’s eyes instantly reddened.

The person his family had been waiting for had finally come home.

The four brothers, plus Qin Yao, spent the entire night chatting, just like they used to, as if Ye Leyao had never left.

After pulling an all-nighter, Huo Jing had no energy for work the next day. Wanting to spend more time with his brother, he sent a message to Feng Jialan, asking him to clear his schedule for the next three days.

Feng quickly replied, “Okay.”

And that was it.

Staring at the simple message, Huo Jing couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

When I return, we’ll need to talk, he thought. There are some serious misunderstandings between us.

For the next three days, Feng didn’t send Huo any more messages.

On the third night, Huo Jing returned to his home.

After dinner, he felt an urge to take a walk.

His house wasn’t far from Feng’s apartment, and before he knew it, Huo found himself standing outside Feng’s building.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Huo decided that now might be a good time to talk.

Just as he was about to tell the security guard, Feng’s voice called out from behind, "CEO Huo? What are you..."

Huo turned around. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit, just a casual outfit.

Feng’s eyes swept over him, taking in the sight before quickly glancing away. But then, almost immediately, his gaze darted back, as if he couldn’t help himself.

Huo Jing felt the tension lift from his chest.

Now he was certain—Feng still liked him. That meant everything was just a misunderstanding.

Huo Jing walked over to him. “Can we talk?”

Feng kept his head down but didn’t refuse, leading Huo upstairs.

“Would you like water or coffee?” Feng asked as soon as they entered his apartment, but before he could finish, Huo grabbed his arm.

Startled, Feng turned around, meeting Huo’s deep gaze.

“CEO Huo…”

After a long pause, Huo finally spoke, “Feng Jialan.”

He didn’t call him "Assistant Feng."

“You like me, don’t you?”

Feng’s pupils widened in shock, the blood draining from his face.

His expression was one of sheer panic.

Huo frowned. “What’s wrong? You look—”

Feng pulled his arm free and quickly stepped back, his face pale as he stammered, “CEO Huo, I… I know I shouldn’t have these feelings for you. I’ve been trying to suppress them, but I didn’t expect to get caught… I’m sorry. I’ll finish handing over my duties to someone else within the next two weeks, and I promise I won’t—”

Huo finally understood why Feng had been acting so strangely lately.

At that moment, Huo also realized that he had never once expressed his own feelings to Feng.

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“Wait,” Huo interrupted, “I’m not blaming you.”

Feng blinked, still pale. “What?”

His face remained drained of color, his lips white as if he’d been scared half to death.

Huo Jing pressed his lips together, recalling something Ye Leyao had once said: “When words don’t work, sometimes actions are better.”

So Huo took a deep breath and reached out, pulling Feng into his arms. Before Feng could react, Huo tilted his chin up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Feng’s mind went blank. His heart pounded, and his head spun as if filled with white noise.

Huo Jing murmured, “My mistake—I should have told you earlier. I like you too.”

“So, can you please not transfer?”

Feng stared at Huo in disbelief, unable to process what was happening.

It wasn’t until Huo kissed him again, gently but insistently, that Feng’s defenses began to crumble. Huo’s voice, soft and full of emotion, whispered against his lips, “Is that okay?”

“I don’t want you to transfer away.”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“I’m sorry. I like you.”

The tenderness in Huo’s voice and the repeated kisses finally broke through the walls Feng had spent two years building.

Tears blurred Feng’s vision as he nodded repeatedly. “Okay, I won’t leave.”

“I won’t leave...”

“Thank you, CEO Huo.”

“And... I really like you.”

【The End of Feng Jialan x Huo Jing】!