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Damon’s laughter echoed through the room.

“You seriously want to sleep with the Minister?” he said between fits of chuckles.

“Yes,” Renella insisted firmly. “What’s done is done. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t like me. He has to take responsibility for me.”

Damon gave Renella an amused thumbs up.

“You’re truly incredible,” he remarked.

“You doubt me?” Renella’s tone carried a hint of challenge.

“It’s not that I doubt you,” Damon chuckled, shaking his head. “I just think you’re absolutely amazing. You don’t even fear death.”

Renilla’s expression soured slightly.

“I’ve been with Brother Sicheng; he won’t harm me,” she retorted.

“Your Brother Sicheng is a germaphobe and avoids contact with women,” Damon reminded her. “You’ve known Sicheng for so many years. Have you ever seen him with a woman? When has any woman touched him?”

“Until now, no woman has been able to get close to him. Not even a touch on his hand, let alone his clothes. He’s either gay or he’s already committed to someone. You’re not even on his radar. Give up,” Renella explained.

“Be cautious with the driver,” Damon advised earnestly. “Otherwise, neither Dad nor I can protect you. If you genuinely like him, pursue him fairly, but don’t resort to manipulation.”

Renella acknowledged her brother’s sincerity with a pout.

Damon offered comfort. “The weather is pleasant today. Let me accompany you.” He glanced toward the officer, who was still resting. “Maybe he’ll be in a better mood when he wakes up.”

Renella nodded, appreciating the gesture.

Time crept forward, and as night descended, Huo Sicheng’s mind remained restless. He sought refuge in his study, diving into work to distract himself.

Meanwhile, Gu Qingcheng stood outside the seaside villa, tracing the path Chu Yu had outlined for her.

Yi Shui’s phone rang when he spotted Gu Qingcheng, and he answered promptly.

“Don’t hinder Madam,” Chu Yu’s voice advised. “Let her search for President

Huo. Only Madam can bring him happiness. Trust me, without his wife,

President Huo won’t find emotional stability.” Yi Shui studied Gu Qingcheng intently. “I understand.”

He ended the call, stepping away from the door.

However, Gu Qingcheng’s head throbbed, her dizziness overwhelming. The flight had left her with a pounding headache, and she’d turned to wine instead of medicine.

The intention was to numb the pain, but she found herself slightly tipsy.

Regardless, she had arrived at Huo Sicheng’s location. Gazing at the picturesque resort, she muttered her frustration.

“Damn it! I’m here, filled with concern and worry for you, while you’re vacationing so comfortably.”

A sense of injustice and discomfort swelled within her.

Having traveled so far to find Huo Sicheng, she discovered him at ease, and it irked her.

With a light stagger, she entered the villa.

Huo Sicheng, hearing the door open, assumed it was Damon. “Be prepared,” he warned in his usual cold tone.

Yet, Damon remained silent, and the scent of alcohol reached his nose.

Frowning, he questioned, “Damon, is that…”

Before he could finish speaking, a strand of long, black hair fell onto his shoulder, accompanied by a strong aroma of alcohol.

He turned around.

In the next instant, a forceful kiss landed on his lips…

Huo Sicheng’s gaze narrowed as he met Gu Qingcheng’s captivating face and her watery eyes.

The kiss held both tenderness and dominance.

His cultivated calm shattered, work mode forgotten.

Some liken love to fine wine, only improving with time.

But for Huo Sicheng, the affection between them resembled fire—intense, fervent, and consuming. He’d rather endure the pain of the flames than let go.

Gu Qingcheng was like fire, blazing for all, including herself and him.

He felt her kiss, sensing her anxiety and nervousness.

And in that moment, the formidable walls around his heart collapsed.

He was powerless against her.

She was his cataclysm.

And he was willing to make her his own.

He tenderly cupped her head with one hand and wrapped his arm around her waist with the other.

He responded to her kiss, surrendering to the intensity.

His lips felt slightly cool, the kiss both commanding and gentle, soothing her heart.

And it was beautiful.

To have found him, and to still have him.

Gu Qingcheng, who had reached Huo Sicheng’s side barely coherent, felt lightheaded from his kiss.

“Sicheng, I’m ready,” Damon’s voice interrupted. “Are you ready? Can I leave now?”

Her mind spinning from Huo Sicheng’s passionate kiss, her face carried a seductive allure.

Huo Sicheng’s being blazed, powerless to resist her.

Damon’s voice stirred him. He extended his arms, drawing Gu Qingcheng into an embrace, causing her to straddle him.

Hidden from view, he spoke lowly, “Leave!”

“Ah…” Damon, by the door, hesitated. He stared at the chair that obscured his view.

“Sicheng, is there a woman in your arms?”