416: Huo Yunting’s Revenge II

Huo Yunting’s Revenge II

"Miss Lu is such a beauty. You don't really need much skincare and you already look so fair and gorgeous," complimented the stylist.1

"Oh—really? Thanks," nodded Lu Zhaoyang courteously as she watched the members doing the final touch ups to her outfit. "Done." She stood up and surveyed herself in the mirror. She was stunned no doubt. 

Her features were naturally attractive and with a bit of makeup, she would surely become the center of attention. She made a turn as the sky blue laces of her long dress swirled in grace. She raised her feet and beheld the classiness of her black-grey killer heels about eight centimeters tall— perfection that demonstrated her height and her curves. 

Her long hair was combed into a bun with blue petals sprinkled over it. 

She was pure. She was noble yet so bewitching, charming like her man.

Huo Yunting buttoned up the sleeves of his black suit and reached over her waist as his hand caressed her face, "You look beautiful," he softly whispered. 

His tone was gentle yet it sent chills down her spine. Goosebumps raided her skin as she looked into his eyes. Her eyelid twitching as if it was a big prophecy unheard of. "Let's go." The Rolls-Royce then promptly zoomed to the airport. 

On their private plane, both of them did not say a word. 

The idle silence was like a bottomless pit which Zhaoyang fell into. Her face looked drained as she bit her lip with her hands shaking. 

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After all the horrible things that had happened in the Huo Family's residence, finally some good news arrived. The anniversary between the loving man and woman worthy of a grand celebration, thought Huo Zhenning with an intention to wipe away the misfortune that veiled the family as well as to compensate for his darling. She lost her child after all, all thanks to that nuisance.

The husband and wife sure could not hide the joy on their faces. Huo Zhenning chuckled several times as he greeted the guests around the tables. Under the bright light, he employed a cameraman to capture everything. There was also a band of musicians playing lively Jazz and some classic Cantonese. 

Speaking of which, Huo Yunting and Lu Zhaoyang had not arrived. The old man was so happy that he already had clinked glasses with several guests. His wife was a little drunk too.

"Old Huo, what an occasion! Congratulations! God bless both you and your wife to love each other till the end of time!"

"Oh, thank you, my pal!" He patted the guest's back forcefully. 

"Cheers!" 

That was when the loud creak coming from the entrance froze the hall.

The guests stopped talking. The waiters stopped smiling. The music ceased as the drummers slowed down their beats and the violins screamed at once. 

Lu Zhaoyang found her steps heavier as the further she walked into the hall with Huo Yunting at the front.

I knew it—I knew something's gonna happen.

I still could not believe my eyes when Huo Yunting took that "thing" from the rear. 

Lu Zhaoyang nearly bit her tongue the moment she identified it in his grip.

And there Huo Yunting was, dragging his steps into the hall expressionlessly, with Qiu Ran's spirit tablet[1] in his hand.

Some guests started whispering by then, as one could see all sorts of expressions across the hall.

The old man and woman had their smiles frozen like the rest of the guests.

"What in the world do you think you're doing, Huo Yunting? Your mother is still alive! You just can't wait to see her dead, don't you?" Roared Huo Zhenning. 

I knew it would be a big mistake to let this nuisance home!

"Alive?" Huo Yunting snorted as he passed the old man a glare, "When was the last time you saw your former wife? Oh right, you have NEVER, EVER seen her since you two divorced. Of course you won't be aware if she's dead or alive." 

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