C2 She Was Driven away

"Jiang Xiaohan, didn't you say that you were unwell today and asked me to leave so you could not come to the banquet? Why are we here! " Huo Tince's face was ashen. His expression was as cold as ice. He pushed Jiang Xiao Ha away from his arms.

The unapproachable voice scared Gao Jie into taking a few steps back. From the looks of it, Huo Tenzhao was extremely disgusted with the beauty that he had taken a fancy to. He did not dare to offend the president of the Royal Group, Huo Tenzhao.

Jiang Xiaohan, on the other hand, stiffened upon hearing that icy voice. When had she ever asked for leave? What did he mean by that? Was he trying to chase her away?

In a split-second, reason returned to Jiang Xiaohan. He took a deep breath and greeted with a smile, "Yes, CEO. I feel very uncomfortable. I will go back first."

With that, under the curious gazes and whispers of the surrounding people, Jiang Xiaohan walked to the sofa he was sitting on, picked up his bag, and quickly walked out of the banquet hall.

As he walked out of the hotel, Jiang Xiaohan realized that it was raining cats and dogs outside. Bolts of lightning streaked across the night sky, and the rumbling of thunder could be heard. The sound of the rain was getting louder and louder.

Without hesitation, Jiang Xiaohan covered his head with his bag, rushed into the vast rain curtain, stepped on his high heels and dashed towards his home.

Jiang Xiaohan's vision blurred. Rain the size of beans fell on her face, and the pain was intense. However, the pain in her heart was thousands of times greater.

Huo Tince drove her away. Was he afraid that her existence would hinder his and Wen Ya's fun?

Huo Tince didn't love her, so it was normal for him to do this! Wasn't this expected? But why was her heart so painful?

At that moment, a familiar Rolls-Royce sped up and came to a stop beside her.

Before Jiang Xiaohan could react, the man pulled her to the front passenger seat with a huge effort.

"You, why …" Jiang Xiaohai was too busy looking at his sorry state to take a good look at the perfect yet cold side of the face in front of him.

Huo Tinzhi... Wasn't he at the party? Why would he suddenly appear at her side in a car?

"Take it and wipe it!" With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a towel, Huo Tince passed it to Jiang Xiaohan. Although his tone was still cold, Jiang Xiaohan felt his heart heat up. Was he concerned about her?

"Why did you come out?" Jiang Xiaohan took the towel and accidentally touched Huo Tince's slender fingers. His heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Actually, what she wanted to ask was, why did he suddenly leave the dinner party? Was he willing to leave Wen Ya alone?

Huo Ting glanced at Jiang Xiaohan expressionlessly, but he did not answer her question. Instead, he concentrated on driving.

The scenery outside the window was hazy under the heavy rain, but Jiang Xiaohan could still tell that Huo Tince was heading in the direction of their villa.

A wave of warmth rose in Jiang Xiaohan's heart. Was Huo Tince going home with her?

In such a small space, Jiang Xiaohan could smell the familiar faint scent of tobacco coming off Huo Tince's body. Listening to his breathing, he felt a little dazed.

After a long silence, Jiang Xiaohan could not help asking, "Erm... You came out just like that, isn't that a bit bad? "

"Hmm?" Huo Tince turned his face slightly to the side, his eyes swept across Jiang Xiaohan's face and concentrated on the area in front of him.

"Don't you need to accompany her?" Jiang Xiaohan felt a twinge of regret in his heart. Why would she mention Wenjia if nothing had happened?

"Jiang Xiaohan, are you jealous?" Huo Tenzhao asked indifferently. There seemed to be a trace of ridicule in his tone.

"No, no!" Jiang Xiaohan shook his head, feeling very nervous, afraid that his thoughts would be seen through by him, "I mean, you don't have to worry about me. You go accompany Wen Ya, I can go back myself, I don't care about what you're doing outside."

After hearing what Jiang Xiaohan said, Huo Tenzhao's face turned dark again. He pounded on the steering wheel with his right hand. "Jiang Xiaohan, why do you like your husband so much?"