C2 Act as Mrs Huo

In an instant, Yiting's mood lifted significantly, and for the first time that evening, she flashed a genuine smile. "Huo Jun is so gentle," she remarked.

He really was gentle.

Mrs. Wang let out a sigh of relief, reaching out to hold Yiting's other hand. With a smile, she said, "That's good to hear. As for Lee Kaiwei, don't worry too much about him. We all know that in the three years you were married, he never even shared a room with you..."

"Ahem!"

Mrs. Liu suddenly cleared her throat, interrupting Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang, not being oblivious, glanced toward the door. Sure enough, a group of men in suits appeared there.

Yiting looked over as well, and curiously, the first person she noticed was Huo Jun, her current husband, standing at the edge.

His features were striking, with a gentle smile on his face. He stood tall and composed, like a sword yet to be drawn, with all its sharpness concealed.

Sensing Yiting's gaze, he looked up. The moment he saw her, his eyes softened as if they could melt, and a smile spread across his face.

Without hesitation, he walked over, his long strides bringing him to her side before she could fully process his warm smile. He nodded at Mrs. Wang and the others, then crouched down in front of her without concern for appearances.

"Yiting, I've missed you."

Mrs. Wang and the others were momentarily taken aback but then left with smiles. After all, Huo Jun and Yiting had only been married for a month, still in the honeymoon phase, deeply in love. They didn't want to be the third wheel.

Yiting blushed at his straightforward words. Even though she knew it wasn't true, her heart still raced at that moment.

Once Mrs. Wang and the others had left, Huo Jun sat beside Yiting, smiling as he took her hand in his.

Lu Yiting steadied her racing heart, looking down at their intertwined hands, and softly said, "Director Huo."

Huo Jun smiled, gently playing with her delicate hand, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at Yiting, even tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"Later, make sure you play the role of Mrs. Huo well... just like you once played Mrs. Lee."

Hearing this, Yiting froze, then looked directly into Huo Jun's eyes. In this moment, when it was just the two of them, his eyes still held that tender affection, easily giving the illusion that to him, she was the only one in the world who mattered.

Acting... he was the true master, while she, too emotional, was at a disadvantage. She dared not look at him too long. This man, at the top of the food chain in the city, had thoughts she, as a "wife" rented by a contract, could never fathom.

"Yes, Director Huo, don't worry. I know what to do."

Huo Jun nodded, gently caressing Yiting's face, his expression incredibly tender, as he leaned closer to her ear. "Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. Your ex-husband might come to confirm things with you later, so don't be too soft-hearted. Remember your brother..."

Yiting's face turned slightly pale. The man in front of her, his breath warm on her neck, made their closeness feel so real. Yet, every word he spoke was grounded in harsh reality.

"Yes, Director Huo..."

Huo Jun glanced toward the door, and when he saw who appeared there, his eyes flickered. He immediately wrapped his arm around Yiting's waist. Her body tensed, but she didn't resist; instead, she leaned gently into Huo Jun's embrace.

"From now on, just call me Jun."

Yiting's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she obediently called out, "Jun."

Huo Jun glanced with a hint of sarcasm at the man standing in the doorway, watching them. He continued, "Yiting, make sure you put on a good show tonight."

With that, he stood up, and Yiting followed suit, her head bowed, exuding a gentle and graceful demeanor.

Huo Jun turned to her once more, his gaze still soft. "Go on, Mrs. Huo," he said, gently kissing her forehead before heading off to mingle.

The event was a banquet hosted by the mayor of B City, attended by people of high status. Although the Huo family was already at the top, the ties between politics and business were inseparable.

Yiting stared blankly at Huo Jun's departing figure. He was always so formidable. When he had first approached her with a contract, promising to help her seek revenge, it was with that same air of invincibility that left her no choice but to sign her name.

Few in this world could match his strength.

Yiting touched her forehead, then quickly composed herself, her lips curving into a perfect smile as she scanned the room. Her eyes landed on a man leaning against the doorframe, his gaze deep and ocean-like.

He was a man whose mere presence exuded a chilling aura, standing tall and commanding, impossible to look at directly. It was a coldness that emanated from within.

Yet Yiting had seen this man at his most vulnerable—desperate, helpless, and fragile—shouting in the pouring rain because of a woman. That scene remained vividly etched in her memory, as if it were engraved in her mind from birth...

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