The moment she heard her husband come back, He Yanzi immediately slipped out of bed barefoot in the CEO lounge.

She quietly opened the door a crack, wanting to give him a surprise.

Huo Junfeng sat in the ergonomic chair she had specially customized for him, his fingers interlaced.

In front of the desk, the secretary stood with her head slightly lowered, reporting on work.

He Yanzi had just returned from a three-month shoot with the production crew.

At this moment, she gazed greedily at Huo Junfeng’s face, unwilling to look away.

Suddenly, his long, sharp brows knitted together, as if he were enduring something difficult.

He Yanzi thought his stomach problem was acting up and panicked, about to rush out.

But then she saw one of Huo Junfeng’s hands reach downward. His waist tensed slightly, and a soft groan escaped his lips.

Only then did He Yanzi notice a dark head hidden beneath the heavy black desk, moving rhythmically between Huo Junfeng’s legs.

He Yanzi had been voted by netizens for three consecutive years as the most innocent and spirited rising actress in the entertainment industry.

No one knew that she had been secretly married for three years to Huo Junfeng—the mysterious, low-profile head of the century-old Huo family conglomerate, eighteen years her senior.

During those three years, Huo Junfeng had treated her like a beloved daughter, cherishing her as if she were a priceless treasure.

He Yanzi had never once regretted marrying him.

Until today.

She had woken up in the lounge inside Huo Junfeng’s office.

Hearing his voice, she smiled brightly, her eyes curved with happiness, slipped out of bed barefoot, and gently opened the door a crack, wanting to surprise him.

Huo Junfeng sat in the ergonomic chair she had customized for him, fingers interlaced.

In front of the desk, his chief secretary stood with her head lowered, reporting on work.

He Yanzi had followed the production crew to a remote mountainous area. The signal there was terrible, and she hadn’t seen Huo Junfeng for nearly three months.

Now, she looked at his face with longing, unable to tear her eyes away.

Suddenly, his long, sharp brows furrowed, as if he were enduring something unbearable.

She thought his stomach ailment had flared up and was so anxious she nearly rushed out.

But then she saw his hand move downward, his waist tightening slightly, and a soft moan slipping from his lips.

Only then did she notice a dark head hidden beneath the heavy black desk, moving between his legs.

In an instant, it was as if lightning struck her. Her face drained of all color as she stared fixedly at Huo Junfeng’s left hand—the long, slender fingers she loved most—clutching the back of that woman’s head, tightening.

She heard another low groan.

Married for three years, she had heard that sound countless times in bed. It was the sensual sound he made only when he was experiencing the height of pleasure.

That barely audible sound was like a sharp blade, piercing straight through He Yanzi’s heart and carving a gaping hole in it.

The searing pain in her chest told her a cruel truth.

The man who loved her more than life itself had cheated on her.

He Yanzi stared unblinking at the hand beneath his desk gripping the woman’s head, tears sliding down her face uncontrollably.

Her thoughts and soul detached from her body, overwhelmed by pain, and she seemed to see their past all over again.

Huo Junfeng was a close friend of her father’s, eighteen years older than her.

From a young age, He Yanzi had known that Uncle Huo treated her best. He would satisfy any request she made.

When she was kidnapped, he stayed awake through the night, tracked down the kidnappers’ location, and rushed into their den without regard for his own safety, the first to rescue her.

On her eighteenth birthday, when her father was abroad on business, he stood outside her school in a dark camel-colored coat, carrying the weariness of travel.

He took her on his private jet to the Arctic to see the aurora she had long dreamed of and to watch whales.

They were lucky enough to see a massive whale surface, its spray scattering into rainbow-colored light under the sun.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his deep voice murmuring his love.

Everything was so beautiful it felt like a dream.

And so, He Yanzi fell completely.

She knew her father would be furious if he found out about their relationship, so she took the initiative to suggest keeping it secret.

Huo Junfeng felt deeply sorry for her, believing she was being wronged, and cherished her even more than before, holding her in his palms like a priceless jewel.

When she jokingly said she wanted the stars, he bought an asteroid and named it after her, handing her the purchase contract himself.

Because Huo Junfeng was so good to her, the very day after he proposed, He Yanzi secretly took her documents from home and eagerly went with him to register their marriage.

When he returned to the mainland, she picked a fight with her father as an excuse and followed him from Hong Kong, becoming Mrs. Huo.

For three years, he had done everything perfectly, just as he had in the decade-plus they’d known each other, doting on her in every way.

If she wanted one thing, he gave her two. Even if he didn’t have it, he would obtain it without hesitation and place it before her.

In three years of marriage, He Yanzi had only one sweet worry—how to get her father to accept that she had married her Uncle Huo.

She never, in her wildest dreams, imagined that the man who claimed to love her more than life would cheat on her.

And in his serious workplace, no less.

How was that possible?

The secretary finished her report and left the office.

He Yanzi’s soul snapped back into her body.

She stared through the crack in the door as, the moment the office door closed, Huo Junfeng stopped restraining himself and pulled the woman from beneath the desk in one swift motion.

The woman had short, ear-length hair and wore a light gray business suit.

That face—He Yanzi knew it.

It was Han Jingyun, a formidable businesswoman who often matched Huo Junfeng blow for blow in the business world.

Huo Junfeng had once praised her in front of He Yanzi, saying she had graduated from a top business school and was decisive and capable, no less competent than any man.

Back then, He Yanzi had simply wrapped her arms around his neck and asked coquettishly, “What about me? ”

Huo Junfeng rested his chin on her head and said with a soft chuckle, “Yanyan is my treasure. No one in the world can compare to you.”

Those words still rang in her ears.

Separated by a single door, He Yanzi watched as Huo Junfeng roughly tore open Han Jingyun’s skirt, pinned her against the desk, and then bent down hard over her.

Both of them let out long, satisfied moans.

Han Jingyun suddenly asked, “How does your little wife compare to me? ”

Huo Junfeng thrust harder, replying casually with a teasing laugh, “Naive, childish, and spoiled. What does she have to compare with you, hmm? ”

Outside the door, passion raged.

Inside, He Yanzi felt as though she had fallen into the deepest abyss of despair.

She let her tears run freely down her face, unable to make a sound, with no one to call for help.

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