Huo Tianpei stayed at Renxin Hospital in Yunling for two days for observation. Only after finding no issues did he return to the hotel.

Su Yan accompanied Huo Tianpei throughout his entire stay, taking care of him attentively and meticulously without rest for 24 hours.

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted Huo Zhenyang’s train of thoughts.

George came back from the hotel and walked over to the sofa: "Boss."

"How’s the old man doing today?" He concealed his inner thoughts and asked in a calm and steady voice.

George reported: "His blood pressure is normal, his complexion has improved a lot, and his body shouldn’t have any major issues."

After pausing for a moment, knowing the boss wanted to hear more, he added: "Su Yan is still by the old man’s side. It looks like the old man’s anger toward Mrs. Huo has dissipated. When I went to visit today, I saw them both talking and laughing."

His eyes shimmered subtly as he moved ever so slightly, but he did not speak.

George looked up and saw Jiayi coming downstairs: "Miss... Chu Jiayi."

After so long, he still sometimes accidently addressed Jiayi as the Young Mistress. It was simply a habit.

Knowing that Huo Zhenyang had sent George to the hotel to check on Huo Tianpei, Jiayi asked him upon his return, "Is the old man feeling better now?"

"Yes, much better," George replied.

Jiayi nodded.

Huo Zhenyang looked up thoughtfully towards Jiayi: "Would you like to come with me to visit the old man tomorrow?"

The lady’s foot injury had mostly healed, and she was able to go out.

Jiayi was startled.

In what capacity should she meet Huo Tianpei now?

As his former daughter-in-law?

Moreover, this former daughter-in-law had moved back into Disheng.

How will the old man and those around him view her then?

Will they think she’s too frivolous?

But she also knew that she wanted to go.

She wanted to see Su Yan.

Thinking it over, she nodded: "Okay."

Huo Zhenyang noticed the hesitation changing to determination on her face and understood her thoughts. He extended his hand to her: "Come here."

His tone always possessed an enigmatic power, calm and forceful, as if he were a sovereign issuing commands.

He indeed was a sovereign.

Because he had seized back the kingdom that belonged to him.

Under his gaze, Jiayi walked over.

Before she had settled, his palm and her fingers seamlessly intertwined, and with a swift pull, he had her sitting firmly on his lap.

George coughed lightly, pretending not to see as he left the increasingly warm space to the couple and stepped away.

He looked at her slightly panicked eyes and leaned in: "Don’t be nervous. No one dares to look down on you; just stick with me when the time comes."

Does it matter whether she’s the Young Mistress of the Huo Family now?

What’s important is that the woman accompanying him and attending events at his side is her.

*

The next day, the sky was clear, and the weather was pleasant.

George drove, and the two of them left early for the hotel.

Huo Tianpei was staying at the Shengjing Grand Hotel, the best in the city, where Huo Zhenyang had arranged for him the finest presidential suite on the top floor.

Several assistants greeted the young master as they arrived: "Is the young master here to see the old man?"

His gaze fell on Jiayi again, paused for a moment, not knowing how to address her.

They were all Huo Tianpei’s private aides who flew from America with him to Yunling. They all knew about the divorce, but didn’t expect Jiayi to come visit the old master with the young master today.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward until Huo Zhenyang’s deep voice was heard:

"How has dad been these past few days."

"His blood pressure has been stable, and the doctor visited this morning. He said everything was well managed, and as long as he doesn’t get angry or excited, he should be fine. However, in the past few days, some journalists from the media companies have been sneaking into the hotel, trying to interview the old master about the second young master’s matters, but we will keep a close watch and ensure reporters don’t disturb the old master."

This is a hotel, a public place, not a private residence, so the chances of reporters sneaking in are relatively high.

Huo Zhenyang didn’t speak, but raised his arm.

Jiayi understood, sliding her arm into the crook of his and walked in with him.

The aides hurriedly said, "Young master, please go in, the old master just woke up."

The long-stay suite was spacious, with an outer hall and inner rooms, furnished completely with imported furniture, very luxurious.

Just as they walked in a few steps, they heard light footsteps and a woman’s delicate and lofty voice:

"Who’s here so early."

Jiayi’s steps faltered upon seeing Su Yan.

To take care of Huo Tianpei’s medication, Su Yan had gotten up early. After washing up and applying a simple elegant makeup, she was wearing a seemingly plain yet undoubtedly expensive shirt, paired with loose silk wide-leg trousers and high heels. The pigeon egg diamond ring on her index finger glittered, and the custom necklace on her fair neck showcased a unique design not found anywhere else in the world.

Her entire outfit and accessories seemed understated, yet concealed astounding luxury.

It seemed that Su Yan was getting more and more adept at the role of wealthy tycoon’s wife.

The thought that this elegant and gracious lady before her could be the murderer of Xiaolei made Jiayi’s throat rise with nausea.

Xiaolei lying on the ground, her face torn apart, was still a clear memory to this day.

It was hard to believe that it would be Su Yan who did it.

Thinking this, Jiayi involuntarily shivered.

Huo Zhenyang could feel the slight tremble in the petite woman within his arm. He glanced at her, the power in his eyes calming her considerably in an instant.

When Su Yan saw Huo Zhenyang, she too was secretly startled.

Ever since Huo Zhenxuan was taken away by Interpol, she had been feeling anxious, wondering if she would be Huo Zhenyang’s next target.

A few days ago when Huo Zhenyang came to visit Huo Tianpei alone, she had been listening at the door outside their room.

Luckily, he didn’t tell on her to Huo Tianpei about Xiaolei’s death.

When Huo Tianpei asked why he resigned earlier, Huo Zhenyang simply brushed it off.

Su Yan then breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, why worry needlessly? Huo Zhenyang didn’t have any evidence that she killed Xiaolei.

He’s a smart man and wouldn’t pick a fight without certainty.

Making allegations to Huo Tianpei without evidence might lead to blame for speaking recklessly and possibly prevent him from further investigation.

After all, she’s the Huo Family’s newly married third wife; being reported as a murderer would not sit well with Huo Tianpei’s pride.

With Huo Zhenxuan just having an incident, Huo Tianpei would not allow another scandal in the Huo Family!

With these thoughts, Su Yan relaxed.

The only evidence that could incriminate her now was the surveillance footage of her entering Xiaolei’s apartment, which was in Huo Zhenxuan’s possession.

As long as she can deceive Huo Zhenxuan to reveal the surveillance evidence and wait for him to get locked up in a Mexican prison for decades, she would truly be safe, and no one in the world could accuse her then.

These days, with Huo Tianpei in a state of anger and poor health, Su Yan needed to coddle him and didn’t find it convenient to visit Huo Zhenxuan.

She had to wait either for Huo Tianpei’s anger to subside or sneakily find Huo Zhenxuan to find out where he kept the surveillance footage.

"Zhenyang, are you here to visit the old master?" Su Yan regained her confidence, behaving leisurely as if she was the owner of the place.