The air suddenly became quiet, and Ding Yuqiu was stunned. Even the colleagues who were responsible for monitoring the equipment at the side were so stunned by the strange atmosphere that they did not dare to breathe.

What was going on? Yesterday, when she was interviewing Jiang Luyun, Reporter Ding and Jiang Luyun were so close, and the two of them were husband and wife. Why did Mr. Huo Qiming seem to be interested in Reporter Ding as well?

As expected, could an outstanding woman always attract an outstanding man?

No, it didn't seem like they were attracted to each other. It seemed like Mr. Huo had known Reporter Ding for a long time, and the two of them still had a story to tell. Reporter Ding was crying! God, even if it wasn't for real!

The two colleagues looked into each other's eyes and exchanged countless mental activities within a few seconds. In the end, they ended up when Ding Yuqiu let out a sneer.

Ding Yuqiu curled her lips coldly, with aggressiveness in her words already.

"Did Mr. Huo say that to every beautiful woman? As far as I know, Mr. Huo had been involved in a lot of gossip in the past."

"From the beginning to the end, I had only one wife and never married anyone else. There was only one person I loved that never changed. The scandals you mentioned were all childish measures that I took to make the person I loved jealous when I was young and ignorant. That was the most unforgivable mistake I've ever made in my life ..."

Huo Qiming obviously wanted to continue, but Ding Yuqiu didn't want to hear it. The seven years of suffering, the seven years of suffering, had nothing to remember.

It was obvious that the scar had healed, so don't ruthlessly open it. Clearly, she almost forgot about the pain, so don't cut the wound open and let it bleed again!

"Since it's the past, don't recall it. People make mistakes sometimes, so what experience does Mr. Huo have on his way to success that he can share with young entrepreneurs?"

This was the first time that Ding Yuqiu had changed the topic so harshly since she was the chief report of the weekly.

The two colleagues at the side desperately gestured at Ding Yuqiu. The love history of such a tycoon like Huo Qiming was a rare piece of good material. Even if it was a serious weekly magazine, it would be interesting to find a little love history to do a single unit.

Huo Qiming smiled and turned to look at Ding Yuqiu's colleague. "It seems that Reporter Ding doesn't want to hear my past story, nor does she want to hear how I feel about the past. I wonder if you two want to hear it? If I'm gonna say this, can you two make the decision to keep this passage?"

The colleague nodded frantically. "Yes. Sure. We can."

Ding Yuqiu's face darkened. Did her words not matter any more?

Huo Qiming raised his eyebrows at Ding Yuqiu with a victorious smile, ignoring Ding Yuqiu's objections and continuing his words.

"Ten years ago, I got married to a woman, but this marriage was not voluntary. That woman was forced into my life by my grandmother. I was very disgusted with the person who forced herself into my life, and at that time, I showed a strong dislike. However, when I saw the timid girl hiding behind my grandmother, I fell in love with her. But back then, I was too young and I didn't know what love was. I only focused on venting my willfulness and neglected how to express my love for a girl.

In the end, I kept being self-willed for seven years, and the method of self-willed was to find all kinds of women to play with. I knew she was a reporter, so I specially arranged for her to follow me and ask her to write press release about me being intimate with other women and to personally take photos of those scenes. At that time, I thought that I was trying to get her to retreat and to take the initiative to withdraw from my life. But now, I finally realized that I was actually trying to get her to get jealous by doing this. I wanted to see her jealous look when seeing me get close to other women and I wanted to see her crazy look when seeing me with other women.

But she didn't. Apart from quietly following me, writing articles, and writing articles, she didn't even say anything to stop me. She was so quiet and cold that she didn't look like a wife at all.

Only later did I realize that she was not cold and indifferent, but was doing this from her initial forbearance to her later numbness to her last passive tolerance. This silent process of suffering, of breaking out in silence and returning to silence, had taken her seven years, and her heart had already collapsed into pieces, but I had always thought that was because she did not care.

The more she didn't care, the worse I became, and the more I didn't understand her. But she never complained about me. Every morning, she still prepared a glass of honey water for me. Every day, she still made me a different type of breakfast for me. Every night, she still prepared a hot dinner for me. If I got drunk some day, she would also prepare a hangover soup for me. Because of her, my house was always full of vitality. In a casual corner, I would see a lovely pot of green plants. There was a simple but cute painting on the wall that she randomly picked up. Because of her, I could easily get a well-ironed suit and shirt from the closet every morning. Because of her, my life was in perfect order and warm and comfortable.

But because of my disgust, she never let me know what she did for me. I always thought it was all done by the servants at home. But one day, when she left, I found out that she was the one who took care of all the living things that I had accepted in silence.