The Empress's Transmigration into a Magnate's Wife

Chapter 572

Saying this, she was about to lean towards Huo Shao Ting, her face wearing a gentle and charming smile, with an unmistakable hint of seductiveness in her eyes.

Huo Shao Ting sat on the sofa, his brows and eyes cold and aloof. When the strong fragrance of Ying Bingling's perfume wafted into his nostrils, a flash of iciness passed through his eyes.

"Do you want to die?"

Huo Shao Ting's voice was icy cold as he raised his eyes, his gaze piercingly frigid as he stared at her.

Ying Bingling froze, her movements halted mid-air, and the smile she thought was ravishing became a frozen grimace.

"Mr. Huo, I... I was just feeling sorry for you."

"I'm so grateful to Mr. Huo for giving me this opportunity. I just wanted to do my best to thank you."

Ying Bingling forced a smile as she explained, but meeting Huo Shao Ting's icy stare made her heart pound.

"Feeling sorry?"

Huo Shao Ting's long fingers rested on his knee, tapping rhythmically as his deep, mellow voice carried a dangerous undertone.

"Do I need your pity?"

"Do I need your gratitude?"

He stood up, his tall figure looming over Ying Bingling, exuding an icy chill that filled her with dread.

Ying Bingling's face turned deathly pale, even her nude lips blanching as her pupils involuntarily constricted!

"Mr. Huo, let me explain!"

"Everything I have, even myself, was given by the Huo Corporation. So everything of mine, including myself, belongs to you, Mr. Huo!"

"I have no intention of competing for the position of your wife. I only want to do my humble part to share your burdens..."

Ying Bingling grew frantic and instinctively grabbed Huo Shao Ting's sleeve.

Huo Shao Ting despised being touched by any woman other than his wife, and the long-absent ferocity resurfaced. His gaze became even more icy and menacing as he stared at Ying Bingling's hand clutching his sleeve, his voice deathly calm: "Let go."

Ying Bingling naturally didn't want to, but his gaze was too terrifying!

She felt as if her hand was being sawed off, her whole body plunged into an ice cellar, surrounded by bone-chilling coldness!

"I... I... Mr. Huo, I'm willing to do anything!"

"I know I'm insignificant, and you lack nothing, Mr. Huo. I have nothing to offer in return."

"But... but this worthless body is all I can offer you."

Ying Bingling shivered from the cold, but she said what she needed to say.

If she didn't say it now, she might never get another chance.

Huo Shao Ting stared at her, his piercing gaze flickering towards the window opposite, his voice flat and cold: "Since you're so self-aware, you're still seeking death?"

"Since you know you're worthless, what makes you think you have the right to pleasure me? To ask for my favor?"

"Miss Ying, not every man is so indiscriminate."

Huo Shao Ting's expression was icy cold, his eyes piercing as he strode out.

"Sir."

"Mr. Huo..."

Seeing him come out so soon, Zhang Assistant and Ming Xin both sensed something was amiss.

Huo Shao Ting stood at the door, taking off his suit jacket and tossing it to Zhang Assistant, his icy gaze fixed on Ming Xin.

"Was it her idea, or yours?"

Ming Xin looked bewildered, but she had a sinking feeling that something catastrophic had happened!

"Mr. Huo, let me explain, I didn't mean it like that..."

Ying Bingling, who had been frozen in the private room, finally came out, her face pale and panicked!

Seeing her in this state, Ming Xin knew it was bad news!

As Ying Bingling persisted in clinging to him, Huo Shao Ting's expression darkened, his gaze ominously sweeping over Zhang Assistant: "From the Huo Corporation and online, I don't want to see this person appear again."

Zhang Assistant's heart skipped a beat: wasn't this essentially blacklisting her?