C96

Under the heavy night sky, Qing Ge couldn't see the expression on Mo Zi Yu's face, so he didn't approach.

Qingge heard him ask in a hoarse voice, "Has Ye Qing left A Country already?"

Qingge: "Yes."

Mo Ziyu seemed to be stunned for a moment. After a long while, she asked, "Did she leave anything for me?"

Qingge: "No, she's already signed the divorce agreement and passed it to the lawyer."

Mo Ziyu suddenly chuckled. In this pitch-black night, this chuckle seemed especially sorrowful.

"Divorce? She has to be calm, she has to go abroad, I can give her time. But if she wants a divorce, she doesn't even have a door. She can only be my, Mo Ziyu's, wife for the rest of her life. That's also my child, and my heartache and sadness is no less than hers. If she were to divorce me because of this matter, I definitely won't be able to sign it. "

"Mo Ziyu, no matter what the result is, I hope you can understand this point. Ye Qing is my best sister, I won't allow anyone to harm her." Before she comes back, I hope you'll give her a little more time to think it over.

"I can promise you, but it won't be long. If she doesn't return in a year, I will do everything I can to find her."

"Alright. How do you plan on dealing with Ji Duo? I've already ordered people to take control of the Ji Clan. "

"From then on, there will never be a Ji Clan in the Imperial Capital. In the past, I didn't do anything to them because of my mother, but since I've harmed the children of Mo Ziyu, I will make them pay a price worse than death!"

"Alright, I believe you, so I won't interfere in this matter."

When Qingge turned around, she saw Jane Xia standing at the door, waiting for her. She quickly ran over.

Jane Xia took Qingge into her arms and wrapped her arms around her. "Is it cold?"

Qingge took a whiff of the cool breath coming from Jian Xia's body and gently shook her head, "Not cold."

"Jian Xia touched Qing Ge's hand and said that it was a little cold."

"Qingge looked up," "I'm really not cold, but I'm not cold with you holding me."

Jane Xia revealed a doting smile and lightly scratched Qingge's nose, "Idiot, go in, go back to sleep."

After Jane Xia and Qing Ge entered, Mo Ziyu leaned against the front of the car and lit a cigarette. He quietly waited for the cigarette to burn out, but didn't smoke. Ye Qing didn't like him to smoke, so he had already quit smoking.

The last of the scarlet flame was extinguished in the night. Mo Ziyu threw the cigarette into the trash can, then opened the door and sat down.

"Stop everything."

"..."

Jane Xia helped Qingge put in the bath water, he directly carried Qingge to the bathroom.

Clear Song was so sleepy that after two hours of driving, she was exhausted.

Jane Xia found a rubber band and rolled up Qingge's long hair to prevent it from getting wet.

"If you're sleepy, then sleep. I'll help you wash. After you're done, I'll carry you to sleep, hmm?"

Clear Song nodded in a daze, then closed her eyes and fell asleep. Jane Xia helped Qing Ge wash up, then helped her change into a clean nightgown.

Jane Xia hugged Qing Ge and laid him down on the bed. Qing Ge had already fallen asleep. Hearing her even breathing, Jian Xia's heart calmed down.

Mo Ziyu's matter had made him understand a lot of things. Many times, losing a person was just an instant's work.

Jane Xia did not doubt the relationship between him and Qing Ge. It was just that the future was too long and there were too many variables. He was afraid that there would be dangers that he could not predict.

If a relationship could be maintained, it wasn't just with love. There were always many objective factors, like Ye Qing and Mo Ziyu. If it wasn't for Ji Duo, they would still be fine.

Accidents and tomorrow you never know which will arrive first, and accidents are not something you can avoid by trying.

Jian Xia had always had a secret in his heart that he had never told anyone before.

He thirsted for power, which was the dream of almost all men, to climb to that highest position, to have the highest authority, and no longer to have any checks or balances.

The reason why he didn't tell Qingge was because the political scene was too chaotic. He didn't want Qingge to get caught up in all this. What he wanted to do was to tell Qingge only after he had succeeded in his position. There was no doubt that he loved Qingge, so he never wanted her to be harmed in any way.

But regardless of whether he wanted to or not, the damage had really happened.

Jane Xia gently hugged Qingge to his chest. Just now, he had made a decision.

Before he knew Qingge, power was very important to him. But now, he understood that nothing was as important as a clear song.

He could not let Qingge get hurt again. Whether it was the kidnapping, poisoning, or almost getting shot at, all these were things that Jian Xia did not dare to remember.

This time, he dispelled the idea of reaching the top. It was for no other reason but because he felt that Qingge was better than power. This thought came and went soundlessly. He had not given up his dream, but had persevered in his heart.

If one day he ascended to the top, with the highest authority, and then lost Qingge, Jane Xia did not know what he would become, or whether he would die or go mad, the whole world would lose its splendor.

After making this decision, Jane Xia kissed Qing Ge's forehead. "Good night. Thank you for appearing in my life and helping me drive away the wasteland."

Qingge didn't hear what Jane Xia had said, nor did she know what kind of decision she had made while she was sleeping. She crawled into her bosom and found the most comfortable position.

Jane Xia hugged her with one arm, placed her chin on the top of Qingge's head and fell into a deep sleep.

"..."

In the morning, when Qing Ge woke up, Jian Xia was no longer by his side. The alarm had not been rung, so Jian Xia had probably turned it off.

She got up and saw the Post-it sticker on the bedside table.

Jane Xia: I saw that you were sleeping soundly so I didn't call you. The breakfast has already been eaten. Rest assured.

Qingge put the Post-it in the drawer and stretched.

It was almost noon, Qing Ge intended to make some food, then take Miaomiao to see Ye Li Chen.

Qing Ge was very grateful to Ye Lai Chen. It was not only because he blocked a shot for her, but also because he had decided to bury the matter of him liking her deep in his heart. It was because Ye Wu Chen had hidden this from him, that they were able to continue being friends.

It was a love that was destined to end in failure. Qing Ge could not give Ye Liechen any sort of response, if he could say it out loud, Qing Ge would not know how to face him.

Qingge made some stomach nourishing millet congee and put it in a box to keep it warm. Then she drove to the central hospital.

When Qingge arrived, Yen Chen was sitting on the left side of the bed, playing with his phone in boredom.

Qingge: "Are you ready?"

Hearing Qingge's voice, Ye Liechen raised his head and revealed a roguish smile as he put away his phone.

"You finally came. I thought you were not coming to see me?"

Qingge looked at Ye Liechen, and Ye Liechen's face turned slightly better. He was no longer as pale as before. However, he seemed to have lost some weight. The top button of his hospital gown was unbuttoned, and his exposed skin was ivory white. His collarbone was especially prominent.

Qingge: "Something happened yesterday, so I didn't come. Did you eat?"

"Nope."

Qingge: "Drink some rice porridge."

Qing Ge poured out the rice porridge in the thermal insulation box, found a spoon, and gave it to Ye Li Chen.

Ye Liechen took the bowl of porridge and asked, "Did you cook it yourself?"

Qingge rolled her eyes at him, "You're thinking too well, this was cooked by our maid."

Ye Liechen did not continue speaking. A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his eyes. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth.

No one knew how much Nightingale loved the song. She loved it so much that she could easily tell when she was lying.

The congee didn't taste anything, but it tasted sweet to him. He had always been picky with his food and his mouth was a little mischievous, but he drank all the congee this time.

He thought to himself, liking a person doesn't necessarily require results.

There were so many likes in this world, not all of them would bear fruit. All he needed to know was that she was happy.

However, for the first time, Ye Liechen started to look forward to the next life. He did not believe what he had heard in his previous life, but now, he was willing to believe it. In this life, he was destined to be a silent guardian, but in the next life, he really wanted to beg the Buddha to give him a chance to meet Qingge one step earlier than he needed to.

If only there was an afterlife.

"..."

Han Residence.

Ning Huan was wearing a long green dress and was pruning flowers in her bedroom.

As she was meditating, she suddenly came to a realization.

The scissors accidentally cut her finger, and red blood instantly flowed out.

Ning Huan stood up and found a medical kit. She took out a bandage and pasted it on her finger.

Her gaze once again landed on that bouquet of flowers. The pure white flowers were stained with a little bit of her blood, giving off an indescribably beautiful feeling.

She carried the flowers out and put them on the balcony. The balcony was very large and held a small bird. The bird looked very sad and lonely as it was locked in its cage. Its black and gray feathers formed a stark contrast with the azure sky. Ning Huan extended her pure white hands and gently opened the birdcage. The little bird immediately flew out.

The bird flew a short distance away and turned to look at her.

Ning Huan stared at the bird for a long time, until it turned into a black dot and then completely disappeared.

Ning Huan regained her senses and touched the corners of her eyes, feeling the wetness.

She went back into the bedroom and lay in the rocking chair by the window, looking at the reflected sunlight, which was now a translucent rainbow.

She stretched out her hand as if grabbing onto a handful of sunlight. She felt a warm feeling in her palm.

Ning Huan didn't know how much longer this lifestyle would last for. Han Mo Bei still didn't allow her to go out. Every day, she would stay in the villa, idling away the time in boredom.

She suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. She thought, what is she and Han Mo Bei right now?

It's kind of tormenting each other, isn't it? She had never imagined that she would one day reach this stage with Han Mo Bei.

He couldn't love her, but he couldn't hate her. The Buddhist scriptures say that love parting, resentment, can not be asked, can not be let go. That was probably it.

Ning Huan closed her eyes. She wanted to sleep for a while, but her mind was like a movie, constantly replaying the scenes of her youth and Han Mo Bei.

It wasn't easy for him to fall asleep, but in his dream, he could still see Han Mo Bei.

Ning Huan's dream lasted for a very long time. In one dream, seven years had passed. It was all because of him. When she woke up, the sun was already setting.

I don't know who said it, but don't go to sleep in the afternoon. Sleep until the sun is setting, looking at the empty house, you will have an unprecedented feeling of desolation, as if you have been abandoned by the whole world.

Ning Huan sat up and looked out of the window at the scenery of dusk. The sky was gradually changing color. The shades of red varied, intermixed with orange and light blue.

The door was pushed open, and a maid walked in. This maid looked unfamiliar, as if she had just been recruited.

In her hand was a porcelain bowl embroidered with a golden rose.

"Young Madam, it's been an afternoon. How about some snacks?"

Ning Huan was about to say no, but the maid directly shoved the bowl into her hands.

Ning Huan felt that when the maid passed her another piece of porridge, she even gave her a piece of paper.

Ning Huan accepted the note and said, "Alright, go on. I'll eat."

After the maid left, Ning Huan opened the slip of paper, but it was completely blank, without a single word written on it.

Then, Ning Huan thought of the things in the bowl. She dipped her finger in the liquid in the bowl and applied it to the piece of paper.

Immediately, a sentence appeared on top: In the bowl is knockout drugs, at one o'clock in the morning, at the back of the villa, take you away, Windsor.

Ning Huan read the note over and over again. Finally, she confirmed that it was Windsor's handwriting.

As expected, Windsor was able to arrange for someone to come in and deliver the news. Furthermore, Windsor had said that he would take her away.

Ning Huan excitedly stood up from the reclining chair. She paced back and forth for a bit before walking into the bathroom. To prevent the note from being seen, she flushed it into the toilet.

Then she came out again, poured the clear liquid from the bowl into a small bottle and hid it. Then she took the bowl downstairs and washed it.

She sat in front of the French window and calmed down for a moment. Last time, she had revealed some clues and Han Mo Bei had seen through it. This time, she didn't know if she would be able to deceive Han Mo Bei.

However, regardless of success, Ning Huan still wanted to give it a try. She wasn't a person who liked to sit still and wait for death. As long as there was the slightest chance, she would choose to do it even if it was a thousandth chance.

"..."

At 6 PM in the evening, Han Mo Bei returned.

As usual, Ning Huan sat in front of the French window in a daze.

Han Mo Bei turned on the light in his bedroom and walked over to Ning Huan's side.

He pulled Ning Huan up from the ground and hugged her.

Like every other time, Ning Huan did not resist or speak.

After a while, Han Mo Bei released her and asked, "You're going to eat?"

Ning Huan lightly nodded her head, and Han Mo Bei led Ning Huan down the stairs.

After the maid set the food down, Ning Huan drank a bowl of soup as usual. It was the same as usual, no more, no less.

Han Mo Bei also didn't say anything as he leisurely ate his meal. From time to time, he would serve some dishes to Ning Huanhuan.

As usual, Ning Huan's brow furrowed slightly before she obediently ate her meal.