C16 The Heart Was Long Dead

She didn't care much about that. She began to eat in silence, the taste familiar, and soon she could tell it was the restaurant.

The scenes of the past kept appearing in her mind.

She fell in love with it. In college she used to play cute with them and they ate every day, and he and he stayed with her and spoiled her.

But then everything changed, he was gone, he married her, and everything that was good broke down that year, and her world fell apart, and she was buried in an indelible shadow.

After Ling Muxue finished eating breakfast, she sat on the sofa in the living room. The originally empty and cold house instantly became lively.

The two maids kept cleaning every corner of the house. The two maids were probably here to cook for him at the last minute.

Xiao Qinghan, who had been working in the study, walked into the study. He looked at the dust on the ground and mocked Ling Muxue. "Ling Muxue, you used to be a daughter of a rich family. Don't you know what it means to be clean and tidy. My villa is not for you to ruin."

Ling Muxue was at a loss for words. She just occasionally cleaned up her main area of activity. She was already used to it, and she had thought that they had already stopped seeing each other forever, but the heavens were always joking with her.

At this moment, her heart was in a struggle. How should she get along with them next? Just as he was about to call the company to ask for a day off from work, the phone suddenly rang. It was her best friend from college, Yin Xiaoxiao, who was now the editor of a magazine.

Yin Xiaoxiao was one of the few people who knew that she had already gotten the marriage certificate with Xiao Qinghan.

"Hey, Xiao-Xiao, what's the matter?"

Yin Xiaoxiao's loud voice sounded, "Do you know what the entertainment headline is today?"

Ling Muxue was confused and asked, "What?"

Yin Xiaoxiao had a look of disappointment on her face as she said, "I say, beauty Ling, the green clouds above your head are about to turn into dark clouds. Don't you feel any sense of crisis?"

Ling Muxue instantly understood what Yin Jing was trying to say. It was probably because of the intimate relationship between Xiao Qinghan and Yue Liuli yesterday. They were on the front page of the entertainment morning paper, but she had already gotten used to it and didn't feel anything about it.

And for the past three years, as long as it was an entertainment magazine related to Xiao Qinghan, it would be swept away.

"Then your magazine will be selling like hotcakes today, remember to treat me to a meal."

On the other side, a crow flew over Yin Jing's head: "Beautiful Ling, I really admire your magnanimity. Your husband is out flirting with women and causing a scandal, yet you are still leisurely living your life and turning a blind eye to it. Don't you feel any pain at all? Did you ever love him?"

As soon as Yin Jing finished speaking, a figure suddenly froze at the side of the stairs. His dark eyes fell on her back.

After a short silence, her long eyelashes that were like wings left a shadow in her eyes, and her glass-like eyes were filled with a hint of sadness. She then slowly opened her mouth and said, "My heart has long since died!" As early as three years ago, her heart had already gone with Gu Shaochen, and she would never wake up again.

"So that means you don't love him!"

Perhaps Ling Muxue was immersed in the pain of the past, so she did not feel the cold and heavy atmosphere in the living room.

Qin Feng walked out of the room after he had finished sorting through the documents. He felt that something was not right. He looked at Xiao Qinghan, who was standing at the top of the stairs. His right hand was gripping the handrail so hard that the veins on his hand were bulging. He wanted to break the handrail. He was furious.