C161 Don't Think too Much about It

Did she become so haggard because she thought about Xiao Qinghan? She also realized that she had been acting more and more strangely, more and more concerned with Xiao Qinghan. She had been indifferent before, but now she was more and more concerned with him, used to him being gentle, used to him occasionally being overbearing.

It had been her greatest wish that he would ignore her, but now that he was ignoring her, her heart grew more and more oppressive, more and more agitated, and she wanted to see him.

Did this change mean that she had truly fallen in love with him?

Ling Muxue left the bedroom and went downstairs. The servants in the hall looked at Ling Muxue as she walked down the stairs. Their eyes could not hide the amazement in them. Every time they looked at the woman in front of them, they would be shocked. In their eyes, the Asian woman in front of them had extraordinary beauty.

Today she was wearing a mauve dress with flowers on it. It was a simple dress, and yet it gave off an air of charm. Her long black hair fell to her waist, and even though her face looked a little haggard, it added a touch of softness.

With every step she took, she gave off an air of nobility that was hard to ignore. She was as noble and beautiful as a fairy queen.

No wonder the young master would bring her back to the manor. Only such a woman was worthy of the young master's stunning beauty.

"Miss Ling!" The servant looked at Ling Muxue and said respectfully.

"Where is your young master?" Ling Muxue walked down and asked softly.

"Young master..."

At this moment, from the other end of the stairs, a tall figure walked over. Ling Muxue raised her eyes and saw the handsome face in front of her. Her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

Xiao Qinghan was in a dark English suspender suit with his bangs hanging down in front of his plump forehead. His extremely handsome mixed features gave off a cold aura, and with every step he took, he gave off the aura of a king mixed with nature.

The moment he walked over, the first thing he saw was Ling Muxue in the living room. He could not hide the amazement in his eyes. Even from such a distance, he could still see her haggard face.

He tried to hide the pain in his eyes as he looked at her.

He walked down the stairs and strode to Ling Muxue's side. The servant who stood beside Ling Muxue greeted her respectfully and bowed before leaving.

Xiao Qinghan put his arm around Ling Muxue's slender and thin waist and said softly, "Why don't you sleep a little more? Come! Eat your breakfast first." As he spoke, he wrapped his arm around her waist and was about to walk towards the restaurant.

The maids who were standing in the living room heard the gentle voice of the young master. They were almost lost in it and couldn't get themselves out of it. The young master, who was already extremely handsome and cold, became even more charming when he was gentle.

Most of them had thought that since the young master hadn't seen her for a few days, he must have been tired of playing with her and might be sent out of the manor within a few days. But looking at the young master's attitude now, he didn't seem tired of playing at all and seemed to have become even more gentle.

Ling Muxue looked up at him and reached out to touch his waist. She did not have any intention of leaving.

"Xiao Qinghan, I..." Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by him.

"I know. You don't have to worry. I will make the person who hurt you pay the price." As he spoke, a ruthless light flashed in his eyes.

"Xue'er, don't think too much. Go out and relax." As he spoke, he stroked her head from top to bottom.

What did he mean by knowing? Don't think too much about it?

"No, Xiao Qinghan ..."

"Alright! It's alright." He interrupted her again.

"Young master!" At this moment, Jon walked in from the door and said respectfully, "It's ready. Should we set off?"

Ling Muxue looked at Xiao Qinghan in panic and asked anxiously, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes! There are some urgent matters that need to be taken care of. Hurry up and eat breakfast. Don't be hungry. I won't be able to accompany you anymore." As she spoke, she turned around and left with large strides.

"Xiao Qingxuan..." Ling Muxue quickly ran up to him and grabbed his arm as she said anxiously, "Are you deliberately avoiding me? Why?"

Xiao Qinghan turned, put his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't think too much about it. I really have something to do."

"Then you... When are you coming back?"

"Soon!" His thin lips curled up as he turned around and left with large strides.

Ling Muxue stood there in a daze. As she looked at her back that was gradually disappearing into the distance, her heart became lonely.

What exactly happened? Why did he distance himself from her so deliberately? Everything happened so suddenly that she was not mentally prepared for it.

After Xiao Qinghan left, Ling Muxue suddenly felt as if the entire manor had become cold.

The little wood of the Manor, though it was already winter, was still green all year round, and the smell of flowers filled the air, and there were many servants in the wood who were watering, planting, and cutting branches.

Ling Muxue was sitting on a swing under a big tree.

"Elder sister, your face has been getting more and more haggard these days. What's going on between elder sister and brother-in-law?"

Ling Muxue looked at the ground with confusion in her eyes. The swing was slowly swaying and then she looked up at Ling Yiyue.

"Yiyue, don't worry. Sister will be fine. Go back. It's cold. You have asthma, so you can't stay here for too long."

"Sister! Sister, why don't you call brother-in-law?"

After Xiao Qinghan had left the manor, he did not return for a few days. Ling Muxue felt her heart becoming more and more depressed, and her face became more and more haggard and ugly.

She called Xiao Qinghan a few times, but he only told her to rest well and not to think about anything. In the end, Ling Muxue did not ask anything and hung up the phone.

There was no light in the dim sky at all, and the wind was biting cold. The shoreline in the distance seemed to merge with the oppressive sky, and the waves rolled.

Ling Muxue sat on the balcony with her fur coat wrapped around her. She allowed the cold wind to blow against her and cut her cheeks. She looked listless and her face was pale.

She had already been sitting in the cold wind for the whole morning. Little Fat kept meowing and scratching Ling Muxue with its claws, but Ling Muxue acted as if she did not hear anything.

A few of the women at the side were so cold that their entire bodies were stiff and they were trembling. However, when they looked at Ling Muxue, it was as if nothing had happened. However, if they continued to blow like this, they might catch a cold. If the young master found out about this, they would be dead for sure.

One of the maids also came forward and whispered respectfully: "Miss Ling, it is cold here. You should go in. If you are sick, young master, it will be hard for us to explain it to you."

Ling Muxue, on the other hand, did not react at all. Her eyes were blank and she did not know where to look.

"Miss Ling..." The maid continued to call her, but Ling Muxue still did not respond.

The maid looked at each other. What should she do?

At this moment, the phone in Ling Muxue's hand rang. Ling Muxue's somewhat empty eyes suddenly trembled. She reacted and picked up the phone, but when she saw the name on the screen, her heart sank.

Ling Muxue answered, "Hello, what's wrong? Xiao-Xiao?" The voice in the cold wind sounded tired and tired.

"What's wrong with you?" Yin Xiaoxiao asked excitedly. "Why did I hear your tone when I called you? Are you not happy?"

"No, how could that be possible!" She forced a smile.