C170 Welcoming a New Beginning

And looking at Rorai who was sitting at the side, noble and elegant, with an enchanting posture, he suddenly felt that only a woman of the same status as Rorai could be a match for him. He seemed to be getting further and further away from himself, feeling that one day, he would leave him forever.

In a flash, he lowered his eyes, which were as clear as glass. There was an inferiority complex in his eyes, an indescribable desolation.

She didn't notice that all of her expressions had fallen into Rorai's beautiful blue gem-like eyes, which revealed a trace of coldness that was difficult to detect.

At this time, Xiao Qinghan just happened to throw a ball, and it accurately landed on the ground a hundred meters away.

"Good, shot! Young Master Xiao is really good at basketball!" Rorai praised, while Xiao Qinghan's face was cold and expressionless. He casually threw the cue into the hands of the bodyguard standing at the side.

Jon stepped forward and handed the silk handkerchief to Xiao Qinghan. Xiao Qinghan took the silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Young Master, Miss Ling is here!"

Xiao Qinghan stopped and turned his body to look at Ling Muxue, who was walking over.

Rorai stood up and said softly, "Your precious woman is here. I won't disturb you anymore." As she spoke, she took a step and left. When she reached the stairs, she brushed past Ling Muxue. Her eyes flashed and the corner of her mouth curled into a cold smile.

Xiao Qinghan handed the handkerchief to Jon and walked over to stand in front of her. Ling Muxue stopped and looked up at him.

"Are you feeling better?" As she spoke softly, she raised her hand to touch her still pale cheek.

At such a close distance, Ling Muxue could clearly feel the pleasant fragrance coming from his body. For some reason, she felt at ease and had the urge to reach out and hug him tightly, but she suppressed the urge.

She could only hear her soft hum because she had already decided that she had to get rid of him from her mind and return to her original self.

Looking at the cold expression in Ling Muxue's eyes, Xiao Qinghan's eyes suddenly narrowed. As if he had thought of something, he immediately retracted his hand. "What's the matter?" His voice was neither hot nor cold.

As he spoke, he sat on a leather sofa, his legs stretched out on one side, and leaned against it lazily. A servant stepped forward respectfully, knelt down on the floor, and massaged his legs.

Feeling his cold attitude, Ling Muxue felt her heart still ache. Even though she knew that sometimes his gentleness towards her was on the spur of the moment, she still became greedy for him, but from now on, before she completely sank, she wanted to kill it mercilessly, so that it would not take root and germinate.

"I want to go back to the Western suburbs!" There was no emotion in his eyes as he spoke indifferently, as if he had really returned to the past.

The hand that had just taken the wine from the servant suddenly stopped. The wine in the goblet shook violently.

The servant was so frightened that he almost knelt down and begged for mercy. He quickly retreated.

The atmosphere became suddenly cold. He was holding a goblet with long, bony fingers, and the wine seemed to come to life as he shook it. It danced, and then he drank it.

At this moment, Ling Muxue could not help but feel a little nervous. She was conflicted, but her reason was also reminding her that if you wanted to forget the feeling he gave you, you could not get used to him. You had to leave.

"I'll send someone to send you back tomorrow morning!" The cold voice was like the sound of a cello playing in the cold wind.

Ling Muxue's heart skipped a beat. She had thought that he would not agree and that she would argue with him. She did not expect him to agree so readily. Perhaps he really cared about what he thought of as his unclean body.

It was the result she wanted, but her heart was a little lonely, and yet there was nothing out of the ordinary about her expression, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary.

"Does big sister really want to go back?" Ling Yiyue asked, the light in her eyes trembling.

"Yes!" Ling Muxue nodded. "Why does Yiyue want to live here?"

"No! No! I said that as long as big sister is here, I will be there!" Ling Yiyue anxiously waved her hand and said anxiously. She lowered her head and a trace of disappointment flashed across her eyes." Then big sister, I..." Ling Yiyue also found it difficult to speak.

Ling Muxue knew about this. She gently caressed Ling Yiyue's head and smiled, "Don't worry, Yiyue. I will sign you up for a training class. You don't have to worry about that!"

Ling Yiyue lowered her head and nodded lightly.

The next day, Xiao Qinghan sent someone to send them back. Before he left, Xiao Qinghan did not even go to see her. He just stood in front of the window and watched the convoy leave quietly. His eyes flashed with a dark light as he thought back to what Rorai had said.

"One wants to love another only when she's used to being alone, and if the person she's used to suddenly leaves her one day, and her face must be unfocused, it means that she's already started to love the person, and there's a need to be a distance between lovers, and the lack of a gap between them will only make her suffocate and sicker!"

He hesitated, he was afraid, if she cared, why hadn't he seen her for three years? Because he had been hurt, and he had long since given up hope that she would love him, no matter how much she hated him, as long as she was there.

But who wouldn't want the woman they loved to love them as much as they loved themselves? During the time they'd spent together, she occasionally didn't resist, but her heart, which had been reduced to ashes, was ablaze again.

Ling Muxue was sent back to the Western suburbs villa. The surrounding families had already moved them out yesterday and arranged for bodyguards to live inside to ensure Ling Muxue's safety.

"Madam, why did you come back?" Mrs. Zhang looked behind her, but there was no sign of Xiao Qinghan. Then she looked at Madam's pale and powerless face and asked worriedly in a low voice, "Did Madam and Mister quarrel again?"

"Mrs Zhang, don't worry. Go and get something to eat now. I'm a little hungry." She curled her lips into a faint smile, hiding her powerless expression.

"Yes! I'll go now. Madam, go and rest for a while. I'll call you later."

"Alright!"

After the two of them cleaned up, Ling Yiyue returned to her original guest room. Ling Muxue felt very tired. She lay on the bed, not knowing whether it was because her body was tired or her heart was tired.

He hadn't even looked at me when he left this morning. He seemed to have really lost interest in me, and I could not help but laugh bitterly at myself.

She had known that he changed his women as if he were changing his clothes, that she was but one of his many women, and that she could not grasp his violent nature. She had thought that she hated him, that she could keep her heart and be unmoved by him, but she had overestimated her own power, and had foolishly begun to like him.

But this is just the beginning, it hasn't taken root yet, and now you kill it in the bud, and forget it forever.

Now, he needed to take a good rest. He needed to take good care of his body and prepare for a new beginning. Everything would be fine.