C199 Her Portrait

After a long while, Nalan Jin slowly opened his mouth and said in a deep voice: "If you are sure you want to leave, I can let you out of the country and not be discovered by him. I can make it so that he will never be able to find you or disturb you."

Ling Muxue bowed her head and her eyelids were trembling slightly. Her palms were tightening, and her heart was in turmoil. She did not know what to do. Thinking about how she would never be able to see Xiao Qinghan again, her heart ached. The obvious pain was like a thorny vine mercilessly devouring her.

"I..."

"You have to think carefully. Once you leave, you will never be able to see him again. I will give you three days to think about it. Three days later, whether you go or not is up to you to decide."

After that, he walked out of the door.

"Wait a minute!" Ling Muxue suddenly shouted. She stood up and looked at Nalan Jin's back and asked: "I've only met you a few times, so you shouldn't even be considered my ordinary friend. But why did you help me?"

She had only met with Nalan Jin less than three times. Except for that time in the Imperial Court, the two of them could be considered to have officially met, but they had only spoken a few words, and she had been on her guard. The next few times they had met, they had just met and barely communicated.

Furthermore, his relationship with Xiao Qinghan seemed extraordinary. Why would he go against Xiao Qinghan's wishes and help her without asking for anything in return? Furthermore, he happened to save her that day. All of these things made her very suspicious.

Nalan Jin had his back to her, but he naturally knew what Ling Muxue was thinking. After a while, he said in a low voice, "You'll know one day!" After he finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and strode out of the study.

Ling Muxue watched his back as he left, but she did not chase after him in a hurry to ask him anything. She did not know why he would suddenly say such a thing that it somehow made her lower her guard against him.

Sitting alone in the dimly lit study room with the soft, classical music still flowing out, lighting up her heart and making it feel even emptier and more lonely. Her mind was full of Xiao Qinghan's gentle gaze, and his handsome face kept floating in front of her eyes.

She wanted to see her, she wanted his warm embrace, his domineering manner, the way he acted like a spoiled child in her arms... Everything about him had already taken root in Ling Muxue's heart.

But he wanted the child, and she couldn't give it to him, and she had never hated herself as much as she hated herself now. She had thought that her hatred for Xiao Qinghan would always be bone-deep and that she would never forgive him, but now it seemed that she had made such a stupid decision, and now she was in so much pain.

If she told him the truth, he would still be so kind to her. No one would be able to tolerate a birth-control operation on his wife, and after killing her own child, she hated herself, hated herself, hated herself.

His heart was really in pain. It felt like a knife was twisting in his heart. His tears fell down quietly. His voice got choked. He held his knees and started to feel pain.

"Woo..."

The sound of crying echoed in the room. The sound of crying was so sorrowful that she didn't know what to do. Was she really unable to see him again?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Xiao Qinghan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Who would understand her pain if she kept apologizing?

...

"Young Master!" The moment Jon walked into the messy room, the collar of his shirt was pulled up.

"Where is he?" Xiao Qinghan roared fiercely. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was as terrifying as a crazy beast.

Xiao Qinghan, who had not rested for the past few days, seemed to be in a somewhat sorry state. His clothes were in a mess, and he had a green beard. He looked arrogant and wild, filled with a wild aura.

"Young master!" Jon called out carefully, "We didn't find any trace of Miss Ling, nor any exit records, so Miss Ling should still be in B City, but..." He was afraid that before he could finish, he would be punched again. He had been punched so many times by the young master in the last few days that his old bones couldn't bear it.

"But what? Hurry up and say it!" he roared angrily.

"Other than the young master's arrangements, the one who has the most contact with Miss Ling is Lan, who is in charge of her diet..."

"The results!" His patience had reached its limit.

"Young master, that servant named Lan actually died of a heart attack three months ago, so young master..."

Xiao Qinghan naturally understood what Jon meant. There was probably more than one spy who had infiltrated the manor. Moreover, this spy had contacted Ling Muxue and helped her escape. If it wasn't for the agreement of the master behind her, how could this spy agree to help Ling Muxue?

"That day, Miss Ling asked the young master to give her a handgun. Presumably, Miss Ling also knew that she was in danger, so she did not fully trust her. Therefore, Miss Ling wanted the pistol to defend herself, but other than the total amount of A5 bullets in Miss Ling's pistol, there was also the latest HK8 bullets. Therefore, someone should have saved Miss Ling, but only the people from the special forces could be equipped with this kind of bullet. The rest of the people could be equipped with this kind of bullet, so they must be from a powerful family."

... ""

"So according to the current situation, Miss Ling should be safe. I have already sent someone to check the exit purchase records of this type of bullet, but the range is too wide, so... Time..." Jon explained.

"Three days!" Xiao Qinghan interrupted Jon with a cold voice, "I'll only give you three days. If you don't find him soon!" He glanced sideways at Jon, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Yes!" Jon naturally understood. He nodded respectfully and turned around to leave.

Xiao Qinghan was the only one left in the room filled with portraits, and this was the room that Ling Muxue had been curious about.

It was a fully-fallen window with a sea view that faced the sea. The entire room was bright. The baroque architecture, the walls, and the easel were all portraits of a person.

That was right! It was a portrait of Ling Muxue. The posture of each portrait, the expression, the meticulousness, the perfection, and the vividness of each portrait. Each portrait could be said to be so detailed that every strand of hair was drawn. If one did not have a deep foundation in drawing, it would be impossible to draw such an effect.

And there were pictures of her running around the school in her high school uniform, and of her as beautiful as a pixie at the school dance, and of her graduation, and after she'd gone to college... from her youthful high school face to the maturity of her charm - every stage was painted by him, every picture was done with care, every picture was perfectly preserved, without the slightest damage, and there wasn't even the slightest dust on the picture.