C62 A Handsome Man and a Beautiful Woman

It was getting cooler in autumn, and even with the sun shining, it was still a little cool.

Xiao Qinghan put on his trench coat and asked Qin Feng to push Ling Muxue into the wheelchair. He placed her on the wheelchair.

Ling Muxue did not resist at all. She just sat in her wheelchair and let Xiao Qinghan push her.

The hospital was a combination of medical care and recuperation, so the scenery was beautiful and the air was very fresh. Xiao Qinghan pushed Ling Muxue along the avenue, and the sun shone through the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the path.

The sight of Xiao Qinghan, who was of mixed blood with a handsome face that had a considerable visual impact, naturally attracted the attention of many people, but very quickly, someone recognized him and looked at the woman in the wheelchair. Her pale face added a sickly gentleness to it, and from a distance, she looked so harmonious and compatible. The man was handsome, the woman was beautiful, and she was enviable.

"Could this be the Young Master Xiao's new sweetheart?"

"Sure enough, the women around Young Master Xiao have never been with him for more than a month. Judging by the woman in the wheelchair, she probably thinks that someone will replace her soon."

"But this woman is indeed not bad. I think she's much more beautiful than Yue Liuli."

"What's the use of being more beautiful? She will still be shaken off in the end!"

"Sigh! I really want to know what kind of woman Young Master Xiao will marry."

"I really hope that the Young Master Xiao won't get married for the rest of his life. If he gets married, who knows how many women's hearts in the country will be broken."

"If the woman in the wheelchair was me, I'm willing to die!"

...""

People kept taking out their cameras to take photos.

Xiao Qinghan frowned as he listened to the noisy chatter around him. He did not want anyone to disturb the time he spent with Ling Muxue, so he did not let Qin Feng and the others follow him. However, the current situation clearly displeased him.

She must never expose Ling Muxue in public.

Xiao Qinghan placed Ling Muxue by the side of the flowers and lowered his head as he whispered, "I'll make a phone call!"

Very quickly, the crowd around the flowerbeds and on the boulevard were all cleared out. Those who had taken the photos just now were all ordered to be deleted. Bodyguards surrounded the area and no one was allowed to get close to them.

Ling Muxue was sitting on a wheelchair, her eyes staring into the distance. The breeze kept blowing her hair and the faint fragrance of the chrysanthemum permeated her heart.

Ling Muxue's eyes trembled slightly. She looked at the wild chrysanthemum flowers not far away and could not help but get up and walk towards the middle of the wild chrysanthemum. She squatted down to pick one of the chrysanthemums and just as her hand touched the flower stalk, she saw an orange paper plane land on the petals and her slender fingers moved away from the flower stalk to pick up the paper plane.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked at the paper plane in his hand.

"Xue Er, no matter where you are in the future, as long as you see this paper plane flying in front of you, it means that I miss you."

Was he really thinking about her?

The tears fell without warning on the paper plane, and suddenly there was a crisp sound, and when she looked up, she saw a lovely little boy in English braces standing in front of her.

The little boy looked to be only two or three years old. He had a tender face and big watery eyes looking at her curiously.

"Auntie, this is my paper plane!" The little boy's soft voice was like a spring that seeped into her heart.

If her child had been alive, it would have been about the same age by now. Although it wasn't her or Gu Shaochen, it was still an innocent creature. Thinking of this, her heart skipped a beat.

What a wicked woman she was, to be able to strangle her own child to death. What right did a woman like her have to be happy, to live only in purgatory?

She lowered her eyes and her tears fell like a broken dam. She was crying for her child. Suddenly, she felt a soft finger wiping the corner of her eyes.

"Auntie, don't cry, don't cry. This paper airplane is for you. I can also fold a lot of paper airplanes for you." As the little boy wiped away Ling Muxue's tears, he comforted her. His big watery eyes were so clear and bright.

When Xiao Qinghan returned and saw that no one was in the air above the wheelchair, his heart tightened, and his pupils constricted. Now that she was out of his sight, the fear that came from the depths of his heart would entwine around him like a vine, and he would look around.

When they saw Ling Muxue squatting in the middle of the wild chrysanthemum, their eyes fell on the pretty little boy at the same time. He reached out his hand and kept wiping Ling Muxue's face. From this angle, the scene looked so beautiful.

Once, he'd dreamed that he and her children would be around them, calling them Mom and Dad. But she'd broken her own dream, and the bloody wound that she'd finally managed to heal was now being ripped open.

The evil aura around him became stronger and stronger. He started to walk toward the wild chrysanthemum.

The little boy's mother walked over from the other side and carried the little boy away.

"Auntie will give you this paper plane, don't cry!"

Xiao Qinghan strode over to her and found out that she was crying again. The paper plane in her hand instantly stung his eyes. How could he not know about her Gu Shaochen?

"Ling Muxue!" He gritted his teeth and called out her name. It was as if someone had sprinkled a handful of salt on his torn wound. The pain made his entire body spasm and tremble.

"Are you done crying?" With a fierce roar, he suddenly pulled Ling Muxue up and held her shoulders. "Are you thinking about him again? I've already warned you. You are my wife now. I won't allow you to think about him again! Did you hear me clearly? !"

As Ling Muxue had been squatting for a long time, suddenly being pulled up by Xiao Qinghan, her face turned extremely pale and she felt dizzy.

Xiao Qinghan noticed the change in her and his heart sank. He suddenly lifted her in his arms. Ling Muxue leaned into his arms, and the dizzy feeling gradually disappeared. However, her head was still very heavy, and she closed her eyes in a daze. The tears in the corners of her eyes were blocked by her eyes.

"I'm sorry!" The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but Xiao Qinghan could hear it very clearly. He didn't know why she was apologizing, but for some reason, his heart was moved.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks. His heart that had been burning with anger just now was extinguished because of her soft voice.

The world was quiet, so quiet that they could hear the breeze, and the petals of the chrysanthemums that blew around them, and the orange paper planes that drifted into the distance with the breeze.

It was as beautiful as a painting. Looking at them from a distance, they were like a pair of happy lovers who were receiving the blessings of the world.

Not far away, there was someone who was drawing this beautiful painting.

Xiao Qinghan did not lower his eyes to look at her. He did not know how long he had paused for before he finally took a step and left.