C77 This Isn't What You Should be Calling Me

"Sister, is that the man who took you her husband?" Ling Yiyue asked curiously. She also knew that her sister was married, but the other party was not Shaochen's brother. In fact, she had always been curious as to who her sister had married.

Ling Muxue only nodded lightly. There was no need for her to hide it from Ling Yiyue.

Ling Yiyue blinked her big bright eyes and asked softly, "Then does my sister's husband love my sister? Is he as much in love with my sister as Brother Shaochen? "

Once the name was mentioned, a trace of sadness flashed across Ling Muxue's lowered eyes and disappeared in an instant. She raised her hand and touched Ling Yiyue's head, "What else does a child know about love?"

Ling Yiyue was instantly unconvinced, and pouted: "I'm already nineteen years old, I'm not a child anymore."

"In my eyes, you will always be a child! An immature child!" He said dotingly, extending his index finger and scratching her nose.

The few of them chatted in the ward for a while, and along the way, Yin Jing left because she had something to do at the company.

As the sun set, Ling Muxue prepared dinner for Ling Yiyue. Suddenly, her phone rang.

She picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID. Her heart suddenly trembled. Suddenly, she remembered what he said today. Forget it. He could do whatever he wanted!

He picked up the call and put it by his ear. Just as he said the word "Hello, Xiao Qinghan's angry roar came from the other side, Ling Muxue! Get back here right now!"

"I won't be going back tonight. I'll stay in the hospital with Yiyue!"

"I'll give you half an hour. If I don't see anyone today, I'll go straight to the hospital to arrest you." After fiercely saying that, he hung up the phone.

"Xiao..." A beeping sound came from the phone, not giving her any chance to refuse.

If she did not go back now, he would definitely come and arrest her. She did not want him to make the ward chaotic, so she gave some instructions to Ling Yiyue, called Lin Xueqing, and left the hospital.

They arrived at the villa.

"Madam, you're back. Sir has been waiting for you for a long time!" The nanny stepped forward and took Ling Muxue's coat. Her tone was clearly a little timid.

When Ling Muxue arrived at the entrance, she could already feel a cold and oppressive aura.

On the sofa, a man's handsome face had turned as black as a dark cloud. He raised his eyes and looked at Ling Muxue with a cold gaze.

Ling Muxue stood there and her body suddenly trembled.

"Don't you take my words as wind blowing past your ears?" she asked angrily. This damned woman never took his words to heart.

"I... Can't I go to the hospital to see Yiyue? Besides, what right do you have to restrict my freedom?" He was grateful to Ye Xiao because he was hurt. However, in front of Ye Xiao's harsh tone and cold eyes, he returned to the beginning.

"Ling Muxue!" After she shouted in anger, she suddenly stood up and walked towards Ling Muxue. The smell of gunpowder instantly filled the entire living room.

Ling Muxue lowered her head and subconsciously took a step back.

"Are you courting death?!" She looked down at the top of her head.

"I..." Feeling Xiao Qinghan's burning rage, Ling Muxue suddenly felt a little unconfident. Just as she was at a loss as to what to do, the kind nanny stepped forward and advised.

"Sir, Madam, the food has been prepared. Let's eat dinner first!"

Xiao Qinghan strode away and said, "Come and eat!"

Ling Muxue really did not understand the pressure of the meal. He was in a good castle, but he had to live in a villa that could be said to be a slum for him.

After the meal, Ling Muxue returned to her bedroom. When Xiao Qinghan arrived at the study room, he probably went to work.

Ling Muxue took out the ring box from her handbag and looked at it. Her heart relaxed as if a stone had been lifted from the bottom of her heart.

She carefully put it away and was just about to close the drawer when she heard the sound of the door opening. A cold air rushed in, and she saw Xiao Qinghan's tall body appear in front of her, moving closer and closer to her. An aura that was so oppressive that she couldn't even breathe enveloped her in an instant.

Ling Muxue sat on the dressing chair with her head lowered and did not dare to look at him. She did not know what to say.

Suddenly, there was a soft slapping sound. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something fall on the dressing table. She turned around and saw a golden bank card.

What did he mean by that? He suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiao Qinghan.

"Don't you need a lot of money? I don't want my wife going out to dance and earn money! If I see you going to that kind of place again, I'll teach you a lesson! "

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the big bed. Ling Muxue stared at the bank card on the dressing table. She did not understand what Xiao Qinghan meant when he suddenly gave her the money. Even if they were husband and wife, they were almost like strangers. He had always been mean to her, but ever since the ten million, everything seemed to have changed. Sometimes it was abnormally mean and sometimes he had an indescribable feeling about himself.

On the bed, Ling Muxue was leaning against the outer edge of the bed. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her waist and pulled her into a firm embrace.

Ling Muxue subconsciously struggled with her arms and she heard a low roar.

"Pull open my wound. You take responsibility!"

Ling Muxue's body stiffened. His right arm was injured. Why didn't he sleep properly and hug her like this? She felt as if he was a child threatening her with a wound.

Feeling that the girl in his arms was not moving, the corner of Xiao Qinghan's mouth unconsciously raised into a mocking smile. He put his head between her neck and whispered, "Sleep!"

In the dark, damp, dark room, there was a thick, nauseating smell of blood, and all sorts of instruments of torture gleamed with a bloodthirsty light. It was terrifying, and all that could be heard was the sound of a dying man's voice echoing in the air that felt like death.

On the iron shelf, the burly man hung with blood all over him. Two black chains went straight through his scapula.

The heavy iron door was opened with a bang, and a figure appeared in the dark room.

"Young Master!" The bodyguard in the dark room lowered his head and called out respectfully.

The unconscious man with the tilted head slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't see clearly, but when he heard the word 'young master', he instantly knew who it was. As the newcomer drew closer, he was able to see him clearly, and when he saw him clearly, his dead gray eyes suddenly widened. How could it be him?

"Nalan Jin!"

Nalan Jin approached him, the evil smile on his face carrying the charm of death. He raised his fair fingers and grabbed the man's chin. When he raised his chin, the man's scarred face was already stained with blood and it was so terrifying. And he was the one who had escaped from Xiao Qinghan's hand.

"That's not what you're supposed to call me," the seductive voice said, but it was like a soul-locking voice from hell.