He really has plenty of women! When did he have to have her, Xia Xingchen
Bai Yeqing thought so and felt that he should be able to accept everything between her and Yu Zenan calmly. However, at three o'clock in the morning, he still hadn't fallen asleep.
He lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, poured a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp. The cold liquid could not suppress the increasingly intense depression in his heart.
At the head of the bed, there was a neatly folded nightgown. It was his. She had worn it the night before. She was fair-skinned, petite and slender. Wearing his nightgown on her, she looked like a little doll, and a man would instinctively want to hold her in his arms and love her. Thinking of her like that, he thought of Yu Zenan—would she also wear that man's nightgown? Would she also let him hold her in his arms? When that man kissed her, would she also respond shyly and boldly
The anger in my chest that had been suppressed for hours suddenly grew stronger and stronger.
"Someone come here!" With an angry shout, the servant on duty immediately hurried in from downstairs.
"Mr. President." Everyone knew that Mr. President was in a very gloomy mood today. When the servant came in, he just lowered his head and looked at the ground, not even daring to raise his eyelids. He was terrified.
A white nightgown was thrown beside her legs like trash. The president's voice was icy, "Burn the dirty clothes. Don't put them in front of me and they're an eyesore!"
“…” Dirty? It’s really unfair~~ How dare I take dirty clothes from the President
This nightgown was carefully cleaned and disinfected after Miss Xia wore it last time. It was prepared at the head of the bed today, and it was also for the President to wear. It seems that it is now an eyesore to the President.
The servant was puzzled, but naturally did not dare to say a word or ask any more questions. He just quickly picked up the pajamas and said, "Okay, Mr. President. I'll take care of it right away."
… … … …
The next day.
The Presidential Palace was in turmoil early in the morning. The young master lost his temper for no apparent reason. He refused to brush his teeth or wash his face, and later refused to get dressed or eat.
The servants followed behind, coaxing them so hard that they were exhausted. Why have these two people, one big and one small, been so abnormal in the past two days
"Come and eat." In the restaurant, Bai Yeqing finally couldn't bear it anymore and ordered Xia Dabai with a stern face.
Xia Dabai snorted, and instead of taking the child's chair, he sat opposite him, as if he wanted to negotiate with him. The two of them stared at each other.
"Why are you so angry?" Bai Yeqing put down the cutlery.
"I hate you for not keeping your word!" She said at the beginning that she would not find him a stepmother, but what did she say last night? !
"Really? Then from today on, you will go to the mansion to accompany your grandparents!" Bai Yeqing ordered the housekeeper, "Notify Wu Qiong that from today on, he will live with the old lady!"
Wu Qiong is Xia Dabai's driver.
"!"
"And—" Bai Yeqing glanced at the crooked bow tie around his neck, "You are my son, Bai Yeqing, and the person you are going to meet tonight is also very important. You can't look like this. Help the young master put his clothes in order!"
The last words were directed to the servant.
Xia Dabai burst into tears and his small body slid down from the chair. He sobbed and complained in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to tell grandma that you're bullying me! Tell Dabao that you're looking for a stepmother for me again! You're a bad man! Dabao and I both hate you! I don't want to see your wife! Hate you, hate you!"
Bai Yeqing looked at the child's sad back, his expression became more gloomy. After all, he had no appetite.
He put down the cutlery and didn't continue.
If he really wanted to marry another woman, would that woman care? He doubted it!
… … … … …
On the other side, Country Y.
It was past midnight, but Xia Xingchen was not sleepy at all. Standing on the balcony of the hotel, looking at this strange country, her heart was desolate.
The phone suddenly rang at this moment. She picked it up and saw that the screen was flashing with a call from the Presidential Palace. It was exactly 8 o'clock in China.
… Could it be him
She looked at the phone for a while, pressed the answer button, and put it to her ear. Before she could say anything, she heard the child sobbing in extreme grievance.
Xia Xingchen's heart skipped a beat, and it almost jumped into her throat. "What's wrong, Dabai?"
"Wow~ Dabao, dad bullies me when you are not around..." Xia Dabai cried and spoke incoherently.
Xia Xingchen's heart was twisted into a knot when she heard this. "Speak properly, what's going on? Why would daddy bully you?"
"He just bullied me... He lied to me..." Xia Dabai complained, "He clearly promised before that he would never find me a stepmother. But today... Today he said he would take me to meet another woman! He said she would be my mother in the future!"
The child's words made Xia Xingchen stunned. For a long time, his mind went blank.
Is it... so fast
That night, when she said, "If he really marries another woman someday," she was just saying it, but in her heart...
She was in a trance. Xia Dabai was sobbing and saying something to her, but she couldn't hear clearly. At this moment, she couldn't even comfort herself, and she really didn't know what words to use to comfort her son.
I don't know how long it took before the child hung up the phone. Xia Xingchen stood on the balcony in a foreign country, looking at the unfamiliar bright lights with a sad look in her eyes.
In my heart, I also...
The cold wind blew in her face, making her shiver, but she couldn't feel it.
The left side of my chest felt even colder, as if someone had squeezed tons of ice into it, cold and heavy.
… … … …
The next day, Xia Xingchen fell ill.
It was so cold that day, the cold didn't go away, and the depression attacked my heart, so I started to have a fever. The fever was over 39°, almost 40°, and I was not conscious at all.
Not to mention working, I can’t even get out of bed.
Xia Xingchen wanted to continue working despite his illness, but was stopped by Yu Zenan. He called Yu Zeyao and said that he had something urgent to do and had to return home early, so he quit the job halfway. Yu Zeyao had always been unable to do anything with him, so he allowed him to come back.
So, on the third day, when Xia Xingchen's fever subsided a little, Yu Zenan took her on the plane back home.
The first-class seat was spacious, and she kept falling asleep and waking up. When she was half asleep, she felt someone covering her with a blanket.
White Night...
Her dry lips moved and she murmured something. Her cold little hands subconsciously fluttered in the air and held a warm big hand.
As if to absorb the heat, she held on tightly and would not let go.
Her mind was in a trance, filled with the image of the man who made her heart ache...