Ling Luo couldn't refute Ning Mengyao's words. In her previous life, Ning Mengyao was the daughter of a big family. She had extraordinary talent for business. People in the family had to focus on cultivating her. At that time, she left the family. Eventually he became a world-renowned sommelier.
Not only that, in just two or three years away from home, her cooking skills were comparable to a master level. As long as she liked, she would learn it, but she had never been greedy for the power and money of her family.
"Yao'er, have you really decided?" Ling Luo looked at Ning Mengyao, whose expression no longer had the excitement before, but was instead cold and indifferent.
Ning Mengyao looked at Ling Luo indifferently: "When I left, you should know that there is no possibility between us."
Ling Luo looked at Ning Mengyao, looking straight at her.
"I will make you regret today's decision. How can a man with nothing let you live a peaceful life? Yao'er, you will come back to me sooner or later." Ling Luo said seriously.
Qiao Tianchang looked at Ling Luo sarcastically, with disdain in his eyes: "You don't have to worry about it anymore, Yaoyao, let's go back."
"OK."
Ling Luo stood there and watched the two of them return side by side to the seemingly simple house.
At this time, the people around Ling Luo suddenly came to him: "Your Majesty, there is news over there that the Crown Princess is pregnant."
Although the words were not loud, they were still heard by Ning Mengyao and Qiao Tianchang. They paused for a moment. Ning Mengyao looked up and saw the worry in Qiao Tianchang's eyes and smiled at him, saying that she was fine.
Ling Luo frowned, pregnant? How could it be at this time
"Go back." Ling Luo glanced deeply at Ning Mengyao's back. Although there was an insurmountable gap between them now, he believed that one day she would be tired of this life and return to him.
Ling Luo mounted the horse and left without hesitation, but Ning Mengyao smiled slightly.
In fact, that's fine. I hope he won't come back after he leaves. After all, he already has a wife and will have a son soon. If he continues like this, he will bring endless trouble to himself.
When Ling Luo returned home, Xiao Zixuan had already been taken home. When she saw him coming back, she had a shy smile on her face: "Husband, you are back."
"Yes." Ling Luo nodded lightly and placed his gaze on Xiao Zixuan's belly, his eyes searching.
That look made Xiao Zixuan unable to maintain the smile on her face: "Husband, what are you looking at? Is there anything wrong?"
"It's okay, I just didn't realize it for a moment. How old is the child?" Ling Luo walked to Xiao Zixuan's side and gently stroked her belly with his hand, as if he cherished this child very much.
Xiao Zixuan was a little worried at first, but after seeing Ling Luo like this, a smile finally appeared on her face.
"The doctor just came to see her, it's been two months." Xiao Zixuan said, caressing her belly, and finally put her hand on Ling Luo's.
Xiao Zixuan lowered her eyes and raised her head after a while: "Husband, if you like that girl, then bring her back."
Ling Luo's hand that was about to pull away paused: "Why?"
Xiao Zixuan smiled with a gentle and knowledgeable look: "Looking at the paintings that my husband is so precious to, I think you must like the girl in the painting very much. Now that I am pregnant too, someone should take care of you, so I think …”
"Don't say any more about this matter." Ling Luo interrupted Xiao Zixuan, stood up from the bed and walked to the window.
Standing at the window and looking at everything outside, he actually arranged this courtyard according to Ning Mengyao's ideas. At that time, he thought they would be together.
But in the end they separated. He had Xiao Zixuan by his side and would have a child soon, while she also had another man by her side.
He could feel that Ning Mengyao was not acting for him, but that she really liked that man.
Lowering her eyes, there was a flash of self-mockery in her eyes. She was right, he was the one who ruined their relationship with his own hands.