Chapter 898 - 918: We Must Bring Xiaonuan Back (Part 1)
On the back of his hand, threads of blood have already seeped out.
"Miss Qi Yue, you should head back first. I’ll have the driver take you," Qin Yi hurriedly said upon seeing this.
Qi Yue looked at Nangong Yaoling, his demeanor tense, unable to stop trembling. She raised her chin high, gazing at the ceiling.
As if she feared shedding tears.
Qi Yue suddenly felt a slight shock in her heart.
Young Master... he really does care about Xiaonuan.
She could sense Young Master’s heartache. Such a proud man, he indeed... has done enough for Xiaonuan.
It’s just... these two have always misunderstood each other and, by a twist of fate, drifted further apart.
Fortunately, everything has now been made clear.
She suddenly felt a sense of relief pervade her whole being.
As for... that Situ Yan, she placed her hand on her lower abdomen, her heart already in turmoil.
It turns out he is a bad guy, a killer.
Then, how can her child have such a father?
But what to do, she couldn’t possibly get rid of the child, right?
She simply couldn’t bear to!
So... now that Young Master knows, there’s nothing she can do to stop anything from happening.
As for Situ Yan...
She can only apologize.
Baby, don’t blame mommy. Mommy has to do this. It’s for a greater good.
Qi Yue left the president’s office.
Qin Yi looked at Nangong Yaoling and said, "Young Master... you..."
Seeing Nangong Yaoling like this, he suddenly didn’t know what to say.
"Leave," Nangong Yaoling said through gritted teeth.
Qin Yi nodded, understanding that now Young Master indeed needed some quiet time alone.
After all, too much has happened recently.
Qin Yi walked to the door and stepped out, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
The moment the door shut, Nangong Yaoling suddenly collapsed into the chair.
Joy, surprise, regret, heartbreak, and various complex emotions instantly completely overwhelmed him.
He sat in the chair like a wooden figure, motionless for a full ten minutes.
In his mind, the words of Qi Yue echoed repeatedly.
"Xiaonuan initially... agreed to Situ Yan to save your life!"
"Xiaonuan said the most important thing in love is trust. If Young Master can’t trust her, staying means nothing..."
Such words cut through the softest part of his heart like knives, slicing him again and again.
Each time, he’s drenched in blood.
Yet he couldn’t help but think of them. These words for him were like a land dried up all summer suddenly receiving rain, the joy of this nourishing felt overwhelming.
But... there was also a sense of despair and fear engulfing him, making him afraid, for he had dried out the land that should have been nurtured, not knowing if it was meaningful to remedy it now.
Xiaonuan, why are you so foolish?
He thought of the last time they dined together, he had hit her in a fit of rage at the dinner table.
His hand on the table slowly clenched into a fist.
On the handsome face of the man, in an instant, as if undergoing earth-shattering, sea-changing transformations.
His long eyelashes gently trembled.
The afternoon light poured in through the tall floor-to-ceiling window, shining on the man’s stunningly beautiful visage, yet at that moment, it swept past with a hint of shattering.
A tear, crystal clear like a pearl, fell from his lashes.