Chapter 47
"Her affairs, you and I are unable to help, even if we want to control it, we can only see her own destiny." Lu Wanru looked at Bo Wen, the words turned and said in a low voice, "And the one who is really suffering should not be us, but Lu Wanqiu, she should be the one with the biggest headache, maybe with her involvement, things will take a new turn?"
"Really?" Bo Wen's eyes lit up.
"The turnaround is also Xia Mao's, it doesn't have a single thing to do with you!" Lu Wanru unceremoniously knocked away the hint of illusion he had.
Bo Wen leaned heavily into the seat behind him and sighed bitterly.
Lu Wanru wordlessly shifted her gaze out of the window, many things are not planned as quickly as they are changed, making people unpredictable.
The car of Lu Wanru and Bo Wen just drove out not long after, Ling Yichen's car also drove out, carrying Ling Yichen and Xia Mao, and drove to the hospital.
It was not until then that Leng Junsheng crashed into Xia Mao's room, but it was empty.
Xia Mao was in a daze for two days before she woke up. Opening her eyes and looking at the familiar shed roof, she knew she was back in that flat of Ling Yichen's.
She sat leaning against the bed for a while before getting up and walking to the bathroom, locking the door behind her and taking a shower, feeling much fresher before she walked out of the bedroom in her housecoat.
Tian's mother, who was cleaning up the outer room, saw her and greeted her with a smile, reaching out to hold her arm, "You're awake, how are you feeling now? Are you still uncomfortable? Do you need to call a doctor to take another look?"
"No need." Xia Mao smiled at her, her eyes pausing for a moment on the closed door to the study.
"Sir is in the inner room dealing with official business." Tian Ma said, "I'll go to the kitchen and serve you some porridge."
"Thanks." Xia Mao leaned back gently on the sofa, smiled at Tian Ma and said, "You should stop using 'you' when you talk to me from now on, and use 'you' instead."
"How can that be, you're a sister." Tian's mother smiled and waved her hand.
She didn't know that the good 'sis' had made Xia Mao's mood a little more depressed, "I'm not 'sis'."
Tian Ma saw that her face had lost a lot of weight, so she went to the kitchen and brought her back a bowl of congee, "Sir said you like skinny meat congee with eggs, how about you try it? Would you like some savoury vegetables?"
"Thanks." Xia Mao took it and took a sip, "It's delicious."
"Then what do you want to eat for lunch? Tian Ma will make it for you." Tian Ma asked happily from the side.
"Just some congee for lunch as well." Xia Mao breathlessly put the congee bowl on the coffee table next to her.
"Why did you drink just this little bit?" Tian Ma was worried, "I've also prepared tofu brains and long buns for you, do you want to eat them?"
"I'll just have the congee, it's a bit hot now ......," Xia Mo's voice ended abruptly.
The door to the study opened and Ling Yichen walked out of the study.
Both of them looked at each other with four eyes, and neither of them spoke.
Tian Ma was busy quietly retreating to the kitchen.
"Do you feel better now?" Ling Yichen sat down on the sofa next to her and looked at her with a deep gaze.
"I don't want to live here." Xia Mo looked at him and said quietly.
"Let's move out tomorrow, or we can move later." Ling Yichen didn't hesitate in the slightest.
"You said you would let me go as long as I wanted to leave." Xia Mao lowered her eyes and misplaced his gaze.
"I don't want to let you leave, you can mention any requests you have to me." Ling Yichen's body leaned forward slightly, his arms resting on his knees, hands clasped together, "Whatever school you want to go to, as long as you don't live there."
"Are you trying to bag me?" Xia Mao put her legs up on the sofa and turned sideways, raising her eyebrows to look askance at his slightly furrowed brow, "But I don't want to."
"Xia Mao, I said I'm serious about you, I genuinely like you, I can give you anything except that marriage certificate, even after a hundred years, I can agree to be buried with you."
Xia Mao couldn't help but be unmoved by hearing this, and couldn't help but laugh lightly out loud.
"I'm serious." Looking at the woman who was smiling coquettishly, Ling Yichen said in a deep voice.
"A hundred years later, you and I are buried together and then wait for your two sons to go and plow up my grave?" Xia Mao thought about that scene and laughed so hard that even tears flowed out of her eyes, "When my sons find out, they will then go and fight for their lives, and then no matter who wins or loses, they can make a headline or a hot search to add some after-dinner talk to everyone ......"
"Xia Mao!" Ling Yichen gulped out, "What do you want from me?"
"Ling Yichen, one should not be too greedy, you already have a wife and son, as well as a lover and an illegitimate child, what else do you want me to do? To be a bed partner or a fuck buddy?" Xia Mo's voice was soft, but every word was like a knife, "Unfortunately, I don't care about either one."
Ling Yichen's face changed slightly and he became a little angry, "Then what do you want?"
"I want to leave." Xia Mo immediately said.
Ling Yichen stood up from the sofa and his face turned blue, "What if I don't let you?"
"Then you can just lock me up!" Xia Mao snickered.
Ling Yichen took one look at her, turned around and walked out.
Xia Mao finished her meal and searched around for her own phone, but didn't find it, so she changed her clothes, and without taking her suitcase, she went out of the bedroom to open the living room door.
But the door was locked on the outside and she couldn't push it open at all.
Xia Mao smiled bitterly and went back to the bedroom, quietly laying back on the bed, closing her eyes and going back to sleep.
Two days later, Ling Yichen received a call from Tian's mother: "Sir, Sis hasn't gotten up for two days, and she's not eating or drinking."
"Why did you only tell me?" Ling Yichen was in a hurry all of a sudden and rushed to his flat.
He had slept at the office for the past two days, firstly because there were too many things that he had pressed down the previous days that needed to be dealt with, and secondly because he wanted to leave Xia Mao out in the cold for a while, so that she could think about it properly and could understand that he was genuinely good to her.
But what he didn't expect was that she had gone on a hunger strike!
After entering the bedroom and looking at the woman lying motionless on the bed, Ling Yichen closed the bedroom door with his hand.
With a flutter of her eyelashes, the woman opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.
"Why the hunger strike?" Ling Yichen sat on the edge of the bed and raised his hand to touch her fair and delicate face, using his fingers to gently trace her delicate brows, "Is it to tell me that you'd rather die than follow me?"
"I don't want much, just a lifetime and a pair, to be with each other and not to leave each other." The woman's glowing eyes had grown dim.
"I promise you," Ling Yichen took her cold hand, "to be with you and only you for a lifetime."
"Unfortunately, I can't be the only one by your side," Xia Mo begged, "or ...... let go!"
An inexplicable feeling of affection surged up Ling Yichen's heart like a shocking wave, and as soon as he lifted the quilt, he took her in his arms and kissed her headlessly ......
Chapter 48
Xia Mao did not struggle, nor did she move, she just let him take her in his arms, let his big hands reach into her clothes, let him strip off her clothes, let him crush herself under her.
Ling Yichen rushed into her body regardless, moving in and out of her body, and the sensitive woman was softened into a puddle in no more than a few minutes, the two of them entwined against each other on the bed, chanting and panting raggedly for a long time ......
The two of them were tangled up in the bed, panting and panting for a long time. Ling Yichen, covered in sweat, rolled off Xia Mao's body and lay on his back next to her, just as he was about to reach out and take her in his arms, he saw her roll over and pull the covers over her body, covering her face in the covers, her body trembling gently.
Ling Yichen's eyes sank and he pulled her into his arms, asking in a stern voice: "Why are you crying? Do you regret it? Can't you stop thinking about leaving all the time? I've been with you every day, and you're the only one in my heart, can't I?"
"No!" Xia Mao rolled over and sat up, looking at him with teary eyes, "I just want to leave you! I don't want to be with a married man! I don't want to be a third child, I don't want to be a mistress!"
Ling Yichen's face instantly turned fierce, since he grew up, he had never begged someone like this, nor had he ever wanted something so badly, but this woman didn't even want it!
"Even if you say no, it's no good!" The two naked bodies were rubbing back and forth, and the woman's desire to bathe rose again in no time.
Summer was in tears of embarrassment, saying "no", but her body couldn't help but cater to her.
Her heart was ashamed, but her body wanted to scream with pleasure, tormenting Xia Mao with tears streaming down her face.
Ling Yichen tightened his grip on her waist, thinking only to conquer her, to make this woman inseparable from him, to make her body inseparable from him ......
The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things.
The man felt the woman's softening, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he lowered his head and kissed the top of the woman's head, his arms tightened, and a certain unsoftened object pushed even further into her body.
The woman gave a discontented "grunt" almost immediately, and the corners of Ling Yichen's lips curled up gently.
The two of them cuddled together in the most intimate of positions and fell into a deep sleep.
From this day onwards, Xia Mao clearly felt that Ling Yichen was treating her better than before, staying with her in the flat for two days in a row.
Apart from the necessary bathroom breaks, he hardly ever let go of her hand.
Even when he was eating, answering the phone, watching TV and taking a shower, he held her in his arms, and most of the time, the two of them were making love non-stop, leaving traces of their lovemaking in the kitchen, dining room, living room, study, bathroom and corridor, almost every corner.
And Summer finally realised a problem: "Am I physically ill?"
"What's wrong?" Ling Yichen closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, his palms patting her back.
"How come I seem to be particularly ...... is that ...... that a bit horny?" Xia Mao got stoned for half a day and finally asked out of the mouth.
"I think you are very good like this, I like it." Ling Yichen said what he really meant, he really loved this sensitive body of hers.
"But ...... do I have a problem with my peripheral nerves? As soon as I touch it, I feel all over the place." Xia Mao said with some bitterness.
"That's a good look, I just like to see you all tense and with a pink face." Before he finished his sentence, Ling Yichen had another thought.
Xia Mao pushed him away with yet another hand, "Can you be more decent? In case I take the bus or go to a crowded place, if everyone touches me and I touch you, what if I have a reaction?"
Ling Yichen froze, he hadn't really thought of that possibility.
"I'll give you the driver's phone number tomorrow, let him pick you up and drop you off wherever you want to go, and if you want to go somewhere crowded, just tell me and I'll accompany you." Ling Yichen immediately said, "You can't go to places with too many people by yourself, it's not safe."
Xia Mao didn't say anything more, but in her heart she had already made up her mind to go to the hospital for a proper check-up, she was definitely sick when she was like this now.
"You haven't been to the office for two days, you'd better go to work tomorrow!" Xia Mao obediently lay beside him, not daring to move a muscle, she was really worried that if she moved, she would get herself excited.
"So what are you doing tomorrow?" Ling Yichen was always thinking that it would be good to touch her when he had nothing to do, but he also knew that this woman was not good at touching, so he could only put his arm around her and try not to provoke her.
"I want to pick a school, it's coming up to the end of August and schools are starting." Xia Mao also saw that she would have a hard time escaping from Ling Yichen's grasp for the time being, "If you don't register, it might be too late."
"I'm here, as long as you want to go to school, it's never too late," Ling Yichen's mind thought of several schools in D city and said, "You first think about what you study, I'll ask my secretary to bring you the profile of each school tomorrow, you pick one, I'll have someone do it right away, all in one day. Get it done."
"What if I see my classmates from high school? They're all sophomores and I'm only in my first year." Summer ended with a sigh.
"Then you can go up from sophomore year too if you want." Ling Yichen now felt that it didn't matter whether she went to university or not, "Or if you want to do any work, let's just go to work? You'll be three years ahead of your classmates by then."
"I want to study business management, and I want to study art on the side, so when I graduate, if I don't want to work, I can go to kindergarten and teach painting." Xia Mao thought about it and said, "Or I could study tour guiding, so I could travel around the world with a tour group."
"Then you should study business management and art," Ling Yichen kissed her hair, "I don't want to look for you everywhere, you'd better stay by my side."
Xia Mao curled up and didn't say anything. Ling Yichen's heart then seemed to lift up again.
He hesitated for half a day before he said in a warm voice, "Stay by my side, I will always treat you well."
Xia Mao sighed and put her arm around his waist, and Ling Yichen's raised heart fell back.
He didn't expect her to say yes right away, as long as she took this heart for now.
The next day, Ling Yichen accompanied Xia Mao to the office after breakfast. When he arrived at the office, he basically made a phone call to the flat once an hour, and repeatedly said the same thing: "What are you doing?"
"Is there anything you want to eat?"
......
"Will you stop calling? I'm thinking about something." He was so on edge that it made Xia Mao's heart sour.