Qu Lingqiang gently patted Lu Zixun's shoulder and said to Lin Feng on the phone: "Isn't Lin Xue still abroad? How did they get in touch?"
Lin Feng paused: "My sister will return to China next week! She is divorced!"
Qu Lingqiang looked strange. He stood up and walked to the living room window: "Didn't she just get married for less than a year? How could she get divorced?"
Lin Feng was a little angry: "What do you think? Qu Lingqiang, what are you pretending to be! If she hadn't completely given up on you, how could she go abroad and have a flash marriage with that scumbag?"
Qu Lingqiang pursed his lips, with a heavy expression, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. A woman wearing a dark green long-sleeved dress, long hair shawl, and a bookish atmosphere appeared in his mind, as if she had stepped out of an ink landscape painting.
Lin Xue, Lin Feng's sister, is one year older than him, and they grew up together.
In high school, there was a boy in the school who used to stalk Lin Xue because of his family's money. Once, he blocked Lin Xue in an alley. He happened to be passing by and had a fight with the opponent one against five. He was beaten by the opponent.
The beating resulted in broken ribs and he was hospitalized for more than half a month.
Lin Xue went to the hospital every day to deliver meals to him and make up for his classes.
Later, after going to college, everyone went their separate ways. He and his sister went abroad one after another. However, they always kept in touch.
Lin Xue and her sister have always been good best friends.
When he was twenty-two years old, they met again when he returned to China to have his son Xun. At that time, Lin Xue was already a well-known beauty writer in China.
They just had a brief chat at that time. After Lin Xue helped him complete the procedures, he hugged Zixun and left.
After returning, it didn't take long for him to meet Shi Yumeng.
Later, Shi Yumeng broke up with him because he disliked his lack of ambition. His sister died of illness, Zixun was snatched away by the Lu family, and his parents died one after another. He was devastated and decided to return to his country to settle down.
Of course, he has always been in contact with the Lin brothers and sisters after returning to China. It was the most painful period in his life, and Lin Xue stayed with him, enlightened him, and comforted him.
Slowly, a strange feeling for Lin Xue arose in his heart. However, Lin Xue had a fiancé at the time, and he had been restraining his feelings.
Until that day, he found that Lin Xue's fiancé was checking out a room with another woman. In anger, he stepped forward and beat the other woman up. The other party called the police and he was arrested.
Later, Lin Xue broke up with the man. She was detained for half a month for beating someone.
On the day he walked out of the detention center, Lin Xue came to pick him up.
During that time, Lin Xue was in a very low mood because her fiancé betrayed her and her work was sued for plagiarism. He stayed with her, encouraged her, and found someone to help her with the lawsuit.
He will always remember that it was an autumn evening. Under the dim street lights, the wind picked up the fallen leaves on the ground and kept flying around them. Lin Xue's voice sounded softly in the autumn wind: "Ling Qiang, let's get married.
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That was the first time he heard Lin Xue call his name directly. He was stunned and stunned. A trace of ecstasy flashed in his heart, but after the ecstasy, he cruelly rejected her.
He had just joined the Lu Group at that time, and he was only thinking about dealing with the Lu family, avenging his sister, and getting Zixun back. Hatred had already invaded his entire heart.
Lin Xue, such a gentle and beautiful woman deserves a better person. He, Qu Lingqiang, is just a poor boy full of anger and nothing. His inferiority and hatred made him cruelly reject such a beautiful woman on such an autumn afternoon.
Painted woman.
Lin Xue looked stunned at that time, and then, without saying anything, she turned around and walked away silently. The wind blew her black hair, and her back was lonely and lonely.