Ye Zilin couldn't see any answer she wanted from her indifferent face, so she could only leave, opened the door of the study, walked in the corridor, and saw Qi Yu.
"Third Young Master Qi, do you really love Jiang Ruoxi?" Ye Zilin asked him directly.
Qi Yu was silent, he loved, deeply and intensely, but in order to make Ruoxi happy and to prevent Ruoxi from being hurt again, he would rely on her.
"If you love her, you should let her stay with you instead of letting her see other men." Ye Zilin kindly reminded him, "Be careful of her falling into the hands of other men."
"Miss Ye, you are worrying too much. Loving someone does not mean that you have to get it. The more you force yourself to do it, the farther away you will be." Qi Yu could see that Ye Zilin is a strong person. No matter in every aspect,
She has a strong possessive desire, and Leng Yan is the man she wants, and she will hold on to him tightly.
Ye Zilin looked at Qi Yu's indifferent expression and indifferent attitude. She snorted and left.
Qi Yu and Jiang Ruoxi stood in front of the window, watching Ye Zilin's leaving figure, "Did she say anything that made you sad?" Qi Yu turned around and asked.
Jiang Ruoxi reached out and took Qi Yu's arm, smiling lightly, "With you here, no one dares to bully me."
"Then what would you do if I wasn't by your side?" Qi Yu took her into his arms and sighed softly.
"Will you leave me?" Jiang Ruoxi turned her head slightly and raised her face to look at Qi Yu.
Qi Yu tapped her pretty nose, "No. Never." He would do anything to protect her, the little woman he loved to the core of his heart.
After dinner, Jiang Ruoxi and Mr. Qi sat alone in the study, "Uncle." The two of them sat like this, just like how Ruoxi looked when she first came to Qi's house five years ago.
"I'm sorry." The guilt in Jiang Ruoxi's heart could not be eliminated. She returned to Qi's house. The three ladies who had never liked her didn't say anything. She knew that it was because of Mr. Qi's relationship.
"Why are you saying sorry to me?" Mr. Qi was drinking tea leisurely, as if this incident had been expected by him.
"Is it because of Leng Yan? Or is it because of something else?"
Jiang Ruoxi remained silent.
"If it's just because of this, then you don't have to say sorry to me. Although you, girl, were a bit stubborn when you first came here, and I didn't like you a bit, after these five years, I think you are the most suitable for Yu'er.
Maybe Yu'er is not lucky." Mr. Qi was very open-minded. Leng Yan was a frequent guest on various financial TV and newspapers. How could Kaikai hide his facial features from him?
"If I hadn't followed Qi Yu here back then, maybe everything would have been different?" Jiang Ruoxi said lightly, as if the scene when she first came here that day was still before her eyes.
Mr. Qi stood up and sat next to Jiang Ruoxi, "Silly girl, no matter what, Kaikai is my grandson."
"Uncle." Jiang Ruoxi's eyes narrowed, "Kaikai is your grandson and has always been."
"Okay, it's getting late. You're tired enough these past two days. Go and rest early." Mr. Qi patted her hand and nodded towards her.
Jiang Ruoxi walked up to the second floor, and along the long corridor, even a small step seemed a bit heavy, and suddenly Qi Yu's voice came into her ears.
"Is there still no news about Kai Kai? Have you not even seen Leng Yan?" Qi Yu frowned tightly. Leng Yan had done enough, and he might have sent Kai Kai out of the UK.
Jiang Ruoxi stood by the door, stunned. In fact, she understood that Leng Yan was still the same. Even after so many years, he had not changed. As long as he wanted, no matter what it was, he would control it as he wished.
in hands.
However, this time, did he take Kaikai away because he wanted to have a son, or did he want to use his son to contain her?
After being separated for so many years, she had been hiding for so many years because she wanted to protect her son, but he took his son away and asked her to go back with him. So is there any reason for her not to go back?
Qi Yu hung up the phone, turned around, and saw Jiang Ruoxi standing by the door in a daze, "Ruoxi, you..."
"I just came up." Jiang Ruoxi smiled slightly, walked towards him step by step, opened her arms and leaned into his arms.
She should have been able to accept his warmth and care, and she was willing to accept it, but she was crushed hard and all her dreams came to nothing.
The damage has been done and cannot be made up. Just like Leng Yan and her, they are destined to miss each other and suffer severe pain again.
"Is it okay to stay here at night?" Qi Yu lowered his head and asked her in his arms.
Jiang Ruoxi nodded vigorously.
Qi Yu sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Jiang Ruoxi who was sleeping soundly, lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently, "No matter what decision you make, no matter where you go, I will be with you."
The lights in the room were dimmed, leaving only a bedside lamp, emitting dim light, weak and hazy.
Jiang Ruoxi heard the sound of the door closing, and her closed watery eyes opened again, two lines of tears fell down, her lips were lightly pinked, and she could only faintly utter the words "I'm sorry."
Leng Yan was leaning against the window, holding a glass of wine in his hand. The amber liquid looked even more translucent under the light of the crystal lamp. Accompanied by ice cubes, he raised his head and drank it all.
The night was dark and deep, with a gloomy feeling, as if it was shrouded in a black mist that could not be moved away. No matter how bright the neon lights in the city were, they seemed extremely dim. The whole night, Leng Yan sat on the sofa, drinking one cup after another.
He drank without feeling drunk at all.
The sky was white and it was a sunny day today. The warm sunshine warmed the earth early. Jiang Ruoxi put on a white gauze skirt and left the Qijia villa alone without saying goodbye or leaving a word.
What else can she take away? Where can she take her? She has never had a sense of belonging. Over the years, she has forgotten her parents who abandoned her and has never looked for them because there is no trace.
She just wanted to take her son back.
In the long corridor of the hotel, Jiang Ruoxi's white figure and the vermilion carpet were so eye-catching. Her small body leaned against the wall and squatted at the door of his room. She did not have the courage to ring the doorbell.
Leng Yan was still dressed in splendor, and his whole body was all handmade by the world's top designers in suits. They fit tightly on his tall and tall body, making him look unusually handsome. However, his handsome appearance lacked a bit of heroism, and he was much more handsome.
Feeling exhausted, he opened the door, and what came into his eyes was the small white figure squatting by the door. Her black hair obscured her face, but it still made his heart startled.