Qingting couldn't help but sigh, "Really? What do you mean?"
Leng Qirui's face was bitter, and he struggled to squeeze out a sentence, "Give me some time, let me clean up first... my mommy..."
He couldn't say the rest of it. This was the biggest secret of the Leng family.
Qingting couldn't bear to look at his handsome face twisted in pain, turned his head and helped him continue, "I'm sick."
And it’s mental. I don’t know whether it’s innate or acquired.
No matter what the situation is, it is a scandal for the Leng family. No wonder the mistress of the Leng family has always been a mystery.
For Leng Qirui, it feels uncomfortable, and he has to face many subsequent events.
Life is not easy for anyone!
So, she doesn't blame him, nor does she hate him!
He is destined to have no connection with her!
It’s just a deep love!
Leng Qirui shivered as if he had been stabbed with a knife. The pain on his face was unbearable to see, "You..."
There are countless grievances and repressed discomforts, countless pains to say, but when the words come to his mouth, he swallows them all. He is a man, the perfect Rui Shao in the eyes of the world. He cannot show weakness, complain, bleed, or shed tears.
No matter how painful it is, you have to swallow it in your stomach.
"Yes, my mommy is sick and can't stand stimulation. I can't help it, but she is a good woman. We can try to get her consent, just think it's for me, okay?"
His posture was very low, with the greatest sincerity in his life. This was also his last effort, for her and for himself!
He will regret losing her!
Listening to the gentle and subtly pleading words, Qingting almost softened her heart and was about to agree, but suddenly the faces of the Ye family appeared in front of her eyes, and a sense of weakness came to her heart. She closed her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have time."
The word "I'm sorry" is like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into Leng Qirui's heart, causing him to twitch with pain. It hurts so much, "Tingting, is this all you love for me?"
Qingting was in a daze and put his hand on his heart, trying to suppress the heartache.
"If my mother is still alive, even if she is crazy, even if she is terminally ill, I will be grateful for God's gift. For her, I will do everything, even my own life, not to hurt her in the slightest. In my life
In my life, mother is just a noun, and I have never felt the warm maternal love..."
A burst of tears suddenly rushed into my eyes, and the crystal clear tears couldn't help but burst out, one after another, like tiny pearls, cold to the bone, "But I think, if she is alive, she must be a good mother, very good."
Love loves me very much...I don't have such an opportunity, but you have it. No matter how much wealth and power you have, it can't compare to a mother who loves you deeply..."
At the end of the story, I burst into tears and couldn't speak idioms.
Leng Qirui looked at her with heartache. She never cried. In his memory, Ye Qingting was brave enough to put everyone to shame. She was so strong that she seemed to have no tears. She always smiled in front of others, her smile was bright and beautiful.
No matter she is facing enemies or friends, she always smiles!
But at this moment, she actually cried!
How painful her heart must be. Did he make her cry?
He couldn't help but reach out to her with his hand, but when he was in the air, she turned her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, still so stubborn.
Damn, what a heartbreaking stubbornness!
Can she, like ordinary girls, learn to be weak, learn to rely on men, and learn to push all her troubles onto others?
But is that still Ye Qingting?
Proud, self-willed, smart, a person who doesn’t ask for wealth but would rather be broken into pieces!