Chapter 33: What Else Do You Want To Do?

  Break up.

  Her eyes sank coldly, she was thinking of dumping him.

  He's always been the one who dumps women. This woman actually dares to be so bold and speak to him like that.

  A surge of inexplicable discomfort and anger rose in his heart. His deep, cold eyes suddenly became stormy. He grasped Cold Creek's jaw with one hand. His handsome face was like a sudden rainstorm. "From the moment you stepped into my side, you had no right to choose. Before I've had enough of you, wanting to quit is impossible unless you're dead." His handsome eyes were sinister and menacing, the veins on his temples bulging violently.

  The lower jaw transmitted the pain of being pinched to pieces, and the cold creek's brain was pale and sinking. She stared at his eyes shining with tears, looking at him who was furious at this moment, suddenly feeling very strange. Obviously they were close at hand, but she felt herself getting farther and farther away from him.

  Is this the reason he kept her by his side? Just to show off his power and prestige. To show off his overbearing attitude.

  The originally shattered heart collapsed in an instant, and the cold creek's chest was pained by the accumulated resentment that surged up and down. The world seen through tearful eyes made even Ling Han's face appear blurry and distorted, making it really hard for her to see clearly.

  A suffocating feeling in my chest. My head spins dizzily. The figure before me blurs bit by bit. At this moment, all Cold Creek can feel is the icy pain in his heart. His body goes limp. Everything before him suddenly turns black.

  The face pinched between the fingertips suddenly softened. The narrow, deep eyes narrowed. The cold eyebrows furrowed. A hint of worry flashed across the bottom of his eyes. "Xī ér, quickly go call Dr. Shào."

  The confinement nurse heard Ling Han's violent shouting and was so frightened that her hands and feet were trembling as she quickly ran out...

  Looking at her pale face, Ling Han's heart was racing with anxiety. A sense of unease stirred his emotions, making him feel both irritable and heavy-hearted.

  Dr. Shao rushed over quickly, pinched the person in front of him, and Cold Creek's eyes, which had just opened dazedly, hadn't even had time to clearly see the outside world before her arm felt cool. Dr. Shao had already given Cold Creek an injection of sedative. Her consciousness grew hazy again, and she fell into a deep sleep.

  "Ah, don't blame Xi'er either. The child is gone. She's also suffering in her heart. I know you're in pain too. Since that's the case, why must we torment each other? Let's get along well and try to have another child, it's the best medicine to comfort our souls." Dr. Shao sighed, his eyebrows filled with sorrow and regret.

  I knew that if Leng Xi found out that the child was gone, she would collapse and be unable to bear it. I didn't expect it to be so severe that she fainted.

  Ling Han was extremely infuriated and wiped his face with a slap. He punched the wall, causing the muscles on his face to twitch slightly. In short, he felt terrible inside.

  When the woman said she wanted to break up with him, his heart was inexplicably angry. The flames of anger suddenly burned all his blood vessels. His blood couldn't flow freely and he felt like he was about to explode.

  However, seeing how much she cares about the child, Ling Han's heart has a small comfort. At least she still cares about his flesh and blood.

  He took a deep breath and walked to the sofa, gazing at Leng Qing's serene face. His magnetic voice was tinged with a hint of desolation. "She can be discharged from the hospital."

  "If you want to. You can take her away now." Dr. Shao didn't look at Ling Han, and instead packed up his medical equipment.

  He was at his wit's end with her. In his entire life, he had never met a woman as stubborn and strong-willed as she was.

  Ling Han's good temper picked up Leng Xi and walked out of the ward. Dr. Shao looked at Ling Han walking away, that tall and dignified back, silently shaking his head.

  Put Leng Creek on the soft and fluffy big bed, looking at her pale face as white as paper, long eyelashes motionless, weak appearance, in a certain corner of Ling Han's heart, inexplicably hurting.

  He stretched out his slender palm, stroking her smooth face like an egg. He felt the warmth on her face and that delicate, velvety touch. Ling Han's heart moved slightly. A surge of unspeakable excitement flowed through his throat, making it a little dry.

  No mistake, he can't leave her body now. Buried in her body, that soft, warm and delicate touch, that sticky wrapping, the refreshing feeling it brings to him has deeply penetrated his brain, making him want to go crazy for her just thinking about it.

  She's like a poison, planted in his heart, impossible to pull out. And the best antidote is her body. As long as he buries himself in her body, freely galloping inside her. He can feel the boiling of blood throughout his body and the unobstructed flow of his veins. Letting his entire body and mind soar.

  But this feeling can't be found in other women. Even if other women are extremely beautiful and charming, they can't arouse his interest.

  He suddenly had a movement in his heart, took off his shoes and outerwear, got on the bed, lay beside her, wrapped her body in his arms, held her tightly, rested his chin on her hair, sniffed her unique charm, and felt her thumping little heart.

  At that moment, it was so peaceful, letting him get used to the tightness, getting used to the slightly calm heart of being reckless.

  In a daze, she felt someone hugging her. The broad chest was warm and gave off an inexplicable sense of security. There was also that steady heartbeat pounding beside her face, making her feel an unconscious flutter in her heart. Who was it?

  Leng Xi dazedly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a blurry vision of wheat-colored skin, lean and powerful, with two sensual red beans - it was a man.

  She could clearly feel a pair of strong arms embracing her, holding her. Was it Ling Han? At this moment, was the one holding her really Ling Han? A warm current surged in her heart, and she unknowingly sank into dreamland.

  Early morning. The cold creek was awakened by a burst of floral fragrance.

  Her slender arm stretched out from under the quilt, leaning to one side, but found nothing. Her eyelashes, like dense combs, fluttered open. She slowly opened her eyes, turned sideways, and found no one beside her. Had she been dreaming last night? She couldn't help feeling a little lost.

  She was stunned by everything in front of her... She quickly rubbed her eyes. As a result, everything in front of her was still there.

  A bunch of roses placed beside the pillow, not all red roses, there are red ones, white ones, yellow ones, and even blue roses...

  Vibrant colors intertwined in a harmonious bundle, alternating and intricately designed, fragrance wafting everywhere, petals tantalizing.

  Not just the bedside, even the dresser with a mirror was filled with bouquets of roses. Sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling window sneaked through the curtains and danced on the petals, giving off a subtle sheen. The unique fragrance of the flowers filled the entire room. Flowers are already visually stunning, especially so many precious roses shining before one's eyes, leaving one breathless with an indescribable shock.

  Leng Xi was shocked and her eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't hide the turmoil in her heart at this moment. Looking around, she only then realized that she was already in Ling Han's room.

  Is this really arranged by Ling Han? Last night wasn't a dream, was it really Ling Han who carried her to sleep? A warm current suddenly surged in his heart, but the contradictory eye sockets became sour.

  Happiness has gone overboard. It's so happy that it brings tears. This sentence is deeply verified in Leng Xi's heart at this moment.

  "Knock knock." The door was knocked a few times. Leng Xi's heart skipped a beat, his anxiety hard to suppress. Was it him? He hastily wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and called out, "Come in..."

  Three women pushed open the door and entered, with aprons tied around their waists, apparently newly hired maids.

  Ling Han is very low-key and cold. He doesn't like to keep many servants at home, so usually only Lou Shu is cleaning the whole Ling's house. Occasionally, some temporary workers are hired to clean up the villa.

  These are all new faces. Must be Ling Han's new recruits.

  "Miss Leng, we're here to serve you." Three women approached with smiles, very deferential.

  Serve

  Leng Xi suddenly opened his eyes wide. A bad feeling flashed across his heart. Ling Han was up to something again.

  Last time she dressed up was for her auction. What about this time?

  "Miss, these flowers were specially prepared for you by the young master. The young master is waiting for you downstairs. You can go down to see him once you're dressed."

  While Leng Xi was stunned, three women had already come forward and supported him as they walked towards the bathroom. Leng Xi was caught off guard.

  "It's better to be careful during this confinement period. We'll come and help you with your bath." The women said it politely, but when they helped Leng Xi undress, there was no ambiguity. It made Leng Xi feel extremely uncomfortable all over.

  Again dressed up nicely. A beautiful skirt. Light makeup. And that beautiful rose.

  Leng Xi's heart was inexplicably racing with anxiety. He was in a state of utter chaos. Ling Han was a man of many schemes and his depth was unfathomable. It was impossible to easily trust him now.

  Dressed up in Linxiang. One of the women stuffed a bouquet of roses into her hand and gestured for her to go down.

  Leng Xi glanced at her face uncomfortably, blinked, and still went downstairs. Her heart was uncertain and she thought to herself: if Ling Han was going to tease her again, she would not cooperate and let him play a solo show by himself.

  Everything in the living room was frozen in her gaze.

  The rectangular dining table was set up luxuriously. The white tablecloth shone brightly under the sunlight. Elegant high-footed cups were placed nobly at both ends of the table. What caught the eye most was that on this side of the dining table near the stairs, several bundles of dazzling roses were inserted, their fragrance enticing people.

  At the other end of the table sat a noble and elegant man, with a handsome face that exuded masculine wildness and charm. The white shirt he wore looked exceptionally good on him, dignified and refined. His deep eyes were shrouded in mystery, his mouth curved into a faint smile, with a hint of playfulness and mischief, staring intently at Leng Xi.

  "Ling... Ling Han..." Leng Xi blinked in shock at the scene before her eyes. A cry came from amidst the clouds and mist.

  This cold tomb is also thinking of singing which opera.

  Black hair falls to her shoulders, like flowing water pouring down, bringing a natural and refreshing feeling. Her big eyes are as lively as an ancient spring, shining with bright light. Her small face is slightly flushed, matching the red rose in her hand, making even the rose pale in comparison. I finally understand what it means for a person to be more beautiful than flowers.

  At the moment he saw Leng Xi, Ling Han's mind wandered for a moment. It wasn't until he heard Leng Xi call out to him that he snapped back to reality. He raised his hand and lightly beckoned her over, a sly smile playing on his thin lips. His low, husky voice was like a gentle stream. "Come here..."

  The creek's back was cool. How come his smile is so sinister?