Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“No.” Cheng Yan smiled faintly at her. “I’m quite worried seeing you like this.”
Bo Cixue shook her head and squeezed out a smile on her face. “I won’t die because of a breakup.”
Cheng Yan frowned. “You broke up with the Crown Prince?”
Bo Cixue hummed. “You’re the Deputy Head here. I’m sure you know that he didn’t attend the engagement party yesterday and sent a woman over.”
Cheng Yan sighed. “I didn’t expect this to happen. Does the Crown Prince have some unspeakable reason?”
Bo Cixue pursed her lips and smiled. Her words were calm. “That’s the first woman he took to heart. Whether he loves or hates her, she has nothing to do with me in the future.”
The elevator stopped at the first floor and Bo Cixue strode out of the inpatient department.
Cheng Yan followed behind Bo Cixue. After leaving the door, Bo Cixue tured back to look at him and pointed at the blue sky. “Look, it’s not dark yet!”
It was just a breakup, the world was still spinning and the sun was rising and setting.
People had to look forward and live well.
Cheng Yan sent Bo Cixue to her car. After Bo Cixue got into the car, she lowered the driver’s window.
“Tm going to work.” Bo Cixue covered her face with her hands. “I still have to touch up my makeup when I get to the research institute. I must look terrible now.”
“I’s not ugly.” Cheng Yan smiled at her. Suddenly, he flicked his right index finger and thumb. After a crisp sound, a beautiful lily appeared in front of her.
Bo Cixue widened her eyes slightly. “I didn’t seem to blink just now. Where did you get it from?”
“You’re as beautiful as this flower.” Cheng Yan handed her the flower. “You have to be happy.”
Bo Cixue and Cheng Yan could be considered friends. She knew that he had only given her this flower to make her happy and had no other intentions, so she accepted it.
“Chief Cheng, thank you.”
“Why are you still calling me Chief Cheng?”
Bo Cixue burst into laughter. “Old Cheng.”
Cheng Yan looked helpless. “Be careful on the road.”
“Alright, thank you Old Cheng. I’ll introduce you to a girl that suits you next time.”
Cheng Yan waved at her, looking like he was telling her to leave quickly.
Ye Jie stood on the balcony of the ward and saw everything downstairs.
“Your Highness, Sixteen is awake.”
Ye Jie tumed around and returned to the ward.
The woman on the bed opened her eyes. When she saw Ye Jie, her pupils constricted slightly. Soon, she covered her head with the blanket, as if she did not dare to look at him.
Ye Jie walked to the bed and lifted the blanket.
His voice was unprecedentedly cold. “Why? You don’t dare to face me?”
The woman slowly opened her eyes and met with his cold black eyes. Her lips trembled. “Kill me!”
“Kill you?” He laughed coldly. “Is it that easy?”
He took a few steps forward, his hand grabbing her slender neck like an iron lock.
Her breath was held by him and she could not breathe, her face turning red.
She closed her eyes and let him strangle her. She did not beg for mercy or make a sound. She was rarely so strong.
Just when she thought he was going to strangle her to death, he let go of her.
His dark eyes were cold as he looked down at her. “Why did you lure me out back then?”
Her lips moved. “For someone.”
After Bo Cixue arrived at the research institute, she received a call from Ye Qingcheng at noon.
Ye Qingcheng arrived at the research institute and Bo Cixue brought her to the canteen to eat.
“Tm going back to the country in the afternoon. My mother is urging me to go back.” Ye Qingcheng puffed up his cheeks. After complaining about her mother, he looked at Bo Cixue worriedly. “I’m quite worried about you, but I’m relieved to see that you’re still workin;
“Pull me back into the group. I don’t plan to run away for the time being. I have to make you happy in the group every day.”
Bo Cixue almost spat out the juice she had drunk. She reached out and pinched Ye Qingcheng’s face. “I’m happy to hear that.”
With that said, he pulled Ye Qingcheng back into the group.
Ye Qingcheng and Bo Cixue followed Ye Xuan to the airport after lunch.
Ye Xuan did not take a private plane to attend Ye Jie and Bo Cixue’s engagement ceremony.
They sat in first class.
After Ye Qingcheng got on the plane, she put on her earphones and eye mask.
She was so angry last night that she could not fall asleep.
She could not understand why Ye Jie was willing to attend the engagement party.
‘What was most infuriating was that after A Country’s Irene found out about this, she had even sent her a message saying that she wanted to come to the capital to make Cixue happy.
That vixen, Ailin, had hidden herself too well in the past and had attracted both men and women.
Fortunately, she was smart enough to tell Irene that Cixue had gone on a vacation with her family. Otherwise, if Irene came over, she would make things difficult for Cixue.
Ye Qingcheng did not sit with Ye Xuan. Although Ye Xuan was younger than her, he was mature. It did not mean that she was bad here or there. It sounded annoying.
Before the plane took off, Ye Qingcheng felt someone sitting beside her.
She did not move and was sleepy.
She did not sleep well last night and fell asleep very quickly after the plane took off.
She had a dream that the plane had crashed and she had fallen into the desert.
Her mouth was extremely thirsty. She swallowed hard, but her thirst was still not quenched.
She opened her eyes and pulled off her blindfold, only to find that she was dreaming.
She only dreamed that she had entered the desert because she was too thirsty in reality.
Ye Qingcheng saw that there was a glass of water on the table. She reached out to take the glass and took sip.
After drinking it, she almost vomited.
Why was it bitter coffee?
Ye Qingcheng was so bitter that her facial features were scrunched together. She stuck out her tongue and was about to call the air stewardess over when she turned around and her eyes widened when she saw the man sitting beside her.
W-Why was it the man she had fallen in love with at first sight?
Ye Qingcheng looked at the black coffee in her hand and swallowed. “I-I… drank yours?”
Luo Zhou looked at Ye Qingcheng’s distorted and frightened expression and his thin lips curled up slightly. He did not say anything and called the air stewardess over.
“Mr Luo, what would you like to order?”
“Give me a cup of warm water.”
The air stewardess quickly brought a cup of warm water and Luo Zhou handed it to Ye Qingcheng.
Ye Qingcheng put down his coffee in a daze and took the warm water from him, saying with a stiff expression, “Thank you.”
Ye Qingcheng finished the water in the glass in one go and turned to face the porthole with a hot face. Her facial features were scrunched up in frustration and she even punched her head a few times.
She did not expect that the porthole would reflect her distressed appearance and the smile on Luo Zhou’s lips deepened.
He looked away, his clear eyes landing on the coffee cup she had drunk from.
There was a faint red lipstick mark on it..
