Jin Jiangyuan, that clear-minded and quick-witted woman who didn't fight for anything, was also doing something that didn't fight for anything.
The red carpet news was playing on the computer. The woman holding Ling Han had a bright smile on her face. Ye Huanyan felt like she had completely lost the youthfulness and vitality on her face.
Maybe Ji Xiaoyue was right. She should go out for a walk and then decide if she should leave.
Ye Huanyan was packing when the black SUV stopped downstairs.
Her huge suitcase was already stuffed full of spring clothes and a few summer clothes. It looked like she was going to travel for a long time.
"Lingling, can you help me find two sets of toiletries for my trip? I remember there were a lot of small samples before. "
Ye Huanyan carefully walked over the suitcase to the door and shouted downstairs.
Lingling was cleaning up the kitchen. The sound of running water was too loud, so she didn't seem to hear it.
Ye Huanyan hesitated for a moment. In the end, she decided to put aside the packing matter and go find the clothes herself.
The stock of skincare products and toiletries were all in the closet next door. However, she usually asked Lingling to get them, so it was a little difficult to find them.
When Lingling turned off the tap and came out, she was shocked to see Ling Han enter the room.
"Young Master..."
Ling Han nodded and walked upstairs.
It took a lot of time and effort, but in the end, he still couldn't find a woman like her. Even the slight resemblance was just his imagination. He gave up.
Wasn't it just a child? If she wanted it, then so be it.
As long as she stayed by his side peacefully, it would be enough if he could occasionally feel a trace of comfort in this foul circle.
He twisted open the door and just as he stepped out, the tip of his foot hit an obstacle.
His gaze fell on the neatly packed suitcase. His originally gentle eyes gradually turned cold, and under the light, there was a faint cold light.
She's leaving?
Rustling sounds came from the closet next door. His home slippers dragged on the floor with a heavy thud as he pushed open the door.
Behind a long black leather sofa, a thin figure was squatting in front of a white Nordic-style cabinet.
"Lingling, where did you put your pajamas?" Ye Huanyan thought it was Lingling when she heard the door open, so she asked, "Is it in this closet?"
Ling Han silently walked into the room and looked at the figure from across the sofa. He was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged.
"Where are you going?"
When she heard this voice, Ye Huanyan shuddered and almost fell to the ground. She held onto the cabinet door and carefully stood up.
"You … Why are you back?"
He took a step forward and said coldly, "What I'm asking is, where are you going?"
Ye Huanyan instinctively stepped back, but her back was against the white cabinet, and there was nowhere to go.
Ling Han's eyes were cold. He walked over the sofa with his long legs and grabbed Ye Huanyan's neck with one hand. He said slowly, "I'm asking, where are you going?"
Ye Huanyan's eyes were filled with fear. As Ling Han tightened his grip, it was as if something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.
She struggled, hit Ling Han's hand, and pushed his chest with all her might.
Ling Han's voice gradually became a distant roar in her ears.
It was not until he saw that Ye Huanyan's face was blue and purple, that the outline of the white of her eyes was getting bigger and bigger, and that the slapping gesture was gradually dispirited that Ling Han let go of her neck as if he was struck by lightning. She slid into his arms with her eyes closed and only her mouth open. It seemed that she was no longer breathing.
At this moment, Ling Han's eyes showed a hint of panic.
"Ye Huanyan …" He shook her shoulders.
"..."
There was dead silence.
"Ye Huanyan …"
"..."
Ye Huanyan only felt like the world had turned pure white in that moment of suffocation. It was as if she had seen this scene a long time ago, and the world had returned to its original purity.
This was good too. She didn't have to endure any more humiliation, and she didn't have to care about what others thought of her.
She heard a voice calling her. She didn't know who it was, but she felt that it was very familiar.
Was there someone who cared about her?
In this world, was there anyone who could empathize with her situation?
Not long after, Ling Ling heard the sound and came over. When she saw the scene in front of her, she exclaimed, "Young Master, what happened to Miss Ye?"
Ling Han just hugged Ye Huanyan, and his voice was no longer as calm as before. "She's not breathing... she's not breathing."
There was a circle of red marks around Ye Huanyan's neck, and the situation was self-evident.
"Young Master, give her water, give her water..." When she saw the circle of red marks, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
She said this incoherently, but when she saw that Ling Han already looked like he had lost his soul, she stomped her feet, turned around, and ran to the kitchen to get a cup of hot water.
After pouring the cup of hot water, there was a reaction.
"Cough, cough..."
Ye Huanyan's violent coughing filled the entire room. The hot water spread over her chest and soaked her pajamas, but after the violent coughing, she still closed her eyes and showed no signs of waking up.
This method was a local remedy from Ling Ling's hometown. It was very useful to treat temporary shock when one couldn't breathe. She had seen many of her relatives use this method with her own eyes.
Ling Ling was also treating a dead horse as a living one, and she didn't know if it would work.
At this moment, Ling Han was like an irritable lion, holding Ye Huanyan's shoulders tightly and not letting go. His eyes were filled with a strange blood red color, and he finally broke down and yelled, "Ye Huanyan, if you don't open your eyes, I'll beat this bastard in your stomach."
The person in his arms finally showed signs of waking up.
"She's awake, she's awake..." Ling Ling stood to the side and covered her mouth, crying tears of joy.
Ye Huanyan slowly opened her eyes, but they were empty. She stared blankly at Ling Han for a while, and still couldn't believe that this man in front of her really wanted to kill her.
She raised a hand, as if she wanted to touch his face, but in the end, her hand stopped in midair.
She couldn't hide the disappointment in her teary eyes, and she didn't want to hide it.
However, there was a resentment in her chest that couldn't be dispelled. She held it in for a while, then finally turned her head and violently coughed out a mouthful of blood. The blood splattered on the pure white cabinet door, and it was a shocking sight.
As Ling Ling cried out in alarm, she tried to open her mouth and murmured, "I just... I just... Xiao Yue said... I can go out with her... you... you're not willing... I... I won't go."
Seeing her close her eyes, a crack finally appeared on Ling Han's face. Shock and regret intertwined, seeping into every single one of his nerves, faintly hurting. He hugged her shoulders, trembling uncontrollably.
He originally just wanted to tell her that he agreed to keep the child.
How did it become like this?
How?
"I'll call the doctor..."
Ling Ling's eyes were filled with tears. She turned and ran, leaving only the sad room and the awake person alone. When she woke up, she could only see endless regret.
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