Her vision darkened. She couldn't see anything.
The palm that covered her eyes had rough calluses, and it hurt a little when it rubbed against her delicate skin.
However, his palm was warm and incomparably generous, giving one the illusion of being attached to it.
"Lingling, don't look."
His gentle voice rang out beside her ear. He was smiling.
Feng Lingxue froze, she didn't know what to do.
At this moment, Xuan Ying bent down and carried her in his arms. He instructed in a low voice, "Tell West Duke that I'm going back first."
"Yes."
Xuan Ying carried Feng Lingxue and walked forward. The crowd quickly made way for him and he walked steadily with her in his arms.
Feng Lingxue's face was buried under the collar of his black trench coat. She opened her eyes secretly, looking at him.
She saw Xuan Ying lowering his eyes to look at her. His thin lips curved upwards, his smile gentle and loving.
Feng Lingxue was stunned. She was lost in his smile and forgot to react.
— -God, Feng Lingxue peed her pants!
— -Is she … mentally ill?
— -Silver Mask King is the one with the problem. Silver Mask King is such a clean freak, but he doesn't even think she's dirty.
— -Look at how Silver Mask King is carrying Feng Lingxue, he's so precious …
…
The bulletproof X-Series luxury car.
Ah Zhou opened the car door and Xuan Ying carried Feng Lingxue into the car. He let her sit on his muscular thighs.
Feng Lingxue moved, wanting to get down.
But his gentle voice rang out above her. "Lingling, don't move. Bear with it, we'll be home soon. You won't feel so uncomfortable then."
Feng Lingxue really didn't move.
Soon, the luxury car stopped at the Snow Mountain Residence. Two maids brought Feng Lingxue back to her room to shower.
In the study, Ah Zhou walked in and reported in a low voice, "Master, I just went to check. There aren't any footprints on the lawn."
Xuan Ying pursed his thin lips. "Do you think a mother would mistake her own child for someone else? Did you check the surveillance footage from West Duke's place? "
Ah Zhou was slightly surprised. Did that mean that Master really believed Feng Lingxue?
Miss Feng wasn't in her right mind, it was normal for her to be hallucinating. But Master believed her.
"I've already checked it. The surveillance footage is here."
Ah Zhou clicked on the laptop and the surveillance footage lit up.
Xuan Ying's eyes landed on the monitor and he said in a low voice, "Stop."
Ah Zhou pressed the pause button.
"Rewind what you just said."
Ah Zhou quickly rewound the scene.
In the dark corner, a man in black covered the mouth of the small figure and quickly carried her away.
"Master, Mu Mu really isn't dead!" Ah Zhou exclaimed.
Bending down, Xuan Ying clicked on the frozen image and zoomed in. It was too dark and he couldn't see the child's face clearly.
He stretched out his palm, wanting to touch it through the screen, but then he stopped.
"Master," Ah Zhou asked, "Who has Mu Mu and what's their motive?"
Xuan Ying didn't have any expression on his face, he just smiled and said, "Wait."
…
Feng Lingxue entered the room and one of the maids went in to fill up the rose milk bath. Another maid wanted to help Feng Lingxue take off her clothes. "Miss Feng, let me help you take off your clothes."
"Don't touch me!"
Feng Lingxue took two steps back.
The maid smiled. "Miss Feng, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
With that, the maid whispered, "Mu Mu is in our hands now, you'd better listen to us."
Feng Lingxue's eyes narrowed, she looked at the maid in confusion.
"Miss Feng, as long as you lure Silver Mask King to West Mountain Road tomorrow, we'll set up an ambush there. Once his car passes, it'll explode.
"Once Silver Mask King is dead, Mu Mu will naturally return to your side. Then you can reunite with your daughter."
Feng Lingxue looked at the maid's moving lips, her eyes glazed over.
Very quickly, she took two steps back, clutching her head with both hands as she screamed, "Ah!"
"Miss Feng …"
At this moment, there was a flurry of footsteps. The room door was pushed open and Xuan Ying walked in.
He glanced at the maid with his eagle-like eyes and walked forward, pulling Feng Lingxue into his arms. "All of you can leave."
"Yes." The two maids retreated out of the room.
Xuan Ying stroked her long hair, comforting her. "It's alright, with me around, no one will be able to hurt you or Mu Mu anymore."
Feng Lingxue lowered her head, her delicate body trembling in his arms.
Xuan Ying hugged her, she was getting weaker and weaker. She didn't even have a sense of existence in his strong chest.
His heart ached, and every breath he took was painful.
"Lingling." He furrowed his brows, kissing her silky hair. With a voice that only the two of them could hear, he whispered, "When … Mu Mu comes back, I'll … let you go. You can go live the life you once wanted …"
Feng Lingxue froze, lifting her head slowly to look at him.
Her eyes were pale, empty and dull. She couldn't understand what he was saying.
Xuan Ying stretched his hand out, caressing the word 'slave' on her face. "Sikong will help you get rid of this word … I know you've already forgotten about me. It's good that you've forgotten about me, I won't disturb you anymore …
"Also, I'm sorry, all your suffering is because of me. I'm sorry I dragged you into this fight for power …
"Lastly, I want to tell you that in my heart, you're the purest and most flawless person. I like the daughter you gave birth to …"
Feng Lingxue looked at him, her lashes quivering. She didn't understand what he was saying.
Xuan Ying smiled, ruffling her silky hair affectionately before holding her hand. "Let me bathe you, is that okay?"
Feng Lingxue was in a daze, not saying a word.
Xuan Ying led her into the bathroom.
…
In the bathroom.
The large bathtub was filled with hot water, the milk bubbles were sprinkled with rose petals, filling the room with a fragrant aroma.
The steam was warm, making one feel comfortable. Xuan Ying stood in front of Feng Lingxue, slowly lifting his hand to undo the buttons on her clothes.
Feng Lingxue quickly pressed his large hand down.
Her eyes were filled with terror.
Xuan Ying's heart ached. Ever since she got together with him, he had never treated her well.
In order to satisfy him, to please him, she had taken that drug to make him happy.
A thousand, ten thousand 'I'm sorry' were nothing in front of her.
He didn't have the strength to say it.
He didn't have the face to say it.
Forget it, let it be.
After tomorrow, Xuan Ying would no longer exist in her life.
All her suffering would disappear and she would have a brand new life.
"I'll cover my eyes, I won't look at you."
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