Xuan Ying's eyes narrowed, he looked at Xia Ling in a daze.
In these three years, Xia Ling seemed to have been reborn. She wore a light purple dress that accentuated her soft and charming figure. Her temperament had become much gentler. That kind of peaceful and beautiful feeling made her seem like she was made of water. Wisps of fragrance seduced one's soul.
Xuan Ying had imagined the two of them reuniting countless times in his mind, wondering if she was doing well. He had never imagined that one day, she would be so radiant and resplendent, standing in front of him like a new person.
She was doing very well, very well.
Mu Yutang noticed that Xuan Ying was staring at Xia Ling without blinking. She said softly, "Lingling, isn't this Silver Mask King? Do you know each other?"
Xia Ling stopped in her tracks, her beautiful eyes landing on Xuan Ying's handsome face. She curved her red lips. "Mm, an old friend … Silver Mask King, hello, it's been a long time."
Xuan Ying's heart started to ache. Three years later, when they met again, she could already treat him as a familiar stranger. She could still greet him calmly and greet him with a 'hello'.
She put down her hand.
Xuan Ying's throat was dry, he rolled his Adam's apple. "Miss Xia, hello."
Xia Ling retracted her gaze. "Yutang, let's go in."
"Okay."
Xia Ling and Mu Yutang entered the washroom together.
…
Five minutes later, Xia Ling and Mu Yutang came out. Mu Yutang held Xia Ling's hand. "Lingling, look, Silver Mask King hasn't left yet. He's still here."
Xia Ling glanced sideways. Xuan Ying really hadn't left. He was standing in the corridor with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette between his fingers. The smoke swirled around him, blurring his handsome face.
Unlike other men, he didn't lean his back against the wall lazily to look handsome. Instead, he leaned against the wall, his tall back slightly arched.
When they came out, he slowed down but didn't lift his eyes.
He stood there smoking alone, his tall figure in the dark, it made him look cold and lonely.
Xia Ling felt that he had stayed at the border for too long. The border was bitter and cold, and there was always a sense of loneliness around him.
Xia Ling retracted her gaze, leaving with Mu Yutang.
…
Dongfang Yu prepared a private jet to send off the guests attending the wedding banquet.
Xuan Ying boarded a plane and sat in the last row. He could see Xia Ling from his seat.
Xia Ling was sitting together with Mu Yutang.
"Hello, we meet again." At this moment, the young man from the wedding banquet sat beside Xuan Ying.
"Hello," Xuan Ying greeted him calmly.
Noticing that Xuan Ying's gaze was fixated on Mu Yutang, the young man chuckled. "Mister, are you looking for Angel?"
angel？
Is that her English name?
"Sir, the one in the lavender dress is Angel. It seems that you are one of her admirers. To tell you the truth, I also admire her very much, but our chances are very slim because there are a lot of men lining up to like Angel."
Xuan Ying glanced sideways at the young man. "Angel?"
"Yes, sir, don't you know who Angel is?"
Xuan Ying shook his head.
The young man slapped his thigh. "Mister, you must be joking. Angel is now the number one fashion designer in the design industry. She debuted three years ago and quickly became the darling of the design industry. Now, Angel's new products every season will be the vane of the fashion industry. Angel is even known as the godmother of fashion.
"Angel became famous overnight and has never faded. But Angel is very low-key and mysterious. Not many people have seen her face.
"Those who have seen Angel's face are all rich and powerful. Most of them are mesmerized by Angel and become one of her many admirers."
Xuan Ying was stunned when he heard this. In these three years, she had become such a perfect version of herself.
He knew that even though she had a tough life, she was resilient and had a bright heart. She was pure and loved freedom. Their daughter, Mu Mu, was just like her.
His hardened heart rippled. He was proud of her, and he felt honored.
The corners of Xuan Ying's lips kicked up slightly. "So she has so many admirers …"
"Yes, look at Angel. She's so beautiful and has such a gentle aura. She's not someone other women can compare to. A talented young girl would definitely choose the best man."
The best man …
He wasn't.
Xuan Ying asked himself. In the past, he was dark, self-abased and twisted. He had slapped her and whipped her. He hadn't protected her even when someone had tattooed words on her face. He had shown his ugliest side to her.
She had forgotten about the past. She had forgotten about him. That was for the best.
How could he still have the cheek to pester her?
How was he going to make her stay?
Xuan Ying thought about his body again. He was already crippled in that area.
"Ha." He closed his eyes.
…
The plane landed and everyone alighted.
Xuan Ying walked out of the airport hall. His glassy eyes caught sight of a pretty figure.
Xia Ling changed out of her lavender dress and put on a sweater with a pair of black pencil pants. She exuded a youthful sense of fashion.
Mu Yutang bade farewell to her and left. Xia Ling stood by the roadside alone.
Xuan Ying held the car keys in his hand and walked in front. "It's not easy to get a cab here. Where are you going? I'll give you a lift."
Xia Ling turned around. She wore a white t-shirt under the jacket and a pair of large sunglasses hung from the collar. Her beautiful eyes landed on his handsome face and she smiled politely. "Silver Mask King, thank you, but there's no need for that."
With that, she walked away.
Xuan Ying stood on the spot and looked at her. There was a bunch of car keys in her hand and a red Bentley Mulsanne was parked by the roadside.
Was that her car?
Xia Ling pressed on the car keys and the Mulsanne opened. She opened the driver's seat door and got in.
She put on a pair of large sunglasses and slowly rolled down the car window. She allowed the wind to blow her short hair. She stepped on the accelerator, and the Mulsanne sped on the road.
She drove away.
Xuan Ying looked at her. She had really changed a lot in the past three years. She could already drive by herself.
Now, Xia Ling had the gentleness and charm of a woman. She also had the confidence and fashion of a modern woman. Her fragrance was intoxicating.
…
At night, Xuan Ying parked a Jeep by the roadside. The passersby saw the military car plate and quickly avoided it.
The window of the front passenger seat rolled down and Xuan Ying looked at the Ou Corporation bungalow not far away.
At this moment, his phone vibrated. He had an incoming phone call.
It was from Ah Zhou.
"Hello, Young Master. I've just checked. The owner of this bungalow is Mr Laylen."
Babies, it's better to be first.
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