192: The Implications of Getting Bullied

The Implications of Getting Bullied

Xie Limo only returned home late at night. Seeing his mother and wife sitting on the couch and watching an entertainment program, he heaved a sigh of relief. 0

Yun Bixue noticed that Xie Limo had returned and approached him happily. Just like the countless times before, she naturally took care of his coat. Smelling his cold and dark fragrance, her heart felt grounded and sweet.

Xie Limo's eyes were tinged with weariness, as though he hadn't felt at ease the entire day. However, seeing his wife's gentle expression, his exhaustion seemed to have mostly dissipated.

He reached out and caressed her head as he said, "What are you doing just standing here? Haven't you had dinner yet?"

Yun Bixue nodded. "I'll fill a bowl of rice for you. Everything's all ready. We were waiting for you to come home."

A hint of concern flashed across Xie Limo's eyes. "Didn't I say that you should eat first? Are you hungry?" He tried to return as early as possible precisely because he felt worried that she wouldn't have a proper meal. However, he still didn't manage to get away. Now, it was already past nine at night.

Yun Bixue shook her head and smiled happily. "Mom brought me a lot of delicious food. I ate a lot in the afternoon, so I didn't feel so hungry for dinner." She didn't know why, but she missed him exceptionally today. Seeing his silhouette, her heart felt safe.

Xie Limo's exquisite eyes glittered. He gently said, "You should eat even if you're not hungry. Don't make me worry."

"Yes, I know."

Ji Qiongxin carried out the dishes from the kitchen. Watching how sweet the two of them were, she laughed, "That child, Bixue, is worried about you. She's been uneasy the entire day. If Mom hadn't been around, her heart would still be chasing after you. I asked her to eat tonight, but she refused and insisted on waiting for you."

Embarrassed by her words, Yun Bixue said, "Mom, I'm really not hungry."

"Okay, okay. You're not hungry, and you don't know that your stomach is rumbling. You still wanted to wait. This child, Limo—your wife is so nice to you. You're not allowed to bully her in the future."

With the word 'bully' being mentioned, Yun Bixue involuntarily thought of what happened last night.

Instead, Xie Limo opened his mouth and said, "Mom, of course I'll bully her when it's the appropriate time to do so." His voice was melodious like an ancient zither; magnetic and deep, intoxicating and alluring.

Ji Qiongxin laughed. "This child!"

Yun Bixue looked at Xie Limo. She thought that even when Xie Limo spoke such words, it couldn't obscure his aura of ethereal elegance. It was simply enthralling. A person could become obsessed just by looking at his face.

Sometimes when she looked in the mirror, she felt that her looks were worlds apart from Xie Limo's.

After the meal, Xie Limo left the house to handle some matters before Yun Bixue could speak to him. He said that he would still return later that night.

The two women continued to watch TV. If they were upset by the news, they would watch the entertainment programs.

Because of their bankruptcy and debts owed to the banks, the Shen family started to auction off all the properties under their name—including the organization and estates—within a day.

Xie Limo arrived at the base of the Xie family in Ning An City, requesting for Xie Liu to bring Shen Jingcui along.

Shen Jingcui looked at Xie Limo and felt her heart thumping tremendously. In her eyes, no one else in the world could compare to Young Master Xie.

With just a bit of contact, one would easily be captivated by him.

Xie Limo eyed Shen Jingcui plainly and passed a stack of documents to her. He said, "Sign them all."

Shen Jingcui looked at Xie Limo's aloof expression and felt a feeling of injustice in her heart. Before she came here, she was still confident that she was beautiful. Why wouldn't he even give her one glance?

At this moment, Shen Jingcui had long forgotten what happened to Shen Zhengyao. She solely focused on her own benefits and greed.

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