182: C182 The Same Earrings

C182 The Same Earrings

Xia Ling felt irritated and immediately lost the desire to continue watching. She threw the phone to the side and stared blankly at the ceiling above her.

Scumbag man.

This Second Young Master Fu was a proper scumbag man.

Didn't he personally say that he and Ji Linhan were not boyfriend and girlfriend?

Didn't he say that Ji Linhan was his saviour?

But why could he still sleep with her?

Xia Ling turned her body in frustration and looked at the empty space in front of her before turning her body again.

Sigh! Sigh!

What did it have to do with her?

Why would she care about him?

Xia Ling scratched her hair and kicked the blanket away. She took a deep breath and got off the bed.

After washing up, she went downstairs. Xia Ling looked around and indeed did not see Fu Yuntine.

He's not back yet?

He was accompanying Ji Linhan to eat breakfast.

Xia Ling pursed her lips and slowly walked to the dining room.

"Young Madam, you are awake?"

Mrs Zhang carried breakfast out of the kitchen and smiled, "Quickly come and eat breakfast. Today I will brand your favorite flatbread."

"Thank you, Mrs Zhang."

Xia Ling smiled at Mrs Zhang and pretended as if nothing had happened and asked, "Where is Second Young Master Fu? Is he not home?"

"Young Master did not seem to have returned last night. Is he busy?"

He really didn't come back?

Xia Ling lowered her eyes and poked at the flatbread on the plate as she curled her lips.

"FEMALE1 doesn't seem to be happy? Is it because she is worried about the young master?"

Seeing that Xia Ling did not seem to be in high spirits, Mrs Zhang's old eyes flashed and there was a smile of understanding on her face.

Young Madam seemed to be more and more concerned about the young master!

"I am not unhappy nor am I worried about Second Young Master Fu."

Xia Ling quickly restrained her emotions, "I'm worried about your young master too. I wonder how your family's young master is doing."

The Fu family's young master was her husband.

She must always remember this and not let her imagination run wild.

"The young master's body should be fully healed soon."

The smile on Mrs Zhang's face became thicker, "It will not take much. You should be able to meet."0

The Young Master said that he wanted Young Madam to fall in love with him.

Looking at the situation, Young Madam should be more and more interested in Young Master.

This way, it wouldn't be long before the young master revealed his true colors.

"Is that so? That's great."

Xia Ling forced herself to eat breakfast.

It seemed that she had not seen her husband for a long time.

She did not know what he looked like after he recovered.

After breakfast, Xia Ling was bored and went to the study to find some books to read.

She pushed open the door of the study and looked at the dazzling books on the bookshelf. Xia Ling swept through them one by one.

Casually picking up a book related to design, Xia Ling sat on the sofa and crossed her legs. She leaned against a corner and flipped through it as she pleased.

Because of her weight, there was a slight gap in the sofa. Xia Ling inadvertently glanced and saw an earring that fell into the gap of the sofa.

Huh?

This earring looked familiar.

Xia Ling blinked her eyes and her slender fingers went in. She took the earring out from the gap and looked at it carefully.

This earring really looked like the one she had thrown away.

That pair of earrings was bought by Warm Warm on her birthday. It was a gift that she had spent a lot of money to buy.

It was said that it was custom-made. She had been wearing it all this time. When did she lose one?

It seemed to be three months ago...

"What are you doing?"

A man's deep voice suddenly sounded beside her ear, causing Xia Ling to shiver in fear.

She suddenly turned her head and saw Fu Yuntine squinting his eyes. His handsome face was right in front of her.

"You... Why didn't you knock when you came in? You scared me to death."

Xia Ling hurriedly put her feet down and patted her chest as she exhaled deeply.

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