ebookland Chapter 233 Even the puppy doesn't want to stay by my side?
Chapter 233 Even the puppy doesn't want to stay by my side?
Just then, Tan Haoyu pushed open the door and walked in with a cold expression.
He didn't greet his parents who were sitting in the living room, and went straight upstairs.
"Haoyu!" Tan's mother called out to him hurriedly, her eyes full of concern, "You haven't been eating much these past few days, perhaps..."
Tan Haoyu stopped, his tone cold yet tinged with weariness: "Mom, stop talking. I've already decided. The child will be named Tan Le'er, with the nickname 'Qingqing,' just like her mother."
Tears welled up in Tan's mother's eyes instantly, and she choked out, "Haoyu..."
Tan Haoyu didn't turn around, but simply said, "Mom, I will take good care of her."
Just then, Aunt Liu rushed out of the kitchen, her voice trembling with tears: "Young Master, something terrible has happened! Xiao Hua won't eat or drink, she's dying!"
Tan Haoyu's face instantly darkened, and he looked sharply at Aunt Liu: "Didn't you take good care of it?"
Aunt Liu trembled with fear: "Young master, I... I didn't know it would do this. It hasn't been eating, and I don't know what to do..."
Tan Haoyu took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Xiaohua is Ziqing's favorite pet. How could you be so negligent?"
The entire Tan family was immersed in a repressive atmosphere.
Zhu Ziqing's departure was like a sudden storm, shattering this once warm family.
Tan Haoyu's expression grew increasingly aloof, as if he had returned to the cold and domineering CEO he once was, only now his eyes held a hint of coldness and loneliness.
Although his family members tried to comfort him, Tan Haoyu's grief was like an iceberg, unshakable.
……
Tan Haoyu's footsteps sounded particularly heavy in the courtyard.
He arrived at Xiaohua's little house, his gaze falling on the little dog that used to be round and plump but was now skin and bones.
Little Flower lay curled up in the small house, so weak that it was almost impossible to see her breathing.
"Little Flower?" Tan Haoyu's voice was low and gentle, as if afraid of disturbing it.
Little Flower's ears twitched slightly, as if it had heard a familiar voice. It struggled to open its eyes, its once bright eyes now filled with weariness, its pupils slowly moving, as if tears were glistening.
Tan Haoyu knelt down, reached out and gently stroked Xiaohua's head, his voice choked with emotion: "Xiaohua, don't be afraid, the doctor will be here soon."
Little Flower whimpered twice, its little head shaking gently, as if rejecting his comfort. Its eyes held a resolute look, as if saying, "Master, I only want to be with Ziqing."
Tan Haoyu's heart clenched, but he continued to soothe her gently, "It's okay, Xiaohua, don't be like this. The doctor will heal you, you'll get better."
However, Little Flower whimpered twice more and closed its eyes. Its body trembled slightly under Tan Haoyu's palm before stiffening.
Tan Haoyu felt a chill in his hand, and he suddenly realized that Xiaohua had breathed her last in his arms.
Tan Haoyu held Xiaohua tightly in his arms, one hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles trembling from the force. His eyes were vacant, as if they had lost their focus, tears welling up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
“Xiaohua…” he murmured softly, his voice filled with heartache and helplessness.
Did Xiaohua choose to follow Zhu Ziqing in this way because of her departure? Tan Haoyu was filled with confusion and sorrow.
Why doesn't even Xiaohua want to stay by his side?
Does it also feel that the world without Zhu Ziqing is no longer worth cherishing?
He raised his head and looked into the distance.
The setting sun shone into the courtyard, but it couldn't penetrate his cold heart.
Only one thought echoed in Tan Haoyu's mind: Why won't even Xiaohua stay? Have I really lost everything she has?
Tan Haoyu held Xiaohua tightly, as if he could preserve its last warmth in this way.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes; at that moment, he understood Xiaohua's choice.
It was unwilling to face a world without Zhu Ziqing alone, just as it was unwilling to accept this cruel reality.
"Xiaohua, you will be with Ziqing." He said softly, his voice choked with emotion. "I will find her, no matter what it takes."
In the setting sun, Tan Haoyu's figure appeared particularly lonely.
……
Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
That winter, the world-class Beaute fashion show was in full swing in Milan, Italy.
The streets of Milan are filled with a fashionable atmosphere, where top designers and models from all over the world gather to decorate this ancient city in a dreamlike and dazzling way.
On stage, the models, dressed in gorgeous gowns, looked radiant and exuded style and charm with every gesture.
Behind the scenes, the designers were busy making final preparations for the upcoming exhibition.
The new designers were extremely nervous, because only if their designs were eye-catching enough would they have a chance to be worn by models and walk onto that dazzling stage.
The backstage area was bustling with activity, with designers and models working tirelessly, each hoping to showcase their unique style in this top-tier fashion show.
In a corner backstage, one group stood out—they were all of Asian descent, making them stand out among the uniformly Western faces around them.
Sun Fei, a female model, is a top Chinese model. She is 1.83 meters tall, has a perfect figure, exquisite features, and exudes a powerful aura with every move.
Standing next to her was Zhang Mengmeng, a new designer. She was less than 1.7 meters tall, slender, and had a calm demeanor. Her long, black hair was casually tied into a ponytail as she focused on giving Sun Fei a final check.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhang Mengmeng's forehead. She was so nervous that she could hardly breathe, but her eyes were incredibly focused.
This is the result of her three years of hard work, and it is also her first time stepping onto the stage of a world-class fashion show.
"Mengmeng, don't be nervous, you've done very well," Sun Fei comforted her softly, her tone gentle.
Zhang Mengmeng raised her head and smiled slightly: "I know, but... this moment is too important to me."
Her work has already received strong recognition within the industry, and it is precisely because of this recognition that she was given the opportunity to participate in this fashion show.
"Don't worry, your design will definitely amaze everyone." Sun Fei patted her shoulder, her eyes full of trust.
As the music started playing backstage, the fashion show officially began.
Sun Fei walked slowly down the runway in a dress designed by Zhang Mengmeng. The dress was predominantly light blue, with a flowing skirt adorned with delicate crystals, making it seem as if she were wearing the starry sky.
Sun Fei's every turn and every step perfectly showcased the beauty of the work, drawing enthusiastic applause from the professionals in the audience.