ebookland Chapter 139 He Pities Her
Chapter 139 He Pities Her
Lin Shuhuai stared quietly at Lin Xuan's receding figure until he completely disappeared from her sight. Then she seemed to wake up and sighed softly, "What a temper!"
I couldn't help but wonder, when did Lin Xuan become so interested in flowers?
If this bouquet of roses doesn't belong to that woman, then whose beauty could it be?
Old Madam Lin and the housekeeper also noticed the bouquet of gorgeous roses tightly held in Lin Xuan's hand. Even the experienced Old Madam Lin was surprised by Lin Xuan's unusual behavior. "What's up with this kid?"
Normally, people would go to pay their respects with flowers in their hands, but he brought out a bouquet of roses from the cemetery, which was really puzzling.
The housekeeper was also confused: "I really can't guess what the young master is thinking."
Old Madam Lin frowned, and looked at Lin Xuan who was approaching with sharp eyes: "Where did this flower come from?"
"It was a gift from a friend." Lin Xuan's answer was vague. After hearing this, Mrs. Lin shook her head helplessly: "Do you really think I'm old and confused?"
Lin Xuan pursed his lips lightly, hesitated for a moment, and added: "She...she didn't intend to have it."
Upon hearing this, Old Lady Lin couldn't help but sneer: "Since when did you start picking up other people's abandoned things?"
Lin Xuan lowered his head, his gaze gently falling on the rose in his arms. He did not respond to the old lady's question, but cleverly changed the subject: "You go back first, I still need to go to the company to take care of some business."
It is the Qingming Festival, and we should take a holiday and rest.
Mrs. Lin didn't want to ask any more questions: "Forget it, go ahead. It's annoying just watching you."
Lin Shuhuai followed closely out of the cemetery. She caught a glimpse of the rose in Lin Xuan's hand, shook her head and sighed, then opened the car door and got in gracefully: "Ah Xuan seems a little abnormal lately."
"Let him be." Old Mrs. Lin said calmly.
Lin Shuhuai knew that the old lady's words were just angry words. She smiled faintly and said, "That rose, I guess, is probably Miss Ye's."
Mrs. Lin was very interested when she heard this: "Why did he take the flowers used for worship?"
"The girl we just met was about to leave with flowers in her hands. From the look on her face, it seemed like she was planning to throw them away," Lin Shuhuai explained.
After Lin Shuhuai said this, Mrs. Lin suddenly understood and couldn't help laughing: "Now he knows how to be gentle with women!"
Old Madam Lin sighed softly, "Forget it, let's go back. Let him deal with it on his own. It might not be a bad thing for him to suffer a little."
A life that is too smooth may not be entirely beneficial.
Lin Xuan was born into a prominent family. His only regret was that his relatives died early, but fortunately, he had his mother's careful care. Compared with those real orphans, he was extremely lucky.
After he took over the group, everything went smoothly and he never encountered any real difficulties. The first half of his life could be described as flawless.
However, perhaps it is precisely because of this that his emotional journey is so bumpy and tortuous.
Lin Shuhuai leaned lazily on his chair and said, "I'm too lazy to worry about him anymore."
This nephew has always had his own ideas.
Lin Xuan drove here alone. He placed the roses on the passenger seat and gazed sideways at the bouquet of gorgeous flowers. The petals were still plump and bright in color. Even after an hour, the dew on the petals was still crystal clear. Although the fragrance of the flowers was not strong, it was enough for him to clearly perceive it in the car.
Today is the Qingming Festival holiday, so there is no one on duty in the company.
Lin Xuan drove forward, turned the car around on the way and went straight back to the apartment.
He walked into the elevator holding a rose, attracting the attention of others.
Lin Xuan walked into the elevator calmly. As the elevator slowly rose, people got out one by one, and finally he was the only one left.
The elevator stopped at the top floor, and Lin Xuan walked into the apartment with flowers in his hands. The empty room seemed particularly lonely, and without a vase, it was naturally impossible to properly place the bouquet of roses.
Lin Xuan searched the whole room but could not find a suitable vase to nourish the bouquet of flowers, just as he could not find an opportunity to make Ye Wanqing accept him again.
He gently placed the flowers on the coffee table, then slumped down on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, with an indescribable sense of emptiness and loss welling up in his heart.
At the same time, in that quiet and elegant little house, Ye Wanqing's silence was like the deep night, covering every inch of space, and Su Zimo's heart was also in constant ripples, but he could never find a ray of light that could penetrate this silence.
Along the way, her silence was like an impenetrable wall, making all of Su Zimo's attempts to comfort her disappear silently into the air.
As soon as she stepped into the door of the villa, Ye Wanqing walked towards her bedroom silently like a ghost, without saying a word.
Su Zimo sat in the study on the first floor. The restlessness in his heart was like a vine growing wildly in spring, entangling him and almost suffocating him.
An indescribable rage burned in his chest, but the morality deeply rooted in his heart bound him tightly, preventing him from venting his anger on the innocent Zhang Duoer.
He knew very well that his brother's sudden death was a tragedy that no one had expected, and Zhang Duoer's accusations were undoubtedly unfair to Ye Wanqing.
On this point, Su Zimo always maintained understanding and sympathy for Ye Wanqing.
Since Su Junyan left, Ye Wanqing's sudden disappearance filled the heart of Su Zimo, who was only sixteen years old, with resentment and confusion.
During that time, his anger was even greater than Zhang Duoer's. He was like a lost beast, rushing blindly in the darkness.
However, when he accidentally saw Ye Wanqing curled up alone in the corner through the crack of the door, silently swallowing those bitter pills, he instantly understood the pain and suffering she was enduring.
He understood that Ye Wanqing was not as hard as stone, and that there was a softness and fragility in her heart that was unknown to others.
Her melancholy and her lonely gazes in the middle of the night are the untouchable scars deep in her heart.
Su Zimo kept all these in his heart and never mentioned them to anyone. He prayed silently, hoping that Ye Wanqing could get out of the haze as soon as possible and embrace the sunshine of life again.
As time flies, Su Zimo once thought that everything was quietly getting better. Ye Wanqing also gradually accepted the fact that Lin Xuan was not Su Junyan, and began to try to break away from those beautiful fantasies and embrace real life.
However, what Zhang Duoer said today was like a bolt from the blue, pushing Ye Wanqing into the bottomless dark abyss again.
Su Zimo felt unprecedented powerlessness and frustration. It seemed that those who stood on the shore could never truly touch the pain in her heart and give her the warmth and strength she needed most.
Two hours seemed like a long century. When Su Zimo mustered up the courage to stand in front of Ye Wanqing's door again, the door finally opened slowly.
Ye Wanqing asked him in an almost numb and calm tone: "What would you like to eat tonight?"
Her face was still somewhat sickly pale, but the eyes that once flashed with storms had now returned to calmness and indifference.
Su Zimo exhaled lightly, trying to make his voice sound more relaxed:
"How about we make it ourselves, Sister Wanqing? Maybe making something can make you feel better."
"Okay, you arrange it. I don't have anything special I want to eat." Ye Wanqing responded lightly, with a barely perceptible hint of gratitude in her eyes.
She turned and walked into the kitchen, poured herself a cup of warm milk, then walked to the balcony with the cup in her hand, stood there quietly, looking at the setting sun in the distance.
Su Zimo stood not far behind her, silently gazing at her lonely figure, feeling a surge of sadness and worry in his heart, as if that painful memory once again quietly and silently surged into his heart, wrapping him tightly.