Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife
chapter-1155

After being strangled for a while, Yun Bixue slowly regained consciousness. She stared at Wang Qianjin in a dazed manner and asked, “Where am I?”

Seeing that Yun Bixue regained consciousness, Wang Qianjin, who had never experienced anything like this in his life until now, finally heaved a sigh of relief. He was really pushing his boundaries for Yun Bixue every time.

Yun Bixue had a sudden realization and immediately became awake. She scrambled to find her phone. The call on her phone had not been hung up at all.

“Yang Mei, Yang Mei, are you still there?”

“Miss Yun, thank goodness I can finally hear you. That really scared me. I never turned off my phone at all.”

“Grandfather’s accident is fake, isn’t it?”

Yang Mei choked on her sobs and felt terrible inside as she replied, “Miss Yun, it’s real. We’re still waiting for you to come back to take charge of everything…” Although she really wanted to tell Miss Yun that this was all a lie and that Old Master was still well and alive, they still had to wait for Miss Yun to come back and settle Old Master’s funeral matters.

Yun Bixue replied weakly, “I understand now. I will return immediately.”

When Yun Bixue ended the call right after that, her tears started flooding out uncontrollably.

She tried her best to hold it in and bit down hard on her lip to not make a sound. However, her tears were uncontrollable.

Her grandfather… Why? Why?

Yun Bixue’s heart ached uncontrollably. There were too many doubts in her heart. Why did Grandfather get into an accident? However, she knew that she could only find out the truth when she returned to Ning An City.

She still remembered that when she lost her parents, Grandfather carried her on his back and comforted her.

She remembered that she admired how other kids could sit on their father’s shoulders, and Grandfather would let her sit on his and walk around carrying her.

She still remembered how Grandfather’s hair turned gray day by day.

She still remembered Grandfather crying alone as he stared at her parents’ photo.

She remembered every scene where Grandfather taught her, and the endearing look in his eyes.

She still remembered how Grandfather looked like when he fought with Old Lady Shen to defend her and her younger sister.

She still remembered the scene where her Grandfather went to beg others for her and her younger sister’s matters.

She still remembered that every time her Grandfather fell ill, he would say that he was worried about her and her younger sister.

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The clenching ache in Yun Bixue’s heart hurt like mad. Her heart squeezed so tightly that she almost could not breathe. The only way to vent her emotions was through her eyes as her tears flowed endlessly.

She felt really lonely and scared. Why was it that she worked so hard, only to see her and Bilu’s only kin taken away from them like this?

She even blamed herself. Why did she even come to the capital?

Seeing how badly Yun Bixue was crying, Wang Qianjin realized for the first time that women did not look pretty when they cry. Real crying was as tragic as this.

He knew how to make women happy, but he felt helpless in such situations.

This was the first time he widened his intoxicating eyes. A dark, complicated glow flashed across them.

At this moment, Ren Ting ran in too and exclaimed, “Aiya, Miss Yun, so you’re fine. Just now, that someone called me and said that you might be in danger!” He walked in as he said that.

Yun Bixue looked up and only just realized that there were two people in the condo. She stared at Wang Qianjin in a daze, and her expression began to clear up. “Did I faint? You saved me?”

As her tears were flowing out ceaselessly, her vision was a little blurry right now. Her eyes were red and puffy too.

When Yun Bixue lifted her head up, Ren Ting exclaimed in shock.

When Yun Bixue stared at him with that fragile look in her red, puffy eyes, it touched the deepest part of Wang Qianjin’s heart in that instant. He felt that his ice-cold heart changed a little.

Wang Qianjin took a few tissues from the table and passed it to Yun Bixue. “Dry your tears first!” He did not even realize that his voice had become unprecedentedly low and gentle.