Xian Qianling was about to reveal all your past events when suddenly the voice of Li Li echoed in her mind, "Aunt Qian-Qian, my dad said that now is not the ti to let Little Dad know about his past, especially Mother Zhao’er. It is Little Dad’s fate, and after the ’Seal of Truesky’ begins, he cannot know about the existence of Mother Zhao’er, let alone let them et."
Li Li’s words completely disrupted Xian Qianling’s train of thought, and her mind spun rapidly. She also realized that this might be her last chance.
Actually, from the beginning until now, Xian Qianling never thought about competing with Zhao’er for you. She was very clear that even Wu Qiyi couldn’t be replaced, let alone herself.
And her only, yet most contradictory thought, completely went against the modern woman’s view of freedom, values, and outlook on life.
Her idea was simple; to sit beside you after work, even if you both didn’t speak or do anything, just sitting quietly together, as long as both of you knew you had each other in your hearts.
Xian Qianling has always been a strong, independent, resilient woman of the new era, having no illusions about marriage.
Indeed, this was all related to her family background. Her grandparents were pioneers of the revolution in China, and for them at that ti, marriage was nothing more than fireworks at a banquet, splendid for a mont and then calm and tranquil thereafter.
Her parents, though they appeared respectful and loving to outsiders, only she knew that they had been sleeping in separate beds for over eighteen years.
Of course, this wasn’t to say that there were issues in their relationship, nor was there a third party involved. It was purely due to personality clashes.
What we now call a lack of common language.
The couple lived under the sa roof, barely speaking a word to each other, each living their own life.
Xian Qianling was also an anomaly among her peers. She was so intelligent that by the age of fifteen, her teachers didn’t know what else to teach her.
So, she attended a military academy, yes, a military academy, not a police academy. After spending five years there and graduating with excellent marks—and being nicknad "Overlord Flower"—she transferred to a police academy.
The reason she didn’t pursue a military career and beca a detective instead was simple—China wasn’t at war!
Xian Qianling, who had never expected much from romantic relationships, had devoted herself entirely to her career until she t you.
To many modern, progressive won who cherish their freedom and sovereignty, Xian Qianling’s current thought was crazy and ignorant—she didn’t plan to get married or request any formal status, just to feel close to you when she missed you. This could be sitting close to you, leaning against your strong back, or simply lazing in your arms like a lazy cat.
Just that.
Quite simple, isn’t it?
Thus, Xian Qianling believed this was her last opportunity to win you over while your mory hadn’t yet returned.
Noticing Xian Qianling’s hesitation, you asked her, "What else?"
After a mont’s hesitation, Xian Qianling took a deep breath, "You were dating three girls simultaneously."
"Ha!?"
Your expression exaggerated like a yawning hippopotamus.
"No, no way?" Although utterly astonished, for so reason, you found it surprisingly easy to accept this setup.
Could it be said that n are naturally lecherous?
You rembered, last night while preparing for your lessons, you happened to co across a poem by Mo Yan, a Nobel Laureate in Literature from China—with a line deeply resonating with you—
"If n did not desire beauty, what else would won hope for... If both sexes were content, what pleasures could authors write about... If one did not thirst for wine or beauty, wouldn’t life co to an end?"
It seed...
There was so truth to it!
Of course, you also started to doubt your own character.
Damn it, juggling three relationships, were all three girlfriends as extraordinarily beautiful as Xian Qianling?
No way!
Such won should be proud and look down on everyone. They must not be blinded, right?
Xian Qianling watched you intently, observing your reactions and expressions.
Indeed, hearing Xian Qianling say this made you instantly feel guilty.
Yes, any man would feel guilty.
Feeling Xian Qianling’s judging gaze, you lowered your head and said, "Well... I, I have lost my mory."
"I know, we all know."
Actually, Xian Qianling was quite nervous herself, as this was the first ti she had ever lied in her life!
From a young age, the thing she despised the most was lying, but now she was doing it so righteously.
"So... them..."
You grabbed your head, your expression incredibly awkward, and you even stamred.
"They are not in the Eastern Sea."
"Oh."
Honestly, hearing Xian Qianling’s answer, you were sowhat relieved. After all, the amnesiac you felt utterly incapable of handling three such exceptional girls simultaneously.
Xian Qianling continued, "Actually, I didn’t want to tell you all this. Since you’ve lost your mory, I could have just claid to be your wife, as getting a marriage certificate is very easy for . However, I respect your opinion. Since you’ve lost your mory and forgotten about our past together as well as them, it ans that fate has given a new chance."
You pursed your lips, nodding slightly.
"Now, I solemnly ask you, would you like to be my boyfriend?"
"I..."
Seeing your hesitation, her hopeful expression gradually faded and finally, she sighed lightly, "Never mind."
"I..."
"No need to say more, rest assured, I won’t bother you anymore."
"Not that, I..."
"Mu Yun, get out!"
You were just about to lean forward and express your true feelings when Qin Feng’s loud demand ca from outside the car.
Gan!
His shout instantly dissipated the courage you had mustered. Imdiately, your eyes glinted with anger, and you forcefully opened the door, "Qin Feng, you son of a bitch! If you don’t tell why you’re calling in three seconds, I’ll knock all your teeth out!"
You were furious!
A strange sensation was stirring inside you, guided by this feeling, your eyes beca increasingly fervent as if sothing was about to burst forth.
Despite appearing weak, for so reason, the mont you locked eyes with him, Qin Feng felt a sudden fear!
Fear?
What a joke!
Qin Feng sneered coldly and pointed at you, "Mu Yun, let’s duel! The loser leaves Lingling!"
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