"Without you, the worst ending is mine, and since the worst you can get is that, I might as well keep you by my side, as there’s nothing worse than losing you!"
Chenxi said these words with a warm sting in her eyes, feeling a particular pain in her throat, but she stated each word clearly, one by one.
Niange also looked at her, his gaze deep, never speaking.
Actually, Niange didn’t feel nothing for Chenxi... Human beings are flesh and blood, you were in a car accident, she stayed by your side taking care of you, and then slept with you for more than half a year, sohow, there were so feelings.
But those feelings might not be love.
Chenxi took a deep breath, she looked at Niange for a long ti before she finally spoke, "Niange, do you love Ling Momo?"
When she asked that question, Niange grew even more silent, his eyes already sowhat blurry.
"In fact, the one you love is just sothing you can’t say anymore. You know very well in your heart, that Ling Momo and you are impossible now." Chenxi dissected reality, "Because you love, therefore, Niange, you will definitely stay by my side for her, right?"
"What do you want?" Niange asked, sowhat stiffly.
Chenxi was right.
He loved Ling Momo, just couldn’t bring himself to confess his love for Ling Momo, he was willing to do anything for Ling Momo, without reservation.
"Marry ." Chenxi didn’t hesitate to give Niange this proposal, she took a deep breath and repeated, "Niange, I have no other demands, marry ..."
At this point, the only thod she could think of to tie Niange down was to marry him.
To legalize their relationship.
That way, their nas would be firmly entangled together, for a lifeti.
Niange turned his face away, not looking at Chenxi.
In his mind, suddenly flashed the promise he had once made to Ling Momo—I will surely marry you in this life.
Those proud words of the past had now turned into fragnted lies.
Yet, such lies were still so vividly echoing in his mind.
Niange remained silent for a long ti, then he said, "Chenxi, let think about it."
Chenxi nodded, agreeing.
Niange turned around and walked away.
Chenxi watched his retreating figure, tightening her grip, her eyes fiercely determined.
On the table, the stack of docunts she had given to Niange rustled in the wind blowing through the window, they were dense with text and so photographs, and there, in black ink, was written that Ling Momo had once been a hostess.
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Li Qingshen brought Ling Momo directly back to the villa.
After a day of shopping and being kidnapped by Chenxi like that, Momo was truly exhausted, she ate dinner, took a bath, hit the bed, and fell fast asleep.
Li Qingshen wasn’t sleepy, originally standing in the bedroom thinking, when suddenly he heard the doorbell ringing downstairs.
His villa seldom had visitors, so Li Qingshen couldn’t help but feel suspicious, wondering who it could be as he went downstairs to open the door.
Li Qingshen casually glanced at the video on the wall and the mont he saw Niange, his expression imdiately turned cold.
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