Daddy, Mommy Ran Away

Leng Qiuling’s nose turned sour at his words, and the sudden mist in her eyes blurred her vision, as well as her reason.

Did he really love her?

No, five years ago, he detested her, hated how she ruined his happiness, even suspected that she was a wicked woman who paid someone to crash into his beloved, cruelly killing her child.

Once, she loved so humbly, so insignificantly, that she lost her self-respect. The bloody, painful lesson in the end was not love; how could she dare to love again? She had become fearful of love, losing the capacity to love.

“His love is too rational, not deep enough, and your love is too fragile, so your love was doomed to be just a game that hurt each other,” Louis Tian’en said tenderly, looking at her. This woman had been pitiful since he met her.

“It doesn’t matter anymore, everything is in the past, now my life has nothing to do with him,” she shook her head, forcing a scoff.

Louis Tian’en took her hand and placed it on his chest, gazing affectionately at her tear-stained face: “Ling’er, my heart has always been reserved for you. If one day you step out of your own heart, remember, I’ll still be waiting right here for you.”

“Tian’en, you know me, I’m sorry,” she said apologetically, pulling her hand back. “You are a good man, you will find someone better, more suitable for you than me. Don’t wait for me anymore.”

“Silly girl, you haven’t wronged me. The scales of love are inherently unbalanced. Whoever falls in love first is at the lower end. It’s the same for you, for me, for all of us. Love has never been about others.”

“Thank you.”

After Zhan Tianxiang returned to the private room, he, along with Shen Jun and Mai Shuo, began to drink like madmen. From one glass to another, and then from one bottle to another, soon all three were dead drunk.

Leng Qiuling and Louis Tian’en had left and did not come back.

“Drink, come on, let’s drink more. What are women? Women really aren’t anything significant,” Shen Jun slurred, swaying from side to side, still shaking his bottle in the air… “Right, drinking is the real deal, forget women, haha,” Mai Shuo, completely oblivious of the time, drunkenly agreed.

Zhan Tianxiang had collapsed on the table, his head buried in his arms. Under the dim lighting and amidst the loud music, his body, wrapped in a black suit, trembled slightly, and sobs escaped from his lips, unheard.

“Moli, you take Mai Shuo home, I’ll take your Elder Brother and Shen Jun to my place,” said Leng Haoyin, as he dumped the drunken Mai Shuo into Moli’s car.

“No way, I don’t want to take him,” Moli screamed. “I’ll take my Elder Brother home. You pull him out, either leave him on the street or take him to your place, just decide. I don’t want to take him, hey, hey, hey―don’t you walk away…”

But Leng Haoyin ignored her protests, threw Shen Jun and Zhan Tianxiang into the car, pulled An Ruoxi in, stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.

An Ruoxi peered through the rear car window to see Moli standing in the middle of the road, hopping mad. One could only imagine how infuriated she must be at that moment. Would she really end up leaving Mr. Mai stranded there?

Turning around, her gaze swept past the window, and just then, a silver Bugatti drove by. She caught a glimpse of a woman sitting in the back seat, and her eyes widened immensely. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly leaned forward for a better look, but the car had already sped away.

“What’s wrong? What are you looking at?” Leng Haoyin’s voice was calm, low, and somewhat deep.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” A hint of confusion flickered across her brow. She must have seen wrong―it was so late at night, and it was just a fleeting glance, after all. She saw the woman’s hair was shoulder-length, but she, who adored her long, wavy hair, how could she ever decide to cut it short?

However, she had forgotten that time is the best transformer. Five years is neither too long nor too short. It can turn your favorite things into the ones you dislike the most, and secretly make you fond of what you once detested. Everything was slowly changing.

Inside the passing silver Bugatti, a woman with shoulder-length hair was now holding her chin with both hands, possibly thinking of something pleasant. Her lips curved into a beautiful crescent moon, a light dimple appearing on her left cheek. Her eyes, narrowed into slits from smiling, and strands of hair dangled playfully by her ears, adding a touch of cheekiness and a hint of unfamiliarity.

At that moment, she sat there quietly, motionless, with a serene smile and a delicate face, looking like a beautiful girl in a painting, too lovely to disturb.

Ah―The middle-aged man beside her glanced at the young lady who had maintained this posture for hours, and a long sigh of resignation escaped his lips once more, his eyes misting over again.

My poor young lady.

Suddenly, she lifted her head and saw the night scene outside, letting out an excited scream, “Uncle Zeng, are we back in City X?”

“Yes, we are back,” the middle-aged man replied affectionately, watching the excited woman. He was happy inside, hoping this return was the right decision.

“That’s wonderful!” Nuan Qianqing almost jumped up in her excitement, grabbing Uncle Zeng’s hand, “Uncle Zeng, let’s go find Brother Yin quickly. He must be missing me.”

Suddenly, she shivered in fear, shrinking back into her seat, “No, I can’t go see him. Brother Yin just took over the company and he’s very busy. I can’t disturb him, or he’ll be unhappy and he won’t like me, he won’t even talk to me.”

Her hands covered her face in regret as she plunged into panic, “Ah, Brother Yin can’t dislike me, he can’t ignore me. What should I do?”

“Miss, Young Master Yin won’t abandon you, don’t be afraid, be good,” Uncle Zeng said, feeling both heartache and helplessness. He was even more furious inside at whoever had caused such a kind young lady to become like this.

“Really? Then I want to go find Brother Yin and tell him how much I miss him,” Nuan Qianqing lifted her face, her eyes sparkling.

“Miss, let’s go tomorrow. At this hour, Young Master Yin has already gone to bed. We won’t disturb him. First thing in the morning, I’ll take you to see Young Master Yin, okay?” Uncle Zeng coaxed.

“Mm, okay.” She nodded. She couldn’t disturb Brother Yin’s sleep, or he might get upset and not like her anymore.