Back to 1997 as an idol

Le Xi returned to the villa.

She asked Aqiao to go home and stayed in the villa alone.

Qing Ning called several times.

Le Xi finally answered the call.

"What are you doing?"

Qing Ning's tone was unprecedentedly gentle.

Le Xi knew what Qing Ning meant by calling now, "I'm fine."

Le Xi simply replied with three words, in a relaxed and casual manner.

“It better be true.”

"So what if it's not true." Le Xi sat on the bay window on the third floor, looking at the sea outside the window, appearing calm on the surface.

"Oh, I feel like I still have to go back to see you." Qing Ning sighed.

I don’t know which word touched Le Xi’s nerves.

Her lips twitched and tears fell silently.

Le Xi silently wiped the tears from her face and said in a sobbing voice, "Sister, it turns out that what you said was right. He didn't even say hello to me about the matter of principle. I was like a fool, only worthy of getting information from the press conference like everyone else. On what basis did he do that? Why did he treat me like this?"

Le Xi was choked with sobs and couldn't speak.

"Be good, we can take it and put it down. I'll be back soon, don't think too much, just have a good rest."

Qing Ning hung up the phone and called a return car.

An hour and a half later, we finally got back to the villa.

Qing Ning opened the door hurriedly and looked for Le Xi everywhere when she entered the house.

Fortunately, Le Xi just sat quietly in the room, staring blankly out the window.

Qing Ning walked to Le Xi and saw that her eyes were swollen from crying.

The tears on my face have dried.

Qing Ning hugged Le Xi.

"It's okay, sister. I think it through clearly." Le Xi said softly.

"I believe my sister will be able to get over it soon. Matters of the heart are nothing compared to many difficulties in life." Qing Ning, who is almost ten years older than Le Xi, always hopes that her sister will not follow her path.

"It's still my fault. I was careless."

Le Xi's nose twitched and tears welled up again.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Don't cry, don't cry." Qing Ning patted Le Xi's back with one hand and used the other hand to help Le Xi wipe her tears with a tissue.

"I will never trust a man so easily next time. It's so infuriating! Bastard!" Le Xi yelled and threw the phone in her hand away.

"Don't be angry about money. It's quite expensive." Qing Ning felt that the phone call was not worth it.

"A bastard gave it to me." Le Xi blew her nose hard.

"Sister will buy you another one tomorrow."

After the breakup, Le Xi seemed to have lost her soul.

I sat on the bay window in a daze, and suddenly I started crying, not knowing what I was thinking about.

After crying for a long time, he stopped.

During this period, she would think of the good things Bai Zicheng had done to her and the sweet times they had spent together.

These fragments would be like knives, repeatedly stabbing Le Xi's heart.

At that time, it might have been true love, but he concealed the fact that he had a son.

Shouldn't love be about honesty and openness?

Although, sometimes I can't help but want to call Bai Zicheng and ask what's going on.

However, when she thought about the fact that Bai Zicheng held a press conference without informing her in advance, what else was there to ask?

Now that I have a son, will there be a second or third son somewhere in this world?

Thinking of this, Le Xi felt very tired.

What is the purpose of this time travel?