Regretful, Mr. Lin's pursuit of his wife ended in a funeral

"Go home?" His eyes fell on her.

The weather is a little cool today, and it will be even colder with the wind at night, so she put on a coat over her white dress and put her pair of white legs in cotton slippers.

Refined yet laid-back.

Gu Xiqing raised an ugly smile with a twitch of her lips, "Boss Lin, do you want to talk to me about something?"

"Call me President Lin during off-hours?" Lin Qingxuan stood up and slowly approached her, exuding a dangerous aura. "Gu Xiqing... do you want to play the office romance game with me?"

Gu Xiqing involuntarily retreated back to the lounge, touched the door, and said awkwardly, "You think too much."

The moment the door was closed, the shiny leather shoes got stuck in the gap.

Lin Qingxuan put his hand on the door and with just a little force, he pushed the door open a crack.

"Are you still angry about what happened at noon?"

"No." Gu Xiqing didn't want him to come in. This small space was her place to rest, and she didn't want him to defile it.

But the power disparity was too great, and the next moment the door was violently pushed open, and she fell straight to the ground.

I watched him walk in and close the door.

"If you're not angry, why don't you come to me and tell me to get off work?"

Lin Qingxuan looked down at her who had fallen to the ground in a mess: "Gu Xiqing, I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

"Are you a cub? Do you need someone to call you after get off work?" Gu Xiqing climbed up from the ground in pain, her eyes, like the gentle lake under the bright moon, now filled with anger.

Lin Qingxuan looked at her with a deep and burning gaze, "You used to call me that."

“…” What on earth did she like about him at that time?

"Lin Qingxuan, please stop talking about the past, okay?" Gu Xiqing pointed at the starry night view outside the door and impatiently gave the best advice, "If you like the past so much, go to the top floor of Tiansheng and jump off the roof. Maybe you can go back!"

"Then you have to come with me." Lin Qingxuan turned and looked at the tall buildings outside, his face solemn, "If we have to go back, we have to go back together."

If he leaves her here and he leaves, and he comes back in this time and space... haha... isn't that just what she wants?

Gu Xiqing instantly got goosebumps all over her body and couldn't help but step back, sticking to the wall, fearing that he would really pull her to jump off the building.

"Lin Qingxuan, what exactly happened to you?" How did you become so extreme and terrifying?

Although he was fierce in the past, that was all hostile comments about him. He was just venting his instinctive rudeness towards her, ignoring her and not paying attention to her... Maybe because they had little contact, this is the only impression he had.

Now that we have had more contact, is he really such a paranoid and terrible person?

"You want to know?" Lin Qingxuan turned around and sat down at the coffee table in front of the French window. He looked at her with amusement, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. "Then I'll tell you?"

Gu Xiqing pricked up her ears.

I was reborn three years ago, and it was three years ago in a parallel universe. It was already weird enough that such a thing happened. I didn't expect that he would follow me right after that. How could I not be curious?

Lin Qingxuan moistened his throat and observed the curious emotions on her face without moving his expression. His mood improved a little. "It's nothing, actually. It's just that after you died, you married Qianqian, had a pair of lovely twins, lived a happy life, and died of old age."

“…” I shouldn’t have asked any more questions.

Gu Xiqing lowered her eyes and thought for a long while before coming to a shocking conclusion, "So... you're actually an old man in his eighties or nineties?!"

“Ahem!” Lin Qingxuan nearly fainted with his eyes open. His mouth twitched, his eyebrows twitched wildly, and he couldn’t speak. “Gu…Gu Xiqing!”

An old man in his eighties or nineties?

It's a wonder she could think of that!