The chief ex-husband won't let go of Yi Xiaobao

As his fist came down, Lin Qingran remained in the same position, without dodging at all.

Tears were still silently streaming down her face, but her clear eyes remained calm and serene.

Gu Moxuan gritted his teeth inwardly, looking at her tears, a nameless rage burning deep within him.

"It's your own fault."

He spat out those three words harshly, it was unclear whether he was referring to himself or the person in the bed.

His heaving chest revealed just how angry he was.

He quickly propped himself up from the bed, straightened his slightly disheveled shirt with his long fingers, and kept his deep eyes fixed on the person on the bed.

Lin Qingran's body stiffened slightly, her hands clenched tightly on the bed sheet. After a while, she calmed down and controlled the tears in her eyes.

She remained calm as she slowly got out of bed. The wound on her foot throbbed with a slight, tingling pain, but it wasn't too unpleasant.

Under the man's gaze, she showed no discomfort whatsoever, glanced at him calmly, and said softly.

"You can go out now, I want to rest for a while."

Gu Moxuan's face darkened upon hearing this.

Even if she doesn't tell him to leave, he won't stay here any longer.

He glanced coldly at Lin Qingran, and after seeing her get into bed, he snorted and turned to leave.

The room door was slammed shut, the deafening sound echoing inside.

She frowned slightly, her ears not quite used to the sudden sound, and she experienced some tinnitus.

The room fell silent again. She reached into the tissue box beside her, pulled out a tissue, wiped her narrow eyes, and slowly lay down, closing her eyes.

I was so tired and sleepy just now, but now I'm not sleepy at all.

It seemed that Gu Moxuan had completely chased away her drowsiness.

However, Gu Moxuan was still downstairs, and Lin Qingran didn't want to face him, so she forced herself to stay in bed for an hour.

An hour later, Wang Ma prepared lunch and came upstairs to see Lin Qingran for a meal.

Lin Qingran just got out of bed, and Wang Ma immediately came over to help her.

"Miss, be careful."

Lin Qingran nodded, her expression returning to its usual coldness. With Wang Ma's help, she descended the stairs much faster than usual.

When they arrived at the dining table, they found that Gu Moxuan was already seated and leisurely sipping his soup.

His every move was very elegant, and he didn't have the air of someone from Xiaoping County at all.

It seems that his noble bearing and good manners were innate.

Unlike her, she had a professional etiquette teacher from a young age. Her father consciously cultivated her in this area from childhood, which is why she has the temperament she has now.

It's important to know that before Gu Moxuan joined the Gu family, his life wasn't actually very good.

Moreover, the conditions in all aspects are not good.

She pursed her lips, suddenly becoming curious about who Gu Moxuan's mother was.

What kind of woman could have raised Gu Moxuan to be so outstanding?

Gu Moxuan saw that the woman was sitting in a wheelchair and did not touch the chopsticks in front of her. Instead, his clear eyes kept staring at her.

Her eyes were expressionless. It was impossible to guess what she was thinking.

Even after three years of marriage, Gu Moxuan still felt that he didn't truly understand the woman in front of him, or just how strong her inner self was.

No matter what, he is her husband.

Despite their earlier argument, she showed no resentment whatsoever and instead looked at her with such calm eyes.

How faint must her feelings for him be to remain so calm?

Thinking of this, Gu Moxuan felt a surge of anger.

He immediately put down the bowl in his hand and looked at the person sitting opposite him with a gloomy expression.

"If you don't want to eat, then get out."

He put the bowl down rather forcefully, and soup splashed out, getting all over his collar and clothes.

Lin Qingran raised an eyebrow and saw his expression change from anger to disgust in an instant, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

You should know that Gu Moxuan has a slight case of mysophobia.

If such greasy soup were splashed on him right now, he would probably feel like killing someone.

However, all of this was caused by him, and had nothing to do with her.

Before her smile could fade, the man opposite her cast a sharp glance at her.

Lin Qingran immediately pursed her lips, staring quietly at him, and then pointed to the area below her neck.

Gu Moxuan immediately understood and wiped his neck with a handkerchief; sure enough, there was some soup residue.

However, the greasiness on his neck hadn't completely disappeared, and his expression darkened.

Lin Qingran picked up the handkerchief in front of her, reached down to Gu Moxuan's neck, and gently wiped it.

Her movements were very natural, and her usually cold gaze was no longer devoid of warmth; instead, it had softened somewhat.

Her strength wasn't very great, and her movements were gentle, causing Gu Moxuan's body to stiffen slightly.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

His emotions were naturally stirred up by her.

Gu Moxuan frowned, watching the woman opposite him put down her handkerchief, and said in a calm tone.

"It's still not clean. I might need to go upstairs to take a shower later."

Not clean?

Gu Moxuan frowned, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, and said coldly.

"You are definitely not clean."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingran paused, her hand about to pick up her chopsticks. She looked up and saw the person opposite her looking at her with disdain.

Her heart suddenly felt as if it had been stabbed by something.

Her brows furrowed unconsciously, and the usually eloquent woman fell silent at this moment.

Seeing her sitting quietly in the wheelchair with her head down, seemingly lost in thought, Gu Moxuan felt a surge of anger.

He angrily got up from his seat, strode outside, and walked away without looking back.

Seeing Gu Moxuan leave in a hurry, Wang Ma immediately went into the restaurant. She saw Lin Qingran sitting quietly at the table, slowly reached out and picked up her chopsticks, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Miss, the young master may really care about what happened two years ago. Why don’t you explain it to him?”

Lin Qingran frowned, looked at Wang Ma, and after a long while, spoke quietly.

“Explanation? How can I explain? Aunt Wang, haven’t you realized that the truth is completely unimportant to him? As long as it makes me suffer, he doesn’t care to know the truth.”

"It was the same two years ago, and it will be the same two years from now. Since it's not important, why bring it up at all?"

Wang Ma felt heavy-hearted. She wanted to say something, but it felt as if something was blocking her throat, and she couldn't speak.

"Miss......"

Lin Qingran pursed her lips and said softly.

"Wang Ma, that life is gone. Some things are best left unsaid, just between the two of us. Let's not bring them up again."

Wang Ma nodded, looking at the strong Lin Qingran with a pained expression.

Her calmness at this moment was merely a cover for how much pain she was actually in.

The sound of a sports car engine driving away came from outside the window. Lin Qingran pursed her thin lips, a hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

She calmly reached out with her chopsticks to pick up the dish closest to her.

The food is tasteless.

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