Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue felt the warmth of Xie Limo’s hand and recalled the first time they held hands. Back then, her heart was still cold and desolate, and it was the warmth of his hands that had thawed her heart. It had been more than a year, but she always felt the warmth that he offered.

She was resolute that no matter what happens in the future, she had to become stronger. She promised to herself that she would definitely become a better wife―a wife who would also provide constant warmth for her husband.

Xie Limo held Yun Bixue’s hand as they went downstairs. On the stairs, he sensed that something was amiss, so he glanced back and saw Yun Bixue lost in thought. With her head bowed, it was clear that she wasn’t paying attention to the path ahead of her. He shook Yun Bixue’s hand and asked gently, “What are you thinking about? Look where you’re going, okay? You’ll fall!”

Yun Bixue raised her head and blinked her bright eyes. She looked intently into his eyes and said with confidence, “I know you won’t let me fall.”

Xie Limo shook his head resignedly. Nevertheless, his gaze was filled with love and indulgence. He liked how his wife trusted and relied on him as this showed that he had left a long-lasting mark in her heart.

And he would never let her down.

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In the White House, Country E.

Xirong Ziye was getting married to Xiamu Qingyan very soon. That day drew nearer and nearer, but his heart grew emptier and emptier. He had clearly made all these decisions, but during his free time, he kept feeling as though he lacked something highly important to him. His heart felt bare and not grounded at all.

The media was all reporting on how loving he was with Xiamu Qingyan. He felt the same too, but he would still wake up from his dreams feeling stunned.

When he was still in school, he had a memorable first love. Even now, he wasn’t sure if he had already let go of her. Every time he looked at Xiamu Qingyan, he still felt as though he was young and was exploring the world with his lover.

Xiamu Qingyan really resembled his first love. However, no matter how similar they were, they were still two different individuals. That lady, his first love, had since married someone else.

As he mulled over this, a glint of realization flashed across his sharp eyes. His gaze grew cold as he sneered at himself. In fact, he understood why it had happened. Back then, he was very poor, that was why his first love fell for someone rich and even married that person. After that, he realized how important wealth and authority were.

After realizing his social status, he grabbed that opportunity and slowly climbed to where he was now. He should be enjoying the fruits of his labor now, but instead, he felt somewhat depressed from time to time.

He sat on the wooden chair before the windows, shutting his eyes as he soaked up the rays of the setting sun. His heart grew increasingly lonely.

The faces of three people flashed through his mind incessantly. The first was his first love, and the second was Xiamu Qingyan. Bai Yaoyao was the last. He tried to erase them from his head but to no avail. This made him very weary, so he couldn’t rest well.

Ever since Bai Yaoyao left, he spent most of his time by Xiamu Qingyan’s side. He wanted to accompany her more so that his heart wouldn’t feel so lonely. He also wanted to show the Xiamu family that he still needed their support.

Sighing, Xirong Ziye stood up to walk outside. When he was about to step out, however, Xiamu Qingyan called.

He heard her warm voice saying, “Ziye, I heard that you have another villa in the White House. That place is gorgeous. Can I go and take a look?”

Xirong Ziye gripped his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His face turned rigid as he pressed his lips into a thin line. He didn’t know how to answer her.