"What are you thinking about?" Mu Ziluo put his strong arm around her waist and frowned slightly. As soon as he entered the door, he saw her leaning against the window with a thoughtful look on her face. He didn't even notice that he opened the door.
Wu Bingxuan smiled softly, "It's nothing."
The big hands on his waist suddenly tightened, his blue eyes darkened, and Mu Ziluo put his head on the back of her head, "Don't think too much."
With a soft smile, Wu Bingxuan remained silent and stared out the window silently.
Outside the window, the calm night is brightly lit, and the twinkling neon lights create a romantic starlight.
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half year later.
Half a year is enough to change a lot of things.
For example, she suddenly felt very tired, heavy-hearted, and even occasionally felt a twinge of pain in her chest.
Another example is that Mu Ziluo disappears frequently. Sometimes it takes a week, sometimes even a month.
She told herself that she didn't have to worry about it, and she always took it calmly and didn't question it. But in the dead of night, looking at the empty pillow, her heart would always throb.
After lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, Wu Bingxuan got himself a glass of milk. He lay down again, opened the notebook on the bedside, and browsed various major websites aimlessly to pass the silent night.
“Explosion: The ship king’s strength is about to run out, and his properties are being ruthlessly devoured.”
"Today's headlines: Asia's giant "shipping king" Chu Wenbo is suspected of bribery, smuggling and other crimes."
Looking at the headlines that dominated major websites, Wu Bingxuan shook his hands and didn't even notice that the milk cup fell onto the sheets. The milky white liquid was quickly absorbed by the quilt, leaving a wet mark.
With trembling fingertips, he clicked on a news report, and the announcer's calm and deep voice described the incident calmly.
"Today's report reports that a special task force has been formally established regarding the case of "shipping king" Chu Wenbo smuggling arms and drugs into society. A month ago, someone exposed Chu Wenbo's many crimes..."
Wu Bingxuan blinked his big dark eyes, and listened in disbelief to the sound of announcements echoing in the space. He opened various websites again, and all of them recounted this incident.
this……
Breathing heavily, Wu Bingxuan felt extremely heavy in his chest, and even felt a little bit of pain.
When she came to her senses again, her trembling little hands quickly picked up the mobile phone beside her and dialed: "Help me prepare a flight ticket to China. The sooner the better."
After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone and lay back with a pale face.
She wanted to go back, confirm these facts with her own eyes, and watch him perish with her own eyes.
After a sleepless night, it was just dawn, and her secretary called her to inform her that she would fly to Beijing at 8 o'clock this morning. She packed some simple luggage, but refused to follow the secretary. Wu Bingxuan gritted her teeth and embarked on the road back to China again.
As soon as he got off the plane and stepped out of the airport, Wu Bingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. Everything in front of him was still so familiar.
He pulled up his clothes, hailed a taxi, and headed to the Chu family manor.
Outside the car window, the scenery seems to have not changed much from ten years ago. It is still severe winter weather and it is still snowing.
But she is no longer a seventeen-year-old girl who fled in a hurry, but a twenty-eight-year-old mature woman who has been tempered by reality.
"Stop the car." Wu Bingxuan spoke quickly, took out a hundred and handed it to the driver, then opened the door and got out of the car.
The cold wind carried snowflakes and blew by. Wu Bingxuan shuddered, wrapped himself more tightly, and raised his head to stare at the still magnificent white manor in front of him.
Deep in the white snow, you can clearly see the fiery red plum blossoms blooming alone.
The red plum blossoms are blooming again.
Closing his eyes, Wu Bingxuan took a deep breath and seemed to be able to smell the refreshing fragrance.