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

Chapter 1037 - Young Master Xie at a Loss



Chapter 1037: Young Master Xie at a Loss

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Yun Bixue’s mind was already blank, so she could no longer process the words that Xie Limo was saying.

In her subconsciousness, she felt like he was patronizing her, so she could not raise her spirits no matter what.

Ever since Xie Limo pulled her out from the depths of despair, he had always treated her well—always adoring, loving, and giving in to her.

She could not pick out any of his faults. If she had to, it would be her own faults.

Precisely because he had always been her pillar of support, she let her thoughts run. She was still telling herself a while ago not to worry, but there was no way there wouldn’t be any worries in her life!

Seeing Yun Bixue’s strange expression, Xie Limo shook her on her shoulders. He lowered his head to look seriously at her and asked, “Xue, are you listening to me?”

It was obvious from Yun Bixue’s expression that she was still in a trance. It was Xie Limo’s first time seeing her like this, so he was at a loss for what to do.

“Xue, please answer me.”

Fireworks bloomed in the sky. Yun Bixue raised her head to look at them, suddenly feeling a clench of sorrow in her heart. She mumbled, “Limo, I want to go home.”

Xie Limo caressed Yun Bixue on the head and asked, “Tired? Okay, let’s go home.”

Seeing Yun Bixue’s spiritless form, Xie Limo kneeled down so that she could lean on his back.

Yun Bixue did not make it hard for him and leaned onto him at once.

Xie Limo secured an arm around her bottom and stood up. He then circled both his arms around each of her knees and moved forward steadily.

Like she had always done, Yun Bixue leaned on Xie Limo’s back as he walked. His back still felt as safe and warm as it had before. Actually, even if he had his difficulties, which he could not tell her, she would not blame him.

In her heart, Xie Limo was her sweetheart, her pillar of support. Because of him, she started thinking that life had meaning and hope.

He was her motivation!

As he walked on, Yun Bixue mumbled, “Limo!”

Xie Limo asked nervously, “Hm? What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”

Because Xie Limo turned to look behind, Yun Bixue pecked him on his cheeks.

Under the lights, her husband’s reddening face was truly beautiful and so incredibly enthralling to look at.

“Limo, I think there’s someone staring at us.”

“Since when?”

“Since we entered the restaurant.”

Xie Limo paused in his steps before adjusting his hold on Yun Bixue. He said gently, “I will get people to look into it, so don’t worry. For the next several days, when I go to work, don’t go anywhere and just stay at home, okay?”

“Okay.” She could still feel that Xie Limo cared for her, so she tried her best to convince herself inwardly.

When they reached home, Yun Bixue was already asleep on Xie Limo’s back, so the latter placed her lightly on the bed.

When he was about to change Yun Bixue’s clothes for her, she opened her eyes groggily and asked, “We’re home?”

“Yeah, you fell asleep. I’m helping you change into your pajamas.”

Yun Bixue’s head felt heavy, so she could not fully open her eyes. However, she still tried to hug Xie Limo out of habit.

Xie Limo comforted warmly, “Don’t play around. Let me unbutton these.”

Yun Bixue shook around as she yawned repeatedly. Xie Limo knew that she had tired herself out today since she had gone almost an entire day without rest. He pecked her affectionately on the forehead before saying, “Good night. Rest well. I will explain it to you tomorrow.”

Xie Limo clearly understood that the most important thing between a couple was trust. However, that trust was also built on one’s honesty, so he would definitely explain himself.

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