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

Because the public didn’t know her, even if she were to reveal her identity, no one would believe her words.

Eyeing the darkening sky, Shui Qianqian knew that she couldn’t stay for any longer. She bade goodbye to Yun Bixue reluctantly before she left.

Yun Bixue was reluctant to see her leave, but for now, at least she knew of Shuishui’s whereabouts, so she knew that she would have the chance to see her in the future.

Xie Limo only entered the room after Shui Qianqian left.

Yun Bixue explained, “She used to be my roommate during my freshman year in university. We were as close as sisters.”

“Although you’ve never mentioned her before, I found out about her when I was looking up about Chu Fei’er.”

Yun Bixue sighed. “I didn’t mention her in the past because I didn’t want to talk about those sad matters.”

“Now that you’ve met her, you’re in a better mood now.”

“Yes, I’m really happy today. I feel that this world has its plan for everything.”

Xie Limo’s expression softened. “So what you’re saying is that this emergency landing at Country M might be fate’s way of letting the both of you meet?”

“That’s right. That’s why I’m so happy. You don’t have to worry about my health, okay? Look at your dark circles. You didn’t rest well, did you?” Yun Bixue said as she gently touched Xie Limo’s eyebags.

Looking at the heartache in Yun Bixue’s eyes, Xie Limo tugged her hand down before giving her a peck. “It’s alright. After you eat the fruits, I’ll take a nap.”

“Okay. You can rest beside me.”

…

Even if it was pouring outside, Shui Qianqian still climbed the rope. She caught her breath upon reaching her room before taking off the raincoat.

She mumbled, “This rain is too much.” She hopped a little as she flipped her hair a little.

The energy she had was completely different.

Rong Jin watched on from the side as his expression shifted. It was the first time he saw a trace of energy from Shui Qianqian, and it was vastly different from the dead air that she used to be surrounded by.

Realizing that Shui Qianqian was going to change, Rong Jing coughed lightly.

The fingers that were about to unbutton her clothes paused, and she yelled, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me!”

“Prime Minister? What are you doing here?”

“That should be my question for Your Highness. Where did you go?”

Shui Qianqian rolled her eyes. “My whereabouts are of no concern to you. This is my freedom.”

“Everyone knows that you are my fiancée, so I have the responsibility and duty to care for you.”

Shui Qianqian turned around to seriously observe this exquisite face of his. His eyes were indifferent, calm like unmoving waters. “Oh? You’re concerned about me? I think you’re more afraid of me causing trouble for you.”

“Even if you don’t tell me, I have my ways to find out.”

Something shifted in Shui Qianqian’s eyes, and she calmed her tone. “Wasn’t it you who told me that a plane landed in our airport? There’s a pregnant woman on board, so I went to check on her.”

“That’s all?”

“Yes, that’s all. If you don’t believe me, you can go and check.”

Rong Jin’s expression shifted and got a maid to bring in some ginger soup. “You ‘re drenched. Here, drink this so you won’t catch a cold.”

“Okay.”

When Shui Qianqian saw that Rong Jin was about to leave, she plucked up her courage and said, “Rong Jin, I have something to talk to you about.”

Rong Jin paused in his steps and turned around. It was rare for Shui Qianqian to speak to him in that tone and even rarer for her to call him by his name.

Noticing his gaze on her, the words she prepared became stuck in her throat, but when she thought about Yun Bixue, she pushed on. “I am your fiancée and I’ve reached my legal age as well. When are we getting married?”