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

Chapter 4945



Chapter 4945: Wind chimes of memories (81)

Translator: 549690339

After all, Ying Qianxi was very popular now. According to normal logic, he should seize the momentum of her popularity and hurry up with filming.

However, Ying Qianxi was different from what everyone thought. He actually held a press conference to withdraw from the entertainment industry.

No one knew what he was thinking. Perhaps even his manager didn’t know.

However, Ying Qianxi had her own thoughts.

He had also arranged everything before holding a press conference.

Moreover, it was time for him to return to his family.

Huang qingdie stood in front of the big screen in the square. She was also dumbfounded. She did not understand why Ying Qianxi wanted to quit the entertainment industry.

She remembered that Ying Qianxi really liked acting.

At that time, when he was filming, some actors treated him that way, but he silently endured it.

Why did she suddenly stop acting?

For a moment, Huang qingdie did not know how to think. She was a little blank and confused.

There was a dull pain in her heart.

This was because she did not know how she would be able to see him again if Ying Qianxi did not appear on television in the future. She did not know how she would be able to know how he was doing.

Huang qingdie looked at Ying Qianxi’s handsome face on the big screen. Her eyes were filled with infatuation and reluctance.

When Ying Qianxi was about to leave after she finished speaking, Huang qingdie saw her back as she turned around on the live television. She could not help but tear up.

She really didn’t want to see him turn around. She didn’t even want to see him on TV.

She really missed Ying Qianxi.

She felt that she had not seen him for a long time.

The figure he saw on television did not count.

Even after the live broadcast of the press conference ended, Huang qingdie was still standing in front of the big screen in a daze, tears constantly falling from the corners of her eyes.

After a long, long time, she felt that her tears had dried up.

Huang qingdie felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained.

She was not in the mood at all. She did not want to do anything or eat anything.

She walked to a chair on the boulevard of the square in a daze and slowly sat down. Then, she fell into a daze and cried alone.

He took out his phone and wanted to make a call, but he didn’t make it.

In the early autumn, the leaves of the parasol tree were also falling gently, bringing with it a sense of desolation, just like Huang qingdie’s mood at this time.

When the wind blew, there was a slightly cold feeling.

It was unknown when, but a person was sitting on the bench beside Huang qingdie.

Huang qingdie vaguely felt that someone was sitting next to her, but she was not in the mood to look at him or explore anything else.

She was still immersed in her own emotions.

After a while, she heard a familiar voice,”what’s wrong? are you unhappy?”

When Huang qingdie heard this familiar voice, her whole body trembled. Such a familiar voice, as if it was engraved in her heart, was she really not hallucinating?

Huang qingdie slowly raised her head and looked at the person beside her.

Ying Qianxi!

Huang qingdie blinked her eyes and rubbed her eyes hard. She looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.

She really wasn’t hallucinating.

Ying Qianxi looked at the tears in Huang qingdie’s eyes and the smile on her face disappeared.

His eyes were filled with pity and heartache.”Silly girl, you didn’t see wrongly. It’s me. Why are you crying out of the blue?”

Huang qingdie wanted to cry even more when she heard Ying Qianxi’s voice that was filled with heartache and pity.

“I saw the press conference,” she said, pursing her lips.

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