flstandardbreds Chapter 138 Unprovoked Quarrel
Chapter 138 Unprovoked Quarrel
Today's sunshine shines gently, but it fails to dispel the chill deep in Ye Wanqing's heart.
She seemed to be tightly wrapped in invisible frost, and no matter how warm the outside world was, it could not melt the ice in her heart.
Zhang Duoer's lips were tightly clamped by Su Zimo. She struggled with all her might, but it was like a trapped beast, and it was useless.
Su Zimo waited silently for a moment and finally let go of his hand.
Zhang Duoer, who had regained her freedom, gasped for breath, her gaze piercing Ye Wanqing like an ice knife: "Ye Wanqing, you know best what you did! If I were you, I would never have the audacity to disturb Su Junyan's peace today!"
Zhang Duoer passed away quietly half a year after Su Junyan's death.
After Su Junyan's accident, Ye Wanqing seemed to have disappeared from the world, and the funeral was entirely handled by her and Su Zimo.
When she returned home last year, she heard many rumors about Ye Wanqing intermittently.
Ye Wanqing is living such a comfortable life now, which makes Zhang Duoer feel deeply sorry for Su Junyan!
If it weren't for the unexpected encounter in the cemetery today, she would not have wanted to fall out with Ye Wanqing on such a heavy day and in such a solemn place.
She was filled with indignation and even spoke up for Su Junyan!
Su Junyan had been so affectionate towards Ye Wanqing. If he had not argued with her that day, if she had not smashed his phone, Su Junyan would not have been trapped in that locked storage room and eventually engulfed by the raging fire!
Ye Wanqing is the indirect executioner!
"Zhang Duoer!"
Su Zimo's face was as gloomy as water. He gritted his teeth and dragged Zhang Duo'er aside, shouting in a low voice: "She finally had a new life, do you have to push her into the abyss again?"
Su Zimo's voice was low and suppressed, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Ye Wanqing in the distance.
Zhang Duoer snorted disdainfully, "She disappeared for over a year, and now she's enjoying a life of luxury. Do you still treat her like a saint? Su Zimo, are you worthy of your brother?"
"It was just an accident!"
"If it weren't for her, there wouldn't have been that accident!"
Zhang Duoer was very emotional, with tears in her eyes.
Thinking back to that tragic accident, Su Zimo's heart ached: "No one could have predicted that something like that would happen. Sister Wanqing is already in great pain!"
"I don't see any pain in her! She's been a wealthy wife for six years, how could she be in pain?!"
Zhang Duoer screamed at the top of her lungs, while Su Zimo tried to remain calm.
"Then do you know why she wants to marry Lin Xuan?"
"It's all for money. Is there any need to ask? Everyone knows it!"
Su Zimo saw Ye Wanqing stumbling towards the car, filled with worry. He didn't want to tangle with Zhang Duoer anymore. "Take a good look at Lin Xuan. Doesn't his profile look a bit like my brother?"
After saying that, Su Zimo ignored Zhang Duoer and hurriedly chased after Ye Wanqing.
Ye Wanqing was already standing next to the car. She tried to open the door but failed.
Su Zimo rushed over and said with concern, "Sister Wanqing, let me help you open the car door?"
His words were filled with deep concern, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Wanqing.
Ye Wanqing's body trembled slightly. She glanced at Su Zimo and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for your help."
"Sister Wanqing, you——"
Su Zimo saw Ye Wanqing turn around and walk towards the co-pilot seat. Seeing that her body was shaky, he instinctively wanted to reach out to help her.
Ye Wanqing leaned against the front of the car. She stretched out her hand to support the car body and gently pushed Su Zimo's hand away: "It's a little cold, but it's okay."
Today's sunshine is actually not cold, but rather a bit warm.
Su Zimo withdrew his hand and followed Ye Wanqing's movement as she struggled to open the passenger door.
Ye Wanqing slowly got into the car and turned her gaze to Su Zimo: "You come in too."
After saying that, she sat firmly in the passenger seat.
The car was a bit stuffy, but Ye Wanqing still felt the cold biting.
Su Zimo sat in the driver's seat and turned to look at Ye Wanqing.
Feeling his gaze, Ye Wanqing frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"
"Sister Wanqing, your seat belt is not fastened yet."
After hearing Su Zimo's reminder, Ye Wanqing looked down and suddenly realized that she had forgotten about it.
She slowly pulled the seat belt, and the crisp sound of buckling echoed in the quiet car. "Okay."
As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have lost all support and leaned limply against the seat, her eyes half open and half closed, staring blankly at the ever-changing scenery outside the car window.
Su Zimo pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he started the car, and the roar of the engine echoed in the empty parking lot.
Zhang Duoer watched the black car go farther and farther away until it completely disappeared from her sight. Su Zimo's last words were still lingering in her mind.
She took out her cell phone and her fingertips jumped across the screen, trying to search for Lin Xuan's photo, but found nothing.
Zhang Duoer bit her lower lip lightly, embraced the flowers, turned around and stepped into the cemetery again.
In front of Su Junyan's tombstone, a bunch of bright red roses lay quietly. Without asking, one could guess its owner.
She frowned and gently placed her bouquet in front of the tombstone. Then she moved the bouquet of red roses away and said, "You'd better not accept the gift from Ye Wanqing."
People were coming and going in the cemetery. Zhang Duoer stood in silence for a moment in front of Su Junyan's tombstone, then finally picked up the bouquet of red roses and turned to leave.
"Axuan."
A sudden call made Zhang Duoer subconsciously stop and look back.
She saw a man with his head down in deep thought. At that moment, his figure overlapped with Su Junyan, which made her heart tremble suddenly.
Zhang Duoer stood there in a daze, feeling mixed emotions.
Noticing her gaze, Lin Xuan frowned slightly and gave her a searching look.
His eyes instantly fell on the red rose in Zhang Duoer's hand, and he already knew in his heart that it was a gift from Ye Wanqing.
Lin Xuan's gaze turned to the tombstone again. Sure enough, the red roses that were originally placed there had disappeared, replaced by a bouquet of elegant lilies.
Lin Shuhuai noticed Lin Xuan's strangeness and followed his gaze to look at Zhang Duoer.
"Do you know her?" Lin Shuhuai asked curiously.
"I don't know her." Lin Xuan answered briefly, then walked towards Zhang Duoer, "This rose is not yours, right?"
The man walked closer step by step, and Zhang Duoer finally came back to her senses from her trance.
She looked up and met Lin Xuan's deep and cold black eyes, her expression complex and difficult to read: "No."
"This belongs to my friend, give it back to me." Lin Xuan's voice was low and firm, and his eyes revealed unquestionable determination.
Zhang Duoer sneered, her tone tinged with sarcasm: "It's an unlucky thing, take it if you want it!"
As she spoke, she threw the rose hard towards Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan caught it steadily, while Zhang Duoer had already walked away hurriedly in her high heels.
She didn't want to believe that Ye Wanqing chose to marry Lin Xuan because he was somewhat similar to Su Junyan. Even if that was true, what could she do?
Su Junyan has passed away for many years, and Ye Wanqing's current affection is just a show for the living.
It’s ridiculous!
The Lin family was puzzled by Lin Xuan's behavior. Although Mrs. Lin said that she would not interfere in his private affairs, she did not ask much and just left with the housekeeper.
Lin Shuhuai walked up and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? You're asking for flowers from a stranger."
Lin Xuan stared down at the rose in his hand and said in a low voice: "This flower does not belong to her."
"Whose is that?" Lin Shuhuai asked subconsciously.
This time, Lin Xuan did not answer, but just glanced at Lin Shuhuai indifferently, then continued to walk forward with the rose, leaving behind his back.