Chapter 348 Let Xunxun Stay
He had hurt her and their unborn child, and now he could only watch helplessly as she, filled with hatred, dragged him down with her into destruction.
Han Lingcui watched him cry, and the high wall built of hatred in his heart seemed to have a crack, but it was soon overwhelmed by deeper pain and determination.
"No need to say more, Xuanyuan Pavilion." She turned around, her back to him, and her voice returned to its original coldness. "My decision will not change. Get ready to face the ending you deserve."
I don't know when it started, but there was a dagger in her hand.
As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed directly towards Xuanyuan Pavilion.
Xuanyuan Pavilion could have avoided it.
With his ability.
It can be opened multiple times and countered.
But he didn't.
He just closed his eyes and waited for Lingling's judgment.
The dagger pierced the skin.
It hurts a lot.
But he didn't move.
Even if it's a cold sweat.
"Kill me. If it can make you happier, then kill me."
Han Lingcui's expression changed.
Take a sudden step back.
He lowered his eyes and looked at his bloody hands.
My mind is filled with all the sweet things of the past.
From mutual trust to mutual love, now they wish the other person to die.
Why did it turn out like this?
Her brain ached.
It was unbearable for her.
She didn't want to expose any vulnerability in front of Xuanyuan Pavilion, so she turned around and ran away immediately.
Xuanyuan Ge stood there, watching her resolutely leave, then slowly collapsed to the ground, clutching his hair in pain with both hands. The only sound in the office was his suppressed, trapped-animal-like whimpering.
…
The raindrops were like needles, piercing the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment, turning the neon lights outside into a blurry and bizarre light.
Han Lingcui curled up in the deepest corner of the sofa, the cashmere blanket wrapped around her body slipped halfway off, and her exposed forearms still bore red marks from last night's struggle.
The air was filled with the sour smell of leftover instant noodle soup, entwined with the scent of the cigarette butt that had burned to the end between her fingers, just like the chaotic life she was living at the moment.
The cat's eye at the entrance was covered by a shadow, followed by regular knocks on the door, light but with an unyielding persistence.
"Lingcui, open the door, it's me."
Shen Hanxing's voice came through the door panel, with the unique wetness of a rainy night, "I know you are in there."
Han Lingcui shuddered suddenly, and cigarette ash fell on the cashmere blanket, leaving a few charred spots.
She remembered the glaring lights in Xuanyuan Pavilion's office last night, the muffled sound when the dagger pierced his flesh, and the shadows cast by his eyelashes under his eyelids when he closed his eyes.
"I'm fine." She responded hoarsely, her fingertips digging into her palms. "Go away."
The knocking on the door stopped for a few seconds, and then a soft child's voice was heard, like a sugar-coated stone, thrown unexpectedly into the stagnant silence.
"Auntie Han, I'm Qianxun. I brought you a lot of candy. Please open the door quickly."
Han Lingcui's breathing suddenly stopped.
She stumbled to the door and looked through the peephole.
Chen Hanxing was holding a children's umbrella with a bear pattern on it. The little boy in her arms was looking up with his face tilted back. In his hand, he was holding a bunch of small white flowers tied with a rubber band, with fresh raindrops still on the petals.
The child was wearing a blue dinosaur raincoat with the brim of his hat pulled down low, but it couldn't hide his eyes that were as clear as springs and looked very much like someone else's.
Han Lingcui's heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe.
In fact, if her child was still alive.
It’s about this big now.
She subconsciously took a step back, and her back hit the cold shoe cabinet, shaking the photo frames on it.
“Auntie, open the door,” Shen Qianxun saw no movement, so she raised Xiaohua higher, with a hint of grievance in her voice, “Qianxun is afraid of thunder, but my mother said that Auntie is the most gentle person in the world.”
gentle.
This word was like a rusty key, suddenly opening a corner deep in Han Lingcui's memory.
She recalled stroking her still flat belly and whispering to Xuanyuan Ge, "Our child will definitely be like you, with stars in his eyes."
At that time, he bent down to kiss her forehead, his palm covering her belly, and his tone was unprecedentedly pious: "I will be like you, gentle and strong."
"Spiritual Essence," Shen Hanxing's voice softened, "I know about your affairs at Xuanyuan Group."
"You have to believe that we are friends. If we encounter problems, we must face them together."
She sighed softly, "Even if you don't consider me a good friend, what about Xunxun? He keeps talking about wanting to see you."
Han Lingcui's fingertips trembled as they rested on the door lock, the coolness of the metal spreading through his blood vessels to his heart.
She remembered that when Xuanyuan Ge fell, there was no hatred in the eyes that looked at her, only a kind of pain that was almost relief.
I remember the despair in his Adam's apple when he said, "Killing me will make you happy."
The high wall of hatred finally cracked under the erosion of rain and children's voices, revealing a ray of light called "intolerance" that even she herself was unwilling to admit.
“Click.”
The sound of the lock bolt retracting was particularly clear in the silence.
Shen Hanxing pushed the door open and walked in, and was greeted by air mixed with the smell of smoke and mold.
She looked at her haggard friend in front of her, and her eyes instantly turned red.
Han Lingcui was incredibly thin, with a chin so sharp it could poke someone in the face. His once bright eyes were now bloodshot, like a small animal that had been injured and was hiding in a cave.
“Spiritual Essence…”
"Give me the flowers." Han Lingcui interrupted her, her eyes falling on the small daisy held by Shen Qianxun, her voice very hoarse.
Shen Qianxun timidly handed over the bouquet, tears still hanging on her little face, but she tried to grin: “Auntie, do the flowers smell good?”
Han Lingcui took the flower and her fingertips touched the child's warm palm. The warmth ran through her body like an electric current.
She bent down and smelled the light fragrance of daisies, and suddenly remembered that there was a bouquet of flowers like this in the ward on the day she had a miscarriage.
Although I don’t know who sent it.
But the bouquet of flowers did give her some comfort.
"Xunxun, do you want to eat strawberry cake?"
Han Lingcui suddenly spoke, her voice still cold, but with less hostility, "Auntie, there's some in the refrigerator."
Shen Qianxun’s eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously.
Shen Hanxing couldn't help but sigh in his heart as he watched his friend turn and walk towards the kitchen.
In fact, forgetting the past is a good thing.
Now that they remembered everything, it was actually a greater torture for both of them.
There was a light sound of cutlery colliding in the kitchen. Han Lingcui had his back to them, his shoulders heaving slightly.
Shen Hanxing walked to her side and said softly: “Xuanyuan Pavilion did not call the police, nor did it let anyone investigate this matter. He…”
"Don't talk about him." Han Lingcui turned around abruptly, almost dropping the glass bowl in his hand. "Han Xing, do me a favor."
Her eyes shone surprisingly brightly in the dim light, filled with a desperate determination: "Let Chihiro stay with me, just for a few days."
Shen Hanxing was stunned.
She looked at Han Lingcui's hand tightly gripping the edge of the bowl, which still had traces of blood from last night. Now he was carefully guarding a bowl of strawberry cake, as if he was guarding some rare treasure.
"Lingcui, your current condition..."
"I can take care of him."
Han Lingcui interrupted her, her eyes falling on Shen Qianxun who was curiously flipping through a picture book in the living room. The child was curled up on the sofa, and her small figure made a place in her heart suddenly soften.
"Your mother is sick and has to prepare for her engagement, so she doesn't have time to take care of him. I..." She took a deep breath, as if she had used up all her strength, "I need him."
Shen Hanxing was silent.
She knew Han Lingcui's pain of losing her child, and also knew her deep love and hatred for Xuanyuan Pavilion.
Seeing the mixture of pain, longing and a hint of fragility in her friend's eyes, she finally nodded: "Okay, but you have to call me every day to let me know you're safe."
When Shen Qianxun heard that she could stay, she happily rushed to Han Lingcui.
Han Lingcui looked down at the child, squatted down, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally reached out and gently rubbed the child's face.
The rain was still falling outside the window, but the air in the apartment seemed less cold.
Shen Hanxing watched Han Lingcui clumsily wipe Shen Qianxun’s hands, and looked at the bunch of daisies inserted in the empty mineral water bottle and placed in the most conspicuous position on the windowsill.
Suddenly I felt that perhaps beneath the ice of hatred, there was a kind of love that could penetrate this coldness.
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