Deep Love For You

Ling Nian knew she couldn't hide anymore. She stopped and looked at him. "Yes, Young Master Li, is there something you need?"

Her mocking eyes shone with anger.

Li Hanchuan tightened his jaw. "Where is Ye Banxia?"

"Oh…" She ridiculed. "I didn't know Banxia has to report to Young Master Li about her whereabouts."

Li Hanchuan's face turned cold. "Doesn't she live here with you?" He intensified his gaze on her. "You're her best friend. Aren't you worried that she has not returned for the night?"

Ling Nian squinted at him. "Did not return for the night?" As if she understood something, she chuckled nonchalantly. "I see, Young Master Li waited here for the entire night…"

She glanced at the cigarette butts littered around the Lamborghini. They further confirmed her suspicion.

Ling Nian looked at the anxious man before her. His eyes were red and the veins on his chin were visible from the way he clenched his jaw. He was frowning intensely and looked very unhappy.

Flames of anger shot up inside her. "What right do you have to act like you are concerned about her and talk to me like this?"

She did not hide her anger at all as ridicule was written between her brows. "Li Hanchuan, you have the cheek to come now?"

His lips pursed into a straight line, and his face was so dark it was like a storm cloud. "I don't want to argue with you! Where is Ye Banxia?"

What exactly had she done?

Since she left the Tang Family Mansion, she'd disappeared into thin air. She did not return to Jin Garden nor to Ling Nian's place. Where could she have gone?

In the two years they were together, he could see that she only trusted her family and Ling Nian. Now she disappeared without any explanations…

"Why should I tell you?"

Ling Nian smirked and looked at him angrily.

Li Hanchuan shut his eyes in anger. A tinge of compromise could be heard in his angry voice as he said, "She's a 20-odd-year-old girl. It's not safe for her to be roaming outside. Ling Nian, if you really want to help her, just tell me where she went."

"Ha…" Ling Nian sneered. "Maybe Young Master Li thinks too highly of yourself."

She stared at him mockingly. "Banxia is having a good time now, way better than when you were together. She doesn't need your crocodile tears."

Li Hanchuan questioned, "Does she have another man?"

The man that he saw at the furniture store.

Before Ling Nian could answer, he asked coldly, "Where did the surgery fee for Ye Hanyan come from?"

Ling Nian emphasized word for word. "I don't know."

"Ling Nian!"

"Don't call my name!"

Her rage exploded. She disliked what Li Hanchuan was doing, it was so disgusting!

"Since you care about her so much, where were you when she asked you for money? For that bitch Ye Youran, you abandoned her. At that time, why didn't you consider that she was just a 20-odd-year-old girl?"

At first, she only felt angry. But in the end, she felt tears in her eyes.

If not for Mo Chenyan, what would Banxia be doing now?

If something happened to Hanyan, how would Banxia handle the sadness from losing her family members one by one?

She was supposed to enjoy life as a rich belle, but ended up having to work at nightclubs as a waitress for money…

How could he have the cheek to come here and shed crocodile tears?

"This is between me and her!"

His deep voice boomed again. Anger was written all over his face. "Tell me where she is, I'll talk to her myself."

"Since it's between the two of you, why come to me?" Ling Nian mocked. "Or is it that Banxia doesn't want to see you, so you have no choice but to look for me?"

Ling Nian flung her long hair. "Young Master Li, since you have broken up, Banxia is living a good life and you're with Ye Youran as you wished, what else is there to talk about? Everyone is on their own paths, isn't that great? Why meet again to cause more agony?"

Everyone is on their own paths.

Li Hanchuan looked at her back view going further and further away. As if there was something stuck in his throat, he could not make a sound.

He wanted to rebut her, but he could not find the words.

Things were not supposed to turn out like this. What was he trying to do here?

Right, he was here to find Ye Banxia, he couldn't just give up just because of Ling Nian's words.

After all, they had been together for two years. Even though he loved Youran, he wanted to see Banxia well.

That's right, that's how it was…

…

It was noon, and Banxia was eating upstairs when Mo Chenyan came back.

Aunt Li had placed a small table on her bed. She intended to eat on the sofa beside, but Aunt Li insisted that it was "Mr. Mo's instructions". Banxia could only listen to her.

Mo Chenyan pushed open the door and saw her eating on the bed. She had a tablet beside her, probably to surf the net and Weibo.

The golden sunlight shone into the room, engulfing her petite body and forming a gentle halo around her.

Hearing the door open, Banxia thought it was Aunt Li. She looked up and instead saw him. She asked, "You are back early?"

"Mm." He looked at her, half laughing. It was as if his eyes were saying, "There is a troublemaker at home, what can I do?"

Banxia looked away awkwardly, probably having misunderstood.

"The furniture will arrive at 1:30 pm. I'll bring you to the study room after you eat."

"Okay."

Banxia nodded but immediately thought of something. She frowned. Why did she have to move? She didn't remember buying anything for the bedroom?

Even though he had intended to change the bed, they didn't see a suitable one at the store and he had put his intentions on hold.

Did he order another one specially?

Thinking of this possibility, Banxia's fair cheeks turned red.

He saw her red cheeks and realized what she was thinking. He smirked.

"Mrs. Mo."

"Mm?" Banxia looked up at him.

"I only ordered a wardrobe, why are you blushing?"

She was speechless.

Banxia's face became even redder. She used her free hand to fan herself and said hurriedly, "I feel a bit warm in here."

Why was it so warm…

She continued eating and browsing Weibo. However, she could not focus on anything. She was merely scrolling subconsciously.

Mo Chenyan stood there until she finished her bowl of rice.

He reached into his pants pocket with his right hand and took out a delicate flannel box. After which, he walked towards the other end of the bed, to her side.