Chapter 59: Did he really not care about her?

  Bai Yicheng followed the sound and saw a slender figure approaching. He paused for a moment, thinking to himself that it wasn't good: did Xi'er know Ling Han?

  A chill suddenly sprouted in his heart, and a thread of fear wrapped around his body.

  This is a predictive worry, fearing that the person he has been thinking about in his heart already belongs to someone else.

  "Ah, Xi'er, you're back! Come here, come here, sit next to Aunt Cao." White Mother turned her head and saw Leng Xi walking over. She immediately smiled with joy, her eyes shining brightly. She beckoned to Leng Xi, gesturing for him to sit down beside her.

  When she saw Ling Han, the cold creek's beautiful face had a faint smile on it. As long as she saw him, she felt inexplicably at ease. She walked over with only him in her eyes. At this time, his handsome face was slightly sunken, his thin lips tightly pursed, and his narrow eyes seemed calm, but there was an inexplicable cold aura about him. He just glanced at her lightly and then turned away, holding the high-footed cup filled with red wine in front of him, his deep eyes staring at the bright red liquid, a hint of mystery flashing across his face, unfathomable.

  "Ah, Xi'er, you also know Han Dashi? Aunt Cao was going to introduce you two, oh no, wait, why am I still calling her Aunt Cao? I should be calling her Mom now, haha..." Bai Mu sat down beside Leng Xi, looked at her with a nod and a big smile, very pleased.

  Call mom?

  As soon as these words came out, the three people present were shocked at the same time!

  Bai Yicheng suddenly raised his head, looking at his old mother, with a moment of surprise, but immediately, the surprised look on his face calmed down and turned into a calm default. For some reason, he didn't mind his mother telling Ling Han about the ambiguous relationship between him and Leng Xi in front of Ling Han. As soon as he thought that Leng Xi might be Ling Han's woman, a certain corner of his heart felt sour and stuffy. He was acting like he wanted to prove to Ling Han that Leng Xi was his person.

  Upon hearing Bai Mu's words, Leng Xi was taken aback and hastily waved her hand. "No, no, no, Aunt Cao, I know you're a kind and gentle person, but I've only known you for a few days, I don't dare to be your goddaughter."

  Leng Xi's heart was racing with anxiety, fearing that Ling Han would misunderstand her and Bai Yicheng. Previously, she had helped Bai Yicheng to relieve his troubles by acting in front of Cao Ayi.

  Now, she didn't want Ling Han to misunderstand her, so she hastily explained. Leng Xi's flustered eyes secretly gazed at the changes in Ling Han's expression, his cold eyes slightly sinking, and a hint of chilliness on his face.

  Leng Xi's heart skipped a beat.

  Is Ling Han angry?

  Will Ling Han's anger erupt?

  She was very afraid of his anger, thinking of this, Leng Xi's heart trembled.

  "Haha…… If I had a daughter like you, it would be the blessing of eight lifetimes. But now, even though you can't become my daughter, becoming my daughter-in-law is still my good fortune." White Mother looked at Bai Xi's face, which was flushing red and white, as if she were listening to someone else discussing romantic matters, her expression a mix of shyness and playfulness. She patted Bai Xi's shoulder and laughed heartily.

  Bai Yicheng just looked on, neither chiming in nor stepping forward to explain anything. Suddenly, he received a clear and bright gaze from Qingmei. He slightly raised his eyes and saw Leng Xi anxiously signaling him with her eyes. He paused for a moment, feeling a pang of pain spreading across his chest. What he had been worried about had indeed happened. His throat felt somewhat dry and rough, and he opened his mouth to prepare to stop his mother's one-woman show.

  After all, it seems that Leng Qing's heart is still closer to Ling Han. Bai Yi Cheng was not a person who would cling to someone shamelessly, nor did he want Creek to be difficult and hurt. Just as he was about to speak up, a voice with half evil and half lazy magnetism flowed out like a gentle stream.

  "It seems that the White Mother is indeed blessed, such a sturdy ship, I don't know how many people it can carry, bringing back home something that's both durable and long-lasting, what joy!"

  His lips curled up in a faint smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he gently swayed the bright red ** in his hand. His words were laced with teasing, not a hint of anger could be detected, but that subtle, evil smile of his was overflowing with a chill that seemed to emanate from the depths of his eyes like a cold spring bubbling up ice shards.

  Upon hearing this, Leng Xi's heart ached and he fell silent, indeed he was still angry.

  Is this remark sarcastic and venting anger at her?

  "Han Shao, you can't say that, getting a daughter-in-law isn't..."

  "Cao Auntie, I think you've misunderstood. Bai Yicheng and I are just good friends, I'm not his girlfriend..." Leng Xi's heart sank as she interrupted White Mother's words, wanting to explain things clearly, but didn't know where to start.

  "Could... could you..." Leng Xi's words were like a basin of cold water poured over her, Bai Mu was shocked and her mouth slightly agape, she was completely bewildered, what on earth was going on.

  "Mom, don't say anything else, it's my business, you'd better mind your own affairs from now on. The auction is about to start, let's go take our seats over there."

  Bai Yicheng's face was somewhat embarrassed, he stood up and pulled away the still stunned and confused Bai Mu. As they passed by Ling Han's side, he clearly saw the icy anger in his eyes, like a surging whirlpool, rushing and rolling violently.

  Leng Xi hung her head, Bai Sheng's face had a fearful and worried look, her cherry red lips were bitten by her pearly white teeth, with a faint blood line appearing, evoking sympathy from everyone.

  Bai Mu was still in a daze, and under her son's urging, she turned around wanting to figure out the situation, but was pushed away by Bai Yi Cheng who wouldn't let her intervene.

  At this time, only two people were left at the four-person dinner table, sitting face to face. Ling Han's expression was elegant and refined, but a hint of coldness seeped through, looking as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened. His slender white fingers grasped the noble wine glass, his fingertips visible through the bright red liquid, slightly enlarged, yet still exuding a sense of powerful temptation.

  He sat in his seat, speechless.

  Leng Xi hung her head, only feeling a chilling coldness surging around her body. She couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could sense the faint coolness of his breath circulating in the air.

  Her heart suddenly thumped and jumped, hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath of tension, and still opened her mouth, "I, I'm here to find you, just now..."

  "The auction is about to begin, be good and listen later."

  Leng Xi's words were cut off by Nono's hook-lipped smile, he suddenly looked at her, and the deep eyes that were calm and peaceful had a hint of gentleness, as if he had never been angry before.

  Leng Xi's mouth was slightly open, and he stood there in a daze.

  Was she overthinking? He wasn't even angry, or did he simply not care who she was with, just as he didn't care about her?

  Does he really not care about her at all?

  Leng Xi's eyes were dull, and although she had a moment of relief when he understood her, she soon realized something that made her mood sink along with it. She lowered her fluttering eyelashes, hiding her disappointment in the depths of her eyes. "Okay..." she replied softly.

  "Han Shao, I've brought what you wanted." Just then, Du Shaohui walked over, holding a gift box in his hand. He glanced at Leng Han with a hint of relief in his eyes and turned to report to Ling Han.

  "Alright, you take her over." Ling Han put down the high-footed cup, handed it over, and stood up. The black suit fit his tall figure perfectly, making him look particularly handsome and slender. He turned around, and a cold glint flashed in the bottom of his eyes.

  "Shattered..."

  As Ling Han stepped away, the high-footed cup he had placed on the dining table suddenly shattered with a crisp sound that spread rapidly, irregular glass shards splashing everywhere, and the transparent red liquid instantly flowed swiftly across the table, like a wriggling little red snake.

  Leng Xi's body trembled with fear, and her face suddenly turned pale.