Chapter 334: Obsessive Husband Fu: Even in Death, We Die Tog

eal, the young master directly took Xiaomuxing away. Grandma, do you think this isn't jealousy"Take it away!!!"This must be it!"Lady Fu was both excited and worried. "You say Xiao Muxing cares more ab...He Chao returned to his office and searched online for the things Yunze had given Shen Qiong. Everything except the keyboard was sold out.

He ordered a keyboard and, thinking that Yu Li also loved collecting sneakers, immediately sent him pictures of the sneakers and asked, "Did you get your hands on them"

Yu Li was very surprised to receive the message. After all, Dr. He was dedicated to healing the sick and had no interest in anything other than medicine. However, he was quite willing to show off his collection.

"It's a must!"

He sent a message back, then snapped photos of his most prized pairs of sneakers and sent them over, "Limited edition worldwide, cool or not!"

He Chao: "Give me these pairs of shoes."

Disappointment:

"Why do you need sneakers"

He ignored his question and sent him a picture of a motorcycle model, "Figure out how to buy me this set."

Disappointment:

He hesitated for a moment before replying, "I won't help you buy it if you don't tell me the reason."

To my surprise, the man who had always seemed untouchable immediately messaged me: "A gift for you."

Yù Lí furrowed her brow, then suddenly reacted, her fingers trembling with excitement from the gossip as she typed: “Isn’t it the girl I was secretly protecting for a few days that you gave to me!”

He Chao replied with an "en".

This is interesting. The fact that Dr. He, a man of few desires, places such importance on this person and even asks him for protection clearly indicates something significant.

with a tone of despondency, he quipped, "If the young mistress of the Ye family knew about this, she would probably faint in the restroom."

He ignored the greeting and simply instructed, "Hurry," before putting away his phone and starting work.

- Manor of Your Excellency.

Master bedroom on the second floor.

After Fu Lingxiao brought Mu Xing back, he stayed by her bedside.

The little girl in her slumber was restless, as if enduring great pain. Her brow furrowed tightly, and her tiny body trembled with shivers.

His forehead was constantly dripping with cold sweat, and the pajamas he had just changed into were also damp.

Fu Lingxiao gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, and helped her change into a new set of pajamas. He sat by the bed, looking at her with deep eyes that couldn't hide his tenderness.

In the afternoon, the girl who had slept for a long time finally woke up.

The instant she opened her eyes, she felt as if a massive void had enveloped her entire being. The strange sensation made her involuntarily furrow her brow.

The next second, a man's gentle voice came to her ear, "Xing'er."

Mu Xing subconsciously turned her head, and the man's handsome face came into view. Her calm expression faltered for a moment, and she suddenly knew where the strange feeling came from...

The moment Fu Lingxiao met Mu Xing's gaze, he felt a change in her.

Her eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth.

In her eyes, he couldn't feel a shred of love, only coldness and indifference.

This strange feeling made him feel terrified. He reached out to touch her face, but she turned her head away.

Fu Lingxiao's hand froze there, "Xing'er..."

Mu Xing ignored him, lifted the blanket from the other side of the bed and walked straight toward the door.

Her diminutive figure stood tall and cold, radiating a resolute determination. With no hint of regret, she was about to leave his world behind.

Fu Lingxiao's heart ached, he couldn't bear to see her like this, so he ran over and hugged her, "Xing'er, I don't want to tie you down, be good, okay"

Mu Xing forcefully broke free from his embrace and retreated backward.

The man followed her retreating footsteps, closing the distance between them. She could clearly see the pain in his eyes. She should have felt pity, but the truth was, she didn't feel anything—no pity, no sadness, not even a flicker of emotion.

His emotions no longer moved hers.

Has despair reached its peak

Mu Xing didn't understand, nor did she want to understand. She just wanted to leave.

"I don't want to fight you, let me go."

"I said, unless I die, you're not leaving me."

Fu Lingxiao walked towards Mu Xing's cold eyes, and when she turned to avoid him, he domineeringly hugged her from behind.

He grasped her hands, bowing his head to bury his face in the crook of her neck. His downcast eyes burned with a fanatical cold fire.

In the palm of his hand, the girl’s delicate bones felt like fragile fledglings, and he could break her wings with no effort at all.

"Baby, even in death, we will die together."

The sky was overcast and heavy, and before long it began to rain heavily.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, a tall man stood behind the girl, trapping her. His thin lips greedily traced along her neck, leaving red marks blooming like plum blossoms on her snow-white skin.

Mu Xing looked at her reflection in the glass, her expression scattered by the rain, like a ferocious monster. Although she harbored intense love, there was darkness and coldness in her eyes.

Fu Lingxiao, I don't like you anymore.

Fu Lingxiao's kiss suddenly paused, his big hand reaching up to cup Mu Xing's cheek, turning her face towards him. A tear escaped the corner of her eye, but her eyes were colder than ever before.

The little girl was not good at disguising herself. She knew she was telling the truth.

She no longer likes him.

He was so wrong, leaving her utterly disappointed.

Fu Lingxiao's heart ached with a suffocating pain. He grasped her jaw in a frantic manner, and kissed her lips almost desperately. Under the thick, curled eyelashes, his eyes were red at the corners, like a wild beast's silent grief.

Mùxīng struggled to push him away, the man held her tighter with even more force. As she moved, he kissed her deeper, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

After a long moment, the man slowly pulled away his thin lips.

In the room, there was no light on. A muffled voice echoed in the dimness: "It's okay, I'll make you fall in love with me again."

……

Fearful of Mu Xing leaving, and fearing that restricting her freedom would make her unhappy, Fu Lingxiao simply stopped going to the company. He stuck by her side every day.

The company is preparing for an international finance summit, the busiest time of year. Suddenly, the boss quit and handed over all control to Zhao Jin, leaving him under immense pressure.

In the late afternoon, he arrived at Yu Zun Manor with a stack of documents.

Then he saw his imposing boss, holding herbs in his hand, asking the future mistress, "Honey, what's this called What does it do"

The future mistress's expression was extremely cold, she didn't pay him any attention at all, not even glancing his way.

But the boss wasn't annoyed at all, and he continued to ask relentlessly.

Zhao Jin was seeing this side of the usually stern and decisive CEO for the first time – his good mood. He couldn't help but feel afraid. What if he was silenced for seeing this hidden side of his boss

He shrunk his neck, braced himself, and walked over with the files in his arms. "Mr. Fu, these urgent documents need your personal signature."

Mu Xingjian saw Zhao Jin coming over and directly turned around and entered the house.

"Take it to the study, and come back tomorrow to get it."

Fu Lingxiao said this, striding to catch up. He couldn't let this little thing leave his sight. She was too skilled; with just a moment of carelessness, she could slip away.

Zhao Jin held the file and followed behind, saying, "Regarding the key items for the International Finance Conference, we need you to finalize them. I've changed the meeting to online, Mr. Fu. When do you have time, and I'll make arrangements."Lingxiao's blurry vision took in her shy movements. The annoyance that had been interrupted subsided slightly, and he gently lifted the blanket.The little person shrank into a small quail, their long...