My Amazing Boyfriend Chapter 70
Chapter 70
Xue Lingqiao unknowingly began to examine his relationship with Tian Jingzhi. It was undeniable that he had never had similar feelings of nostalgia or admiration for anyone before. No matter male or female, in his eyes, were nothing but dead bones after a hundred years. And now, the dead weren’t even buried whole and all had to be cremated; so even the bones were gone, only left with ashes.
Did he like Tian Jingzhi? The answer was yes.
But in the beginning, his fondness for her was no different from liking Shuisheng, liking birds, or liking kittens and puppies. It’s different now, when Tian Jingzhi's life was endangered, his heart started to hurt.pu retl . com is the original translat or, please do not re-post
Was this the so-called ‘love’ that people spoke of?
If so, how long will it last? A month, three months, or ten to thirty years? When she grows old, will it still be there?
There were also problems in this world that Xue Lingqiao couldn't figure out.
"Coach, do you have a girlfriend?" In the taekwondo gym, the little boy, Xiao Quai asked while stretching his legs. Xue Lingqiao was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Of course I do."
Xiao Quai pouted in disappointment: "But my mother doesn't have a boyfriend..."
This little one is quite a gossiper. Xue Lingqiao pinched Xiaojiao's bun face fondly, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that Hong Shiguang walked in with his uniform on.
"Mr. Hong, I thought you wouldn't attend our courses these couple of days."
"It's all about perseverance. Plus, these are just minor injuries." Hong Shiguang looked at Xue Lingqiao apologetically, "I'm really sorry that Miss Tian was injured because of me."
"Mr. Hong do not worry. No one wanted this kind of thing to happen. Has the police given you any progress on the case yet?"
"Not yet, hopefully we catch the perpetrator as soon as possible."
Xue Lingqiao thought for a while, and then asked, "I’ll take the liberty to ask, has Mr. Hong offended anyone recently?"pu retl . com is the original translat or, please do not re-post
Hong Shiguang pondered for a moment: "Doing business will inevitably satisfy everyone, but when it comes to feeling hatred enough to endanger a human life, I think there should be none. But..." He hesitated, "I didn't want to say it, but since Miss Tian was also a victim, it wouldn’t hurt to tell Mr. Xue about my guess. A few months ago, my cousin, Hong Shilong, secretly returned to China. And if I were to die, then he would have the opportunity to inherit the Hong Corp. A feud due to wealth, I really let Mr. Xue see a joke."
Xue Lingqiao smiled lightly: "Nono, there are often such plots in idol dramas."
"Unfortunately, there is no evidence. My cousin is very mysterious and powerful. No one can even find him. I think even the police will find it a little tricky." Hong Shiguang sighed, "But this is just my guess, maybe he is no longer interested in the Hong Corp now."
Seeing Xue Lingqiao thinking, Hong Shiguang asked, "Mr. Xue, do you know if Miss Tian has offended anyone?"
Xue Lingqiao's expression changed slightly.
Was it really a coincidence that this happened when it was inconvenient for him?
After leaving the Taekwondo gym, Xue Lingqiao went to the lakeside of his former residence. The starry night sky was reflected on the lake. The water light shook the stars, and the big white turtle pushed through the water and climbed to the rocks by the lake to dry its shell.
Xue Lingqiao sat for a while and sighed. He didn't have anything to talk about tonight, just wanted to enjoy the silence.
At the other end of the city, the mysterious man in the manor was holding the photo that Xue Lingqiao was longing for.
Detective Zhang stood on the side. He carefully glanced at the owner on the rattan chair, and said softly, "This is an unexpected surprise. I wanted to silence some people before Xue Lingqiao, but I didn't expect to get this photo."pu retl . com is the original translat or, please do not re-post
The man looked at the photo for a while. This photo was taken by Xue Lingqiao for him and his mother. Speaking of which, at that time, he thought that taking a photo would take away his soul, and he was persuaded for a long time before consenting. He was truly ignorant.
He took out a lighter and the flames slowly engulfed the old photo. The last trace of mother's existence in this world was slowly erased.
It didn’t matter, as long as he remembered it…. The humiliation, the unreconciled; it’s better he remembers it alone.
