private marriage

Uncle Feng couldn't hide the surprise on his face. "Old man, you have to think twice, I think Mr. Ling is like this..."

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Rather than letting Ling Nuanqing torture him like this, hanging him and letting him collapse little by little, it's better to have a complete pain and kick this person out of his life."

The old man would not accept Ling Nuanqing at all, and it was even more delusional for her to want to be Ling Shaocheng's wife.

Ling Nuanqing sat blankly on the sofa, and Fan Xiaozhu stared at her non-stop, "What's on your mind?"

"It's a mess."

"Still won't forgive him, will you?"

Ling Nuanqing shook her head, no one understood, even she herself might not understand.

"There is not so much hatred, but bamboo... I know clearly that we are not suitable."

"Where is it inappropriate?"

Ling Nuanqing was stopped by the question.

"He used to put you in the position of mistress. He should be hacked into pieces. Don't you do it too? But now he doesn't want to marry someone else. Ling Shaocheng's situation is much more difficult now than it was then? Isn't he For a person without ability, if he is willing, it is not impossible for him to make a comeback with a woman."

Fan Xiaozhu didn't know if she listened to these words.

She only watched Ling Nuanqing get up and walk out. "Where are you going?"

"I'll go take a look."

Just now, Mr. Ling hesitated to speak, but Ling Nuanqing could tell that Ling Shaocheng's situation was not good.

She took a taxi to the Four Seasons Genting, Ming Yue seemed to know that she was coming, and would be guarding at the door.

Ling Nuanqing got out of the car and walked over a few steps, but Mingyue didn't intend to let her in. "How did you come?"

"I'll come and listen and speak."

"They're in the small building."

Ling Nuanqing asked subconsciously, "Why did you go to the small building to play?"

Ming Yue hesitated to speak, Ling Nuanqing's brows couldn't help but furrowed, "Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just that Mr. Ling mistook them for the children of the Fourth Young Master. As soon as we met, he asked me to send them back. I was afraid that this would scare the two children, so I simply arranged for them to live in the small building."

The more thoughtful Ming is, the more naturally everything will be done properly. "Don't worry, I'll build a bed for my aunt on the ground floor at night, so they won't be scared."

"Where is Ling Shaocheng?"

Ming Yue pursed his lips tightly, as if he didn't want to ask this question.

Ling Nuanqing walked in alone, and Ming Yue quickly followed her, "Mr. Ling is in your room."

"doing what?"

Ming Yue couldn't answer, "Don't argue with him for a while, he only remembers that you are still in school, so just take it as a kindness and don't expose him."

Ling Nuanqing felt very uncomfortable hearing that, she was still not used to facing Ling Shaocheng like this, he should be looked up to by people wherever he stood, instead of needing others to pity him.

Ling Nuanqing quickly entered the house, went upstairs, and came to a room with the door ajar.

She pushed lightly and walked in lightly. She saw Ling Shaocheng's figure appearing in her eyes. He was lying in front of the table, as if he was concentrating on something.

Ling Nuanqing tiptoed, thinking she was taking it lightly.

The man's voice reached her ears. "came back?"

"Hmm." Ling Nuanqing stepped forward quickly, "What are you doing?"

There was a pile of things messily placed on the table, Ling Shaocheng was doing handicrafts, and the leaves and branches picked up in the yard were laid out at hand, he was a little at a loss, "You don't know how to do the tasks given by your teacher."

"I don't know how to do it, will you?" Ling Nuanqing saw a pile of cut leaves next to him. After Ling Shaocheng dipped in glue, he pasted the leaves on a piece of A4 paper.

He seemed to feel that something was wrong, and looked up at Ling Nuanqing who was lying on the side.

She grinned at him, and Ming Yue followed behind, looking terrified, wanting to remind Ling Nuanqing. "Miss……"

Ling Nuanqing turned a deaf ear and tapped on the painting with her finger. "I've grown up so much, do you think I'm still in elementary school? Our teachers don't ask for such childish homework."

"What?" Ling Shaocheng stared blankly at the glue in his hand, then what is he doing?
Ling Nuanqing brought her face closer to Ling Shaocheng, "Take a good look at me, am I a child?"

Her facial features have grown out, her face is exquisite, and her complexion is as fair and delicate as when she was a child. Ling Shaocheng threw away the things in his hands, "Isn't this homework?"

"You made a mistake. Besides, what you did is so ugly, even if you hand it in, it will be returned by the teacher."

Ling Shaocheng was a little unconvinced, "Then you do it yourself, how could it not hurt me and auntie?"

Ling Nuanqing looked at Ling Shaocheng's complexion, in fact, he looked like a normal person.

He didn't look like a mental patient in Ling Nuanqing's impression. He had high demands on himself. The shirt on his body was almost wrinkle-free, and the collar clip was pinned on it. His neat hair set off the sharpness and calmness of a man.

Ling Nuanqing's heart sank when she thought of the word mental illness.

It was hard for her to imagine that if Ling Shaocheng became completely chaotic and sloppy one day, would she be able to comfort herself and say it was okay?
Ming Yue walked over, wanting to pull Ling Nuanqing aside, and talk to her alone.

"Uncle Mingyue, you go out first."

"What?" Ling Shaocheng looked at Mingyue who was also knocked down by lightning, and then turned his eyes to Ling Nuanqing. "Why are you shouting nonsense? Is Mingyue so old?"

"Oh, he looks older than you, so what's my name if I don't call him uncle?"

Ling Shaocheng was amused, and said to Mingyue, "Go out, uncle."

"Oh, yes, uncle is out!"

Ling Shaocheng's face darkened, realizing that Ming Yue had taken advantage of him, "Get lost."

Ming Yue had no choice but to leave quickly, Ling Shaocheng's attention fell back to Ling Nuanqing, he raised his watch and looked, "Why did you come back?"

"Something's delayed."

"Aren't you going to study at night today?"

Ling Nuanqing, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm not going up, I'm so old, why do I need to study so hard?

Ling Shaocheng stood up, grabbed Ling Nuanqing's arm and pushed her to sit on the chair, "Then tell me, what happened to that Cheng Yici?"

"..."

Ling Nuanqing didn't expect that the three words Cheng Yici were really imprinted in his heart. Everyone has children now, but Ling Shaocheng still remembers him.

"It's nothing."

"He's after you, isn't he?"

Ling Nuanqing really wanted to cry, "Go out, I have to do my homework."

"Didn't you just say that you don't need to study hard?"

"Then I have an exam tomorrow, so I have to prepare for it?"

Ling Shaocheng nodded, "It really should."

He reached out and pulled out the drawer in front of Ling Nuanqing, and took out a complete set of high-level math test papers, "Then make a practice paper tonight, and let me see how well you can score in the test."

Ling Nuanqing was dumbfounded immediately, only to feel that her nightmare had returned.