Wanton pampering!Chased by a coquettish boss

Gu Yiqin often dreams of the moonlit night when the red roses are in full bloom. The woman fell like a broken butterfly, her white dress stained with blood, and left his life like a phoenix about to reach nirvana.

What is the limit of pain? It is when the sky and the earth are eclipsed and the world falls apart.

Obviously a second ago she was being gentle and coquettish to herself, saying, Ah Qin, I want to see the moon.

He didn't even notice the cold determination beneath her seemingly soft appearance.

She never really compromised herself.

The moment she jumped off the balcony, he knew that she must hate him so much that she didn't want to stay in this world for one more second, so much that she didn't even want to see her relatives again, and so much that she didn't want his child.

He wondered in a daze what exactly was the wrong step.

Like a hysterical madman who had lost everything, he rushed downstairs, hugged her body covered in blood, tremblingly put on the carefully prepared engagement ring for her, and begged her to wake up over and over again.

But she would never wake up again.

Before he could explain his true feelings, she had already left him in such a tragic way.

Those memories belonging to another personality are more like Lingchi's sword. The fusion of memory and emotion turned into regret and pain, and was returned to him in double amounts.

He held her body that was gradually losing temperature, and even his breathing was filled with the smell of blood. He seemed to see her bright almond eyes in a trance, as stubborn as the first time he saw them. He teased her bad whims, and she resisted and refused to give in.

When he met those crystal clear eyes, his heartstrings were touched. For the first time, he wanted to keep her by his side forever.

It has nothing to do with love, because he doesn't understand what love is at all.

He launched a fierce "pursuit", but she was completely indifferent. He seemed like a madman, becoming more and more paranoid. Those dark emotions tortured him every night, and his patience gradually ran out.

Finally, on her 19th birthday, he showed his fangs and control that he had never shown in front of others.

All he had to do was move his fingers, threaten her, and force her into confinement. She was like a bird that couldn't fly out of his palm and could only stay in his cage.

His little rose can only bloom in his garden.

But she became increasingly unhappy. Even though he compromised and allowed her to paint at home and collect rare treasures from around the world, he could not make her smile.

It seemed that she had never truly smiled in front of him since she was entangled with him. But when he was imprisoned in the villa, the light in her eyes gradually went out.

It turns out that the first step was wrong.

The rose he liked was eventually picked by him, and he never thought that the flower would gradually decay and no longer be the one he originally wanted.

He realized too late that it was his paranoid desire for control and self-confidence that destroyed her.

He originally thought that she was a dodder flower that could only rely on others and could not withstand any wind and rain. He wanted to protect her. The world was so full of mud and mud, and she should not get involved in it at all.

Beautiful things should always be beautiful, so he wanted to keep her forever, not wanting anyone to see her or change her.

The influence of childhood, the division of self, he no longer allows the things he cares about to change, so that they are out of control in his hands.

He should have understood that the other personality was his shadow and another part of his consciousness. It turned out that he had put her in his heart a long time ago.

It's just that his care is pathological, dark, hopeless, and no one can understand it.

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After her death, he never dared go near the balcony again. He didn't tell her family about her death because he didn't know how to face them.

In the empty mourning hall, he looked at the woman in the crystal coffin, and the bones in his body were trembling and painful. Without her, the world would be dark and lightless.

To him, she was like the moon in the wilderness.

But to her, he was the dusk of despair.

Looking at her in the crystal coffin, his eyes were filled with crazy nostalgia. He really wanted to hug her and stay with her.

The sharp blade touched his wrist, and he felt relief that he had not seen for a long time.

Is it possible that I can still catch up with her and cross the Naihe Bridge? Is it possible to meet her again in the next life?

However, when his consciousness was low, his father broke in.

He's not dead.

"Gu Yiqin, are you possessed by an evil spirit! You're just a woman, what do you want if you want to live or die?" Gu Yan was so angry for the first time. He looked at the dead tree on the hospital bed and suddenly lowered his voice, as if sighing, " Everyone is in the coffin, please inform her parents."

He kept asking her to lie to her parents about studying abroad, and the lie would eventually be exposed.

The wind was biting that day. As Anjing knelt in front of the tombstone, he heard the heartbreaking cries and scoldings in his ears.

He just kept silent and stared at the tombstone in front of him.

Yes, he is an evil spirit.

It was her misfortune to meet him.

The corners of his eyes were cold, and he forgot whether he was crying. With Yun Qing's support, she returned to the villa. Even though this was the place where she left him, it was also the place where he had been with her for many years.

He locked himself in the villa and looked at her paintings, her dresses, and her photos like a self-torture. He hugged the pillow and smelled the remaining breath, as if she had never left.

For three days and three nights, there was almost no food or drink. People from the Gu family came around, and Mr. Gu almost knelt down and asked him not to think too hard.

"The prosperity of the Gu family needs you, Yi Qin, I beg you, old man! Your cousin Yu Xun is still in prison, and you are the only one left in the Gu family!"

He looked at the old man in front of him who had been stubborn all his life and the responsibility that was forced on his shoulders. After a while, he finally spoke indifferently.

<divclass="contentadv">"Okay. I'll arrange everything."

Mr. Gu felt relieved now, but he didn't know what the "arrangement" he meant.

When Gu Yiqin walked out of the villa and returned to the company, outsiders thought that he had finally returned to normal.

He immediately delisted the Jiang family that he had pretended to be and went bankrupt in the imperial capital, making the other party pay the price.

Then he handed over most of the matters at hand to Yun Qing.

The second month after she left, in order to atone for his sins, he went to Qiyin Temple.

In the smoke, he hoped that I, the Buddha, would be merciful and give him another chance.

However, Master Mingwu told him that if he converted to Buddhism and was pious enough, he would meet again by chance. Then he was given a string of rosewood beads.

That string of beads imprisoned his long-cherished wish, his wishful thinking, and his only comfort.

In this way, for a ridiculous Zen statement, he traveled for ten years regardless of rain or shine, kneeling and worshiping thousands of steps before the Buddha every day, just for the thin hope of seeing her again.

Ten years later, on his 37th birthday, he was hungover until dawn.

The air was cold and biting, and there was no trace of her breath on the soft bed. His mind was dizzy, and the alcohol was on his head, corroding his bones and burning his heart.

In a daze, he seemed to see her in a dream.

In this dream, she actually called her husband. It turned out that they were married and had a pair of lovely children who looked like him.

She has matured a lot, with a caring and gentle smile on her face. The smile was so warm that he almost fainted from such happiness.

But he only dared to look at her carefully and didn't even dare to speak. He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, this rare dream would be shattered.

She fed him porridge tenderly, and behaved in such a loving and caring manner that he almost turned red. Over the years, apart from his deep regret for her, he missed her like crazy.

The moment he finally couldn't help but call her, he saw her face suddenly change.

"who are you?"

Her expression was so cold and unfamiliar, and her tone was so cold.

He just looked at her dreamingly, and couldn't help but hold her in his arms. The real touch made him doubt that this was not a dream.

"I'm not your Xi'er." She stated ruthlessly and coldly, looking at him like a stranger.

The heart-pounding pain was unbearable, and he stubbornly believed that she was his Xi'er. To verify, he pulled open her collar and looked at the tattoo on the back of her shoulder, but it was all white.

She is 33-year-old Yan Xi, not his Xi'er. His Xi'er always stopped at the age of 23 and died under his force.

He suddenly let go of his hand hastily and had to admit it.

This is his little rose, but it is not his little rose either.

Thinking of the past and present life that Master Mingwu mentioned to him last time, in the parallel world, it turns out that all of this may not be a dream.

His consciousness was about to fade away, and he looked at her face with nostalgia and persistence.

After waking up, he stared at the ceiling blankly, like a walking zombie, with wet eyes and a tear sliding down his face.

The rosewood Buddha beads I carried with me suddenly broke between the wrist bones. The beads seemed to have been disturbed by some kind of force and were broken and difficult to repair.

He was flustered, but later he searched for various ways to repair it, but it was still difficult to restore it to the original state.

He still didn't give up and went to Qiyin Temple countless times, hoping to meet her again in the form of a dream, but he never dreamed of her again.

Touching the broken beads, he realized that it was too late and he had no chance to make amends.

But thinking that she was happy with "himself" in another world, he thought so.

He read, "Xi'er...I have been atoneing for my sins all my life, so let me use everything I have in this life in exchange for you and your baby being safe in another world."

Later, he founded numerous charitable foundations, ignored everyone's dissuasion, and never married. He made a will and donated all his personal portion of the Gu family property. The remaining shares were given to his adopted son and distant relatives and nephews.

When his adopted son was able to take charge of the Gu family, Gu Yiqin completely converted to Buddhism.

It is also his sin that he is trapped in the only love in his life.

No matter how much he prayed to the Buddha, he never dreamed of her again.

It turns out that when he was 37 years old, he spent half his life just for this one sight.

One day in his later years, in the afternoon, inside the Pure Buddha Gate, he touched the broken Buddhist beads and her photo, and talked to himself.

"It's hard for me to say that I am him. But if I'm not him, what should I do?"

Without this self-deceptive comfort, how could he support himself to go on...

The sun was so warm. In a daze, he seemed to see Xi'er. She smiled softly at him in the warm dusk and said, Aqin, I don't hate you anymore.

The remaining warmth of the setting sun lingers on my fingertips, and the sun sets in the west. The wind finally stopped.