Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon’s Reluctant Love

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Leaving Him Was the Right Decision

“Sister, you don’t have anywhere to go? Why don’t you come back with me?”

As Ming Wan said this, she looked at the man driving, “Brother Yichen, Sister Yao was kicked out by the Fourth Master, can you take us both back?”

Xiao Yichen glanced at Ming Yao sitting on the bench, staring into the sky, and nodded, “Okay, tell her to get in.”

Ming Wan had only mentioned it casually, not expecting Xiao Yichen to really agree to take Ming Yao along.

Could he still have feelings left for her?

Suppressing the jealousy in her heart, Ming Wan said to Ming Yao with a tender smile, “Sister, it’s getting late, it’s not safe for you to sit here. Come home with me!”

Ming Wan attempted to pull Ming Yao up, but before she touched her, she was brushed off.

Ming Wan exaggeratedly stumbled several steps backward.

From Xiao Yichen’s perspective, it seemed as if Ming Yao had pushed Ming Wan away.

Xiao Yichen got out of the car, his brows deeply furrowed as he looked at Ming Yao, “Wanwan is kindly asking you to go back with her, what are you doing?”

Ming Yao looked coldly at Xiao Yichen, “What, does my sitting here bother you?”

Xiao Yichen stiffened, “Ming Yao, don’t be so aggressive when you speak!”

“Sorry, I’m not familiar with you, please call me Miss Ming or Mrs. Gu.” Ming Yao leaned back in her chair, radiating an aura of detachment and coldness, “Take your bitch and get lost!”

Ming Wan, standing beside Xiao Yichen, suddenly turned a shade of purple.

“Sister, how can you speak to me like that?”

Ming Yao raised an eyebrow, “Did I name names? If you cast yourself in the role, is that my fault?”

Xiao Yichen looked at the arrogant and domineering Ming Yao, his frown so tight he could almost squish a fly.

Ming Yao had become someone he barely recognized.

“Ming Yao, you are really beyond comparison with Wanwan!”

One was gentle.

One was willful.

One was considerate.

One was wild.

The contrast couldn’t be clearer.

Ming Yao scoffed, “Why should I compare myself with a bitch?”

Ming Wan, “…”

Xiao Yichen’s face turned ashen, “You’ve gone too far!”

“I’ve gone too far, and yet you’re still shamelessly standing here? If you’re sick in the head, go see a psychiatrist!”

Xiao Yichen guided the teary-eyed Ming Wan into the car.

Once in the car, Ming Wan’s tears began to fall.

“I don’t understand why sister dislikes me. Is it just because mom and dad like me and not her? Since she was brought back from the countryside, I even gave her my beloved plush toy, let her have my room, and was willing to share everything with her. Where did I go wrong?”

“Is it because when she liked Xiao Yixuan, Xiao Yixuan had a crush on me, and it was the things he did for me that made her jealous and angry? Does that mean she doesn’t even want me as her sister anymore?”

Ming Wan cried breathlessly.

Xiao Yichen looked at the tearful Ming Wan and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Ming Yao had indeed become unrecognizable!

“Alright, don’t be sad over someone who’s not worth it,” Xiao Yichen patted Ming Wan’s shoulder.

Ming Wan took the opportunity to lean into his embrace.

She looked up at him with teary eyes, “Yichen, I’m really worried about sister. It’s so late, and if she encounters a bad person sitting here, what will happen?”

“She might not care about her reputation, but I’m really afraid something might happen to her!”

Ming Wan’s wet eyelashes trembled, and her delicate, tear-stained face looked pitifully charming.

Xiao Yichen’s Adams apple bobbed as he replied, “She’s an adult, you don’t have to worry, nothing will happen to her!”

Ming Wan made a soft noise of acknowledgement and when she buried her face in Xiao Yichen’s chest again, her lips grazed his cheek ever so lightly.

A faint, lingering fragrance swept into my nose.

Xiao Yichen’s body suddenly stiffened, and he reached out to tightly embrace Ming Wan’s slender waist.

The corners of her lips slowly curled into a smug and pleased smile.

She just knew that very few men could resist her charm!

…

Two o’clock in the morning.

A group of people left the bar, wearing denim jackets, ripped jeans, and diamond stud earrings. Jing Hang and several young masters prepared to go to the Mountain Road for a motorcycle race.

The motorcycles roared as they sped down the road.

As they passed the fountain square, one of the young masters said, “Look over there, there’s a beauty sitting!”

The group looked toward the fountain square.

There sat a woman with a slender and graceful figure. In the cold weather, she sat like a stone sculpture, her head barely tilted upward, motionlessly staring at the sky.

Her long, black, curly hair hung loosely, and her small, melon-seed face was only the size of a palm. Her fair skin was so pale it lacked any hint of color. Her thick lashes fluttered gently like the wounded wings of a butterfly.

Jing Hang immediately recognized who was sitting there!

He abruptly stopped his motorcycle, took off his helmet, and looked toward Ming Yao.

What’s wrong with the senior sister?

Why isn’t she staying in Imperial Garden in the middle of the night, and why did she come out here?

Seeing the luggage placed at Ming Yao’s feet, Jing Hang’s brows furrowed deeply.

Had she quarreled with her nominal husband again?

“Jing, are we still going racing? Or did you fall for that chick and want to pick her up?”

Jing Hang waved his hand dismissively, “Don’t spout nonsense.”

“If Jing doesn’t want her, can I try my luck?”

The speaker was rewarded with a heavy slap on the back of the head by Jing Hang.

“She’s my sister, dare to try it and see what happens,” Jing said impatiently, waving them away, “Go on, you guys go play.”

If his senior sister hadn’t been in Li City and he wasn’t worried about her, Jing Hang would have left Li City long ago.

After Jing sent the young masters away, he rode his motorcycle toward Ming Yao.

Ming Yao was nearly frozen stiff.

Without the scent of Gu Siting on her, she simply couldn’t sleep, and didn’t want to.

Closing her eyes, she saw the image of Little Snowball and the man’s bone-chilling gaze.

Truthfully, it was very unpleasant!

Perhaps leaving like this was the right decision.

She felt a pang of conscience for him, but if he knew one day that she stayed by his side for the sake of his “heart blood,” he would probably be even more enraged, wouldn’t he?

By then, even if she had cured her insomnia, would she really be happy?

“Senior Sister!”

Suddenly, someone patted her shoulder.

Ming Yao’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she turned to look at Jing Hang standing behind her.

“Senior Sister, what are you doing here? Did your nominal husband kick you out?”

Jing Hang rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to fight, “He doesn’t cherish a wife who’s as beautiful and talented as you, and instead spends all day doing inhumane things. I’m going to Imperial Garden now to find him—”

Ming Yao grabbed Jing Hang, her voice hoarse, “I did something wrong.”

Jing Hang’s eyes widened, “Senior Sister, how can someone as perfect as you do anything wrong?!”

Ming Yao, “…” How was she perfect?

“I hurt Little Snowball.”

Ming Yao told Jing Hang about what had happened that night.