Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife-Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Young Master Xie’s Rescue and His Gentleness

Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios

After ending the call, Xie Limo stood in front of the window. Staring intently at the night sky, his thoughts tumbling and his emotions indiscernible.

After some deliberation, Xie Limo turned around, looking at the purse and document scattered by the bedside expectantly. His eyes glimmered with serenity.

Withdrawing his apathetic demeanor, he bent down to retrieve both the purse and document. Just as he was about to stash the document away in the purse, he noticed the words on it. He paused momentarily before opening the document. The corner of his upturned lips drooped solemnly, as he stored the document safely in the purse.

When Yun Bixue awakened, she felt an excruciating pain in her head, and her body was agonizingly sore. Prying open her eyes, she found herself lying in a foreign and luxurious house. Terror washed over her as she remained in a daze. A trace of confusion flashed across her dazzling eyes.

She remembered feeling depressed, and going to the Luxury Emperor Bar to drown her sorrows, but had no recollections after that.

The more she thought, the paler she turned, and the more pensive her mood.

“Are you up?” A low and canorous voice rang in her ears.

Yun Bixue looked to her side, where she saw a man as divine as a rose sitting gracefully.

As she pulled herself together, her eyes widened in shock. “It’s you?!” It was the man who had helped her at Luxury Emperor Ballroom that day. He should be Xie Limo.

Xie Limo’s polished eyebrows raised lightly, radiating charm and enchantment. His striking good looks almost blinded Yun Bixue. “That’s great, you still remember me!”

“I was at my lowest that day, and it was you who saved me. I would never forget that.” Yes, the affection she had received since childhood had been minimal. Even a minuscule act of kindness would hence be kept close to her heart. How could she ever forget it?

Xie Limo’s charismatic eyes glistened faintly as he watched Yun Bixue. His eyes were like black vortices, seemingly capable of sucking others in.

Yun Bixue turned away from the enchanter. She thought the man in front of her effortlessly emanated an alluring aura; little would be able to resist his charms.

“Okay, since you have woken up, get off the bed. It’s time for breakfast.” Xie Limo had spoken with such elegance that it had made his request sound natural, causing Yun Bixue to be briefly mistaken that they were a couple, and he had been tenderly rousing her.

Alarmed by such a thought, Yun Bixue shook her head and laughed at herself mockingly. She had been through so much, how could she still think of such gibberish?

As she regained her composure, Yun Bixue questioned, “Where am I now? Why am I here? Did something happen last night?” Even though she knew Xie Limo was imperturbable and courtly, she still felt precarious.

“You asked so many questions at a time, which one should I answer first?” Although he had answered casually, his line of sight focused on the “Voice of the City” newspaper within his hands, a somber tone amidst all his grace. They say men who are concentrating hard at work are the most attractive—this adage was indeed correct.

Yun Bixue bit on her lips, her complexion turning pale and her eyes harbored profound sorrow. Since nobody had been willing to marry her, the document in her hands would not be endorsed.

She knew neither what her next steps were, nor whether there could be any reversals. Does this mean that she would only be manipulated in the future? No… She undoubtedly did not want that.

Xie Limo felt Yun Bixue’s silence and subtly lifted his head. He detected the change in her expressions and his heart stirred. “Enough, stop overthinking. I foresee a formidable task ahead, so you should have some food first. There is milk offered in this room, and I have already warmed it up for you and placed it on the table. I hung your purse on the clothes hanger.”