The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

"President, the young madam is here," Qin Yi said respectfully.

Originally, I thought the president would be very happy to see the young madam.

However, unexpectedly there was no reaction.

"Mr. Qin, please go about your work," Xiaonuan glanced at Qin Yi and said.

Qin Yi nodded somewhat unusually, then asked, "Young madam, would you like something to drink?"

"Anything..."

"Alright, I’ll have someone bring it later..."

Qin Yi turned and left, carefully closing the door to the president’s office behind him.

Nangong Yaoling looked at Xiaonuan, a slight smile curved at his lips.

"Why did you suddenly come to the office?"

Xia Xiaonuan looked at Nangong Yaoling, her brows slightly furrowed.

Why, does it feel like there’s something wrong with his expression?

She clenched her fist, and still moved forward, saying, "Nangong Yaoling... I have something to ask you..."

Xiaonuan wore a white coat, underneath were jeans, her long hair draped over her back, her face fair and clean, eyes clear and bright, seeming to carry a touch of melancholy.

It seemed there were traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.

Indeed, she had cried.

Nangong Yaoling felt a slight ache in his heart, got up, and pulled her to the chair opposite to sit down.

Xiaonuan sat on the chair holding Nangong Yaoling’s hand. The man’s large, warm hand wrapped around hers, smelling his faint familiar scent, Xiaonuan lowered her head, inexplicably feeling a bit afraid.

Afraid the answer to her question might be the one she least wanted to hear.

But she didn’t want to misunderstand him either.

Perhaps, there’s still a glimmer of hope in her heart.

She thought if Nangong Yaoling truly cared for her, he wouldn’t really harm Qi Yue. But... who else could it be besides him?

Nangong Yaoling always had plenty of enemies; someone might be trying to frame him...

"What is it, that serious?" Nangong Yaoling reached out and lifted her chin.

"What’s wrong with you today? Looking so weary?"

Xia Xiaonuan was forced to look up and stare into Nangong Yaoling’s eyes.

His pupils were dark and deep, carrying a hint of complexity, and intently fixed on her.

Though his lips curved in a smile, for some reason, Xiaonuan felt unnaturally chilled.

As if sensing something, the corner of her lips trembled a few times before she spoke determinedly.

"Nangong Yaoling, you promised me, you wouldn’t harm her..." saying this, she paused, waiting to see his reaction.

Nangong Yaoling seemed surprised for a moment upon hearing this.

He froze for a moment, something flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly turned his gaze away.

Xiaonuan watched his behavior, feeling a faint sinking in her heart.

"Was it really you? Nangong Yaoling, did you do it? Have you forgotten what you said? How could you..."

The man took a deep breath.

He turned his face, his gaze profound as he stared at her.

"Is this the reason you came today?" Nangong Yaoling seemed to suppress something, asking in a deep voice.

"Tell me, is it or isn’t it?"

"So what if it is?" Nangong Yaoling looked at her, gritting his teeth, "What? Did she call you? Or did someone tell you about this? Was it Liang Shaochen?"

Xiaonuan instantly froze.

She widened her eyes, looking unbelievably at Nangong Yaoling.

Moisture gathered at the corner of her eyes.

Her nose tinged with sourness as she looked at him, for a while, unable to say a word.

It really was him...

Was it really him who did it?

Xiaonuan felt as if a perfectly untouched corner in her heart had exploded.

In an instant, the whole world turned into a filthy wasteland.