My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again

When Su Hongxing woke up again, she found herself still in the villa. Her abdominal wound had been treated, and she felt a slight pain.

Unfortunately, her purposeful self-infliction hadn’t achieved another objective.

She wanted to complete that dream and know what lay ahead.

At that time, the doctor entered and advised her, “Madam’s wound has been treated well, so make sure you don’t wet it for some time to avoid infection.”

It was Su Hongxing who had stabbed herself, so from his professional point of view, she hadn’t injured any internal organs.

He couldn’t figure out why Su Hongxing would resort to self-harm.

After the doctor carefully advised her, he left the villa. Not long after, Xiaole appeared impatiently in front of Su Hongxing, mocking her, “Madam, don’t try to attract the master’s attention by hurting yourself anymore. It’s useless. Even if you die in front of him, he won’t spare you a glance. See, he went to work without even waiting for you to wake up. This only proves that you are not important to him at all!”

She had assumed Su Hongxing had risen to a favored position, but it seemed that was not the case.

Upon hearing that Ye Qilan was not home, Su Hongxing breathed a sigh of relief, at least this bought her some time.

Her greatest fear was that even knowing she was injured, Ye Qilan would still insist on possessing her body. If that was the case, her injuries would have been for nothing.

**

After signing the contract, Ye Qilan noticed Beichuan sitting on the sofa in a daze.

Beichuan, a heartless and carefree young master only interested in debauchery, appeared early in the morning looking lost and distraught. He seemed to be troubled by something major.

“Just say what’s on your mind,” Ye Qilan looked at Beichuan directly.

Beichuan hesitated, wanting to say something but then shaking his head: “I won’t say it, you won’t agree to my request anyway!”

Ye Qilan raised an eyebrow: “Alright, then don’t say it.”

Upon hearing this, Beichuan became annoyed. “How can you be like this? You’re not sincere at all.”

Ye Qilan shook his head. Whatever Beichuan wanted to say, it probably wasn’t good news.

Seeing that Ye Qilan remained silent, Beichuan couldn’t help reminding him: “Qilan, don’t you always give me whatever I ask for?”

“What is it that you want this time? Or rather, which of my treasures have you set your sights on and wish to take for yourself?” Ye Qilan asked leisurely.

Beichuan was an open book.

Upon hearing this, Beichuan laughed. “You’re indeed my good friend, understanding me the best. Indeed, I’ve taken a fancy to Su Hongxing. Can you give her to me?”

As he asked this, he stared intently at Ye Qilan’s expression.

Unfortunately, Ye Qilan’s face remained impassive, giving nothing away.

But it was undeniable that his question didn’t cause any change in Ye Qilan’s expression.

“What I mean is, just loan her to me for one night!” Beichuan added after some consideration.

Yes, one night would suffice.

Last night, he had spent the whole night dreaming, and all the scenes were related to Su Hongxing.

The most frustrating thing was that the scenes in the dream were very realistic, as if he and Su Hongxing had indeed shared such a past..