565 The Secret About the Past 183 (1/2)
At this very moment, Tuoba Gucheng felt touched all of a sudden.
He gazed at her solemnly and held her hand, seemingly trying to empower her.
On the other hand, Jin Qingyan seemed to have been struck with a massive blow while Fan Shixin was sent into a state of frenzy.
”Young Sir…” he asked in a trembling voice,
”Get out,” said Jin Qingyan, sounding much calmer than before.
”Alright.” Fan Shixin took one last glance at him before leaving the room.
He stood by the door, thinking that there would soon be rattling sounds of items being smashed again. Yet, there was nothing.
Fan Shixin shook his head and recalled what he had just seen and heard.
I didn't expect Young Madam to have actually…
It was simply unbelievable.
Jin Qingyan remained unusually silent inside the room, as if he were an injured wolf, quietly nursing his own wounds.
He recalled her apology over the phone call earlier.
Did she apologize because she had gotten intimate with another man?
He could not tolerate… nor accept something like that.
Jin Qingyan felt a major headache.
His temples were throbbing uncontrollably.
He reached for the mouse and closed the surveillance camera window, which disappeared instantly.
Jin Qingyan walked towards the couch and sat down, his hands trembling with anger and disbelief.
He could not control it at all.
He felt as if he was stabbed in his heart and bleeding profusely.
In fact, he was even struggling to breathe.
The situation was just as grave and upsetting as the time where he thought she had died back then.
He had lost all faith in his ability to feel love.
He was well aware that it would be impossible for another man to violate her, given how skilled she was in combat defense.
Besides, she had weapons with her too.
She must have compromised in order to continue remaining in the Autumn Palace.
If he did not witness and hear it with his own eyes and ears, he would not have believed it at all!
And yet, reality seemed to have just given him a tight slap.
So much for being worried about her.
Jin Qingyan leaned back against the couch, as if he had lost his backbone.
A million thoughts went through his mind that night. He remained seated on the couch throughout, unable to fall asleep at all.
At the same time, An Xiaoning woke up in the middle of a dream and stared blankly at the ceiling above.
”You're awake? Would you like to eat something?”
An Xiaoning cocked her head toward the side to look at Tuoba Gucheng and refused. ”No.”
”Did you have a bad dream?”
”How did you know?” An Xiaoning asked.
”You kept murmuring incoherently in your sleep.”
”What did I say?” An Xiaoning asked eagerly.
”Nothing much, you just kept apologizing.”
”Is that all?” An Xiaoning asked again.
Noticing how worked up she was, Tuoba Gucheng chuckled and said, ”Nothing else.”
She heaved a sigh of relief. Indeed, she had dreamt about telling Jin Qingyan about the miscarriage and constantly apologized for failing to protect their child. She apologized for keeping her pregnancy from him.
”The drip is almost finished. Your Highness, you may go back to get some rest.”