570 The Secret About the Past 188 (1/2)
”I'm not brooding over a dead person, I'm just very envious of her. I'd be willing to die too if I could remain on a pedestal in your heart for so many years, even after I'm dead.”
Tuoba Rui glared at her and said, ”You'll never be the same as her.”
Shi Xiaoyu swallowed her anger and displeasure before asking, ”Rui, have you ever thought about how An Xiaoning would feel if she were to ever find out one day that you're her biological father?”
”That day will never come, unless you get up to any tricks. Xiaoyu, I've warned you before, haven't I? Don't push my limits ever again,” he said sternly.
Shi Xiaoyu nodded and said in disgruntlement, ”You're always like this.”
”Get out if there's nothing else you want to tell me.”
Shi Xiaoyu turned around and left, after which she stood by the door with a menacing glare in her eyes.
Hmph, once my son becomes the president…
An Xiaoning was plagued with woes and sunk in low spirits ever since she woke up in the morning.
As usual, she ate exceptionally little for breakfast since she did not have much of an appetite.
It was mainly because she was distraught and gloomy.
Food had become bland and tasteless to her.
Noticing that she appeared to be in a daze, Tuoba Gucheng asked, ”Did you have a sleepless night?”
”I did catch some sleep.”
”Why are you so sluggish and lethargic, then?”
”I didn't sleep too well.”
He raised his wrist to look at the time and said, ”You may continue to rest in the day and go on duty at night.”
”Alright.”
After Tuoba Gucheng left, she picked up a flowering can and watered the plants.
The colorful and vibrant flowers, which blossomed beautifully, managed to lift her spirits a little.
After watering the flowers, she continued to sit down on the chair, feeling a sharp pain in her back whenever she bent it slightly.
She was filled with uneasiness at the thought of the impending evening.
Having just suffered a miscarriage and a gunshot to her back a few days ago, her immune system was still weak and her body was still in a state of feebleness. Not to mention, it was the night when the gates of Hell would open.
She wondered if she would get possessed by any spirits in the Autumn Palace.
If that were to really happen, she would no longer be in control of her body.
She did not wish for that to happen.
Yet, the only thing she could do was to prevent it from happening by praying that she would be able to tide through the night in peace.
However, time seemed to crawl by slowly even in the day, perhaps because she was extremely troubled and plagued with woes.
The thunder rumbled with a loud, cackling sound. She looked up at the sky to find that it was about to pour very soon.
She hurriedly got up and returned to her room with the chair.
Just as she arrived upstairs, it began pouring immediately without warning, the raindrops crashing onto the ground violently.
An Xiaoning closed the windows and lay down in bed to read some newspapers.
She had picked up a thick pile of newspapers from downstairs, which consisted of various daily newspapers from the past few days.
Since she did not have a mobile phone with her, she could only resort to occupying her time by reading newspapers.
After reading newspapers for the entire morning, An Xiaoning took a nap in the afternoon. That was her usual daily routine.
Finally, evening arrived.
It was still raining cats and dogs.
After having her dinner, An Xiaoning packed up and headed to Tuoba Gucheng's room.
He happened to have just come out of the bathroom, dressed in a bathrobe. Noticing that she was standing by the door, he said, ”Why are you just standing there? Isn't there a couch here? Come in and sit down.”
”Thank you, Your Highness.” She stepped forward and took a seat on the couch near his bed.