"It was he who told Miss Xia the news that Qiao Zhenyu was no longer around," Ye Feng quietly reported.
"How did he know about these things?"
"Mu Liubing is the son of the chairman of University A, and attended the sa school as Miss Xia." Mu Liubing is one of the four elites of City A and has interactions with Young Master in high society, so he must have t Nancy.
"When did Qiao Zhenyu leave?" Beitang Yao suddenly opened his eyes, his hand touching his forehead.
"Four years ago." Ye Feng saw a flicker of light in the Young Master’s eyes, "Young Master, may I ask, why did Nancy go abroad four years ago?"
Nancy kept his lips sealed and was unwilling to ntion a word, yet the man with a similar appearance to him died four years ago.
He still had places he didn’t understand; Nancy’s departure was known to only the Young Master.
"Do you think Nancy is related to this matter?" Beitang Yao suddenly raised his head, his indifferent eyes coldly staring at Ye Feng across a luxurious bed.
"Young Master, I know I shouldn’t deceive you, actually Qiao Zhenyu..." Ye Feng had brewed his words for a long ti but hadn’t finished speaking before the servant wiping Xia Qingqian’s body interrupted.
Then the servant exclaid, "Young Master, Miss Xia is awake!"
And the confusion in Ye Feng’s heart was buried with Xia Qingqian’s awakening, leaving him to slowly sort it out alone.
Beitang Yao watched Xia Qingqian open her eyes groggily, his joy was overwhelming, a rush of warmth surged within him, he truly wanted to imdiately hold her in his arms, cherish her, and ask if she was still unwell.
However, his identity as a high-ranking king-like figure made such sentintality sothing he could never bring himself to do, he could only tuck all his emotions deep within.
Upon waking, Xia Qingqian imdiately felt a sharp pain in her head, furrowing her brows tightly and biting her lower lip, wanting to dispel this pain.
She rembered herself walking absent-mindedly out of the school, aimlessly wandering the streets, her mind filled with Brother Zhenyu’s smiling face and gentleness, yet why did he leave just like that?
Tears welled up and fell, startling the servant into action, swiftly grabbing a dry towel to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, "Miss Xia, why are you crying? Is the wound very painful?"
The servant, an older woman, had been in the villa for quite so ti and had her own children. Seeing Xia Qingqian in this manner, her heart truly ached.
Xia Qingqian’s tears were like a blade, piercing the hearts of everyone present, even Beitang Yao, typically cold as ice, was no exception.
Xia Qingqian rely leaned on the servant’s shoulder, silently weeping, tears flowed uncontrollably.
The pitiful sobbing sound made it difficult for anyone to suppress the string in their hearts, silent in her sorrow.
"Good child, don’t cry anymore, is your head hurting badly?" The servant raised her hand to soothe Xia Qingqian’s back gently, seeming to comfort her wounded heart.
Beitang Yao stood like an ice sculpture nearby, unnoticed by her from start to finish, this left him feeling stifled inside.
He cleared his throat twice, pulling the servant back to her senses, who promptly advised, "Miss Xia, no more crying, the Young Master forbids anyone in this household from making a fuss." Letting her go, she again wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Xia Qingqian then raised her water-filled eyes, staring at Beitang Yao in a daze, only after a long pause did she softly say, "...Young Master, why did you save ?" Why didn’t he let her get hit by the car? Just a little more, just a little more and she could’ve seen Brother Zhenyu.
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