Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

1200 I don’t need pity

Hua Miaomiao shook his head,”Qingqing, can you not say that?” You didn’t do anything to me because you’ve never responded to me. Instead, you’ve been hurting the person you love because of me! I know that you don’t blame him. Even when he hit me, you don’t blame him because you know that Leng Kuang did it because he loves you. You also know that anyone would be angry if they were in this situation. But why do you still blame him? it’s just because that person is me. So you know that you can’t blame him or hate him, but you still blame him because that person is me. I know you treat me well, but Chu Qing, I don’t want pity! I don’t need your pity!”

“Pity?” Chu Qing asked in surprise and then laughed, ” “Do you think I’m pitying you? No, I wouldn’t be so direct if I pitied you. I’m only doing this because you’re Hua Miaomiao, the one who grew up with me, took care of me, and treated me like family. I’m the one who treats you like family!”

Hua Miaomiao laughed as well, and soon, tears came out of his eyes.

He hugged Chu Qing. I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!

Wanwan. Chu Qing did not say anything and just let him hug her silently.

After a while, Hua Miaomiao let go of her and stood up slowly. He supported his waist, which was hurting from Leng Kuang’s kick, and left.

When he let go of Chu Qing, he whispered in her ear, ” “tomboy, you must be happy.”

Looking at Hua Miaomiao’s back as he left, Chu Qing felt as if her entire being had been sucked out of her and she fell onto the sofa weakly.

When Hua Miaomiao sat in his car, he felt weak and felt like he was going to faint.

He lowered his seat and laid on it, quietly staring at the roof of the car for a long time.

It was only when he felt that his waist was no longer in pain that he adjusted his seat and got ready to drive away.

However, before he left, he made a call with his phone, but he only said one sentence, ” “I’ll take on the case of Milan Fashion Week.”

Leaving, leaving for a period of time, was the best plan for him and Chu Qing at this moment.

He could focus on his work, or stop thinking about him and Chu Qing, and he would probably forget everything. Or at the Milan Fashion Week, he could start a relationship that truly belonged to him.

As for Chu Qing, she no longer had to fear him or worry about him. She could be with Leng Kuang in peace.

Chu Qing did not know how she had arrived at Leng Kuang’s newly bought apartment.

After she got out of the car, she walked very slowly. Her steps were as heavy as if a stone had fallen on her. She walked silently with her head down. Although she was already downstairs, she was still struggling to decide whether to go up or not.

At this moment, Leng Kuang should be very angry.

He was so angry that he probably wouldn’t listen to her.

Perhaps she should have come a little later. After her anger had subsided, some things would be easier to explain.

However, if she were to go back just like that, she would feel uneasy.

everything that happened today made her feel terrible. she did not know what to do. that person was not anyone else but hua miaomiao!

If Leng Kuang’s anger had disappeared, then he should be understanding her and her difficulties.

After some time, Chu Qing finally reached the door.

Just as she was thinking about whether she should press the doorbell, she realized that the door was slightly open. It was already night, and the light was not on, but the smell of smoke filled her nose.