Chapter 1340 - 1337: Truly Twice the Result with Half the Effort!

Chapter 1340: Chapter 1337: Truly Twice the Result with Half the Effort!

With a "bang" of the closing door, Zi Ruoxi, who had exited, couldn’t help but gasp, smoothing her chest with her hands, trying to make her breath more comfortable. No matter what, this visit was undoubtedly worth the effort!

Brother Qiao Muyun, you must get better soon, and Aunt Yun, your eyes will surely see. Brother Qiao Muyun has grown up so much, he’s really sensible, tall and handsome, you must really want to see how he looks now...

Zi Ruoxi could even imagine the touching scene of their reunion. And she would be quietly happy for them from a corner. They are the closest people to her; she must ensure they live well and safely.

...

That night, unsurprisingly, Zi Ruoxi had insomnia.

Her mind was filled with images of Qiao Muyun racing on the black market track, wearing a helmet, riding the silver-grey motorcycle, looking heroic and dashing. There were cheers and applause all around.

She seemed to see him riding toward her, stopping swiftly in front of her, and when he took off his helmet, his hand accidentally knocked out the rubber band from his hair, and his jet-black, waterfall-like long hair fluttered in the wind, leaving that touch of handsome vitality on his face, easily and perfectly presented in front of her eyes under the black racing suit’s cool contrast.

His hair brushed against his cheek but didn’t affect the resolute expression on his face at all. At that moment, she was stunned, wanting to use a word to describe this scene, but she couldn’t find one. She felt clearly the burden on her heart, taking her eyes, her body, her soul, all stunned there, immovable, as if time had stopped.

Finally, his dark green icy eyes met with this emotion. He gracefully swung a leg over, got off the motorcycle, walked toward her, and without any words, hugged her firmly in his arms...

A man like the wind...

Leaning into his embrace, imbued with a warm masculine scent, made her feel safe and warm, and when a tear slowly fell on his shoulder, she also found a perfect adjective for him— a man like the wind, truly suited for Brother Qiao Muyun.

But, immediately another scene followed.

His motorcycle was still speeding, suddenly losing control and rushing forward, Zi Ruoxi stood on the track watching clearly, it was a dark mushroom cloud that enveloped the entire motorcycle tightly, nearly suffocating him.

"Brother Qiao Muyun—" she shouted sharply beside him. But, she could not call him back, could not call back that figure controlled by the "Devil."

The dark cloud finally twisted the motorcycle, and Qiao Muyun was lying in a pool of blood, red blood streaming all over his body, such a heavy bloody scent permeating the entire air. She could no longer see his handsome face, his captivating black hair, because they were all covered with that bright red... the scene was horrific and terrifying...

Her eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, her exquisitely beautiful face twisted dangerously, she couldn’t utter a single word.

Awakening from a terrifying dream.

"Ah—" a scream pierced the pitch-black room.

Suddenly, Zi Ruoxi sat up, opening her eyes in fear, her gaze blank, her face covered in a pale whiteness, with cold sweat soaking her forehead.

After a while, Zi Ruoxi finally saw her surroundings clearly. Opposite was a luxurious fabric sofa, beside it some decorated potted plants, everything so familiar... this was clearly her own room.

"Oh...oh..." She instinctively breathed heavily, hurriedly supporting her chest, rubbing it continuously, trying to regulate her breath. She muttered to herself without realizing, "It was a dream, it was a dream... Brother Qiao Muyun... Qiao Junlie... didn’t they say... he’s already having the surgery, he’ll be alright... he’ll be fine..."

Even knowing it was just a dream, Zi Ruoxi suddenly felt a heaviness in her heart, a sour emotion rushing to her head, her nostrils starting to tingle, helplessly her eyes moistened. She quickly grabbed a tissue box from the bedside table, pulling out a few sheets to wipe her eyes.

Why was she so fragile and delicate; she was not used to herself. She hated this version of Zi Ruoxi; she wasn’t this easily defeated!

Zi Ruoxi smiled self-mockingly, then frustratedly tugged at her short hair, really wanting to scream and vent, but she couldn’t. In a place like this, there was no room for her to be wayward. She "rationally" buried her head into the bedding, venting as much as she wanted under the covers where no one would know.

Like this, throughout the second half of the night, she tossed and turned, torturing herself under the covers, biting into the bedding and sobbing until she was completely exhausted and finally fell asleep without energy...

...

The next day, it was inevitable that Zi Ruoxi looked haggard again, her head slightly dizzy, but overall she was fine, and there was no issue walking.

Zi Ruoxi looked at herself in the mirror, the two dark circles weren’t exaggerated, but very noticeable. Zi Ruoxi used her fingers to draw circles along the dark marks on her face, then smiled self-mockingly.

She casually put on makeup, picked out a grass-green fashion suit and skirt to change into, pairing it with a longer decorative necklace. This looked like it could boost her energy and spirit! After dressing up, this time, she didn’t take the heavy black LV bag, instead switching to another stylish large white-and-black checkered patent leather Chanel handbag, slinging it over her shoulder. Adding sheer stockings and donning a pair of reddish-brown leather boots.

Hmm. Quite a bit of a trendy taste.

Right, it seemed like something was still missing. What was missing, Zi Ruoxi looked at herself in the mirror.

Hehe, yes. There was something missing from her face.

Was her face too pure and clear, giving off an unstable feeling?

However, she didn’t like heavy makeup, so she decided to wear these.

Zi Ruoxi contemplated, then took out a pair of slightly large black-framed glasses from a table in the room, wearing them, paired with her maroon short hair, externally added a small white round hat. A new type of mature woman was born.

OK. That’s it.

Zi Ruoxi looked satisfied with her new look, picked up her bag, pulled open the curved door handle, and walked out confidently.

Their encounters always seemed too coincidental like this, besides, living in the same villa, it’s hard to say when they’d see each other.

Before Zi Ruoxi even descended the stairs, she met Qiao Junlie’s glance as he turned his head.

He stood in the grand hall, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looking at Zi Ruoxi on the stairs with surprise.

Zi Ruoxi saw him, and with a slight smile, she greeted him.