After that, Xia Changwei completely let himself go. He had been married and divorced around seven or eight times. However, he played around but never touched what he shouldn’t, never crossing the line. Old Master Xia couldn’t control him, so he simply stopped trying, placing all his hopes on his eldest grandson.
Only they knew the messy accounts of their family. Outsiders who didn’t understand were still eager to marry into the Xia family, naively dreaming of getting a share of this first-class family.
If Xia Zheng was truly Xia Changwei’s flesh and blood, then his actions were undoubtedly a way to probe how stable Xia Xianning’s position as the “Crown Prince” was through a scandalous rumor. Unfortunately, his self-important confrontation was, in Xia Xianning and Luo Mingbai’s eyes, no more important than stepping in a puddle. Xia Xianning said: “I’ve already handled it, sorry.”
Luo Mingbai sat cross-legged on the bed, propping his chin and tilting his head to look at him: “Whether you handle it or not, it’s already been spread. The internal damage I’ve suffered is done. What’s the point of a verbal apology? You should provide some compensation that satisfies me.”
They could understand each other without saying things too explicitly. Luo Mingbai paused, and Xia Xianning hesitated, and then the following words were spoken simultaneously by both of them—
Luo Mingbai: “What exactly did you dream about?” Xia Xianning: “Actually, I dreamed about you.”
Luo Mingbai was slightly stunned, clearly feeling the tremor in Xia Xianning’s voice.
Xia Xianning said: “I… I dreamed, dreamed that you were stabbed to death by many villains while saving someone. I didn’t mean to hide it from you, I was just… afraid to say it. I always felt that saying it would be like cursing you.”
Xia Xianning’s sudden words left Luo Mingbai looking shocked and bewildered, like a small animal unexpectedly poked in the belly, completely at a loss.
Luo Yingbai was eager to understand the situation, quickly flipping through several photos. Wei Shou was a meticulous and cautious person, and Yang Zheng was even more timid. Presumably, the two of them would not easily approach an unfamiliar place. Until the last photo, the scene changed, showing a patch of muddy ground with something seemingly drawn on it.
