My Cold CEO Fiancee

3Or that one? What do you mean? That "I've devoted twelve years of my life" to you. Do you know what twelve years of effort means to a talented singer? Wu Xijun was very dissatisfied with Ye Lingtian's words and said in a displeased tone, "Look at how you know you don't like that song. Why do you want to sing if you don't like me?"     1

    

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I like it a lot. It's just that …" Ye Lingtian looked at the night sky and said softly, "Some songs can only be heard once in a lifetime, and some people will be engraved in their memories after meeting it once. I don't want to ruin the most beautiful memory in my heart. Xijun, do you understand what I'm saying?"    

    

Wu Xijun placed her hands on the piano keys, facing the wind of the prairie as she gazed at the empty grassland. After a long time, she gently said, "You're right. The song that I give my all to you for singing at this very moment is really out of place."    

    

She brushed her long hair that had been blown away by the wind, looked around, and self-deprecatingly said, "As a top singer of the world, the number of songs I've written is countless, and I've even written more words, but I don't have a single song that fits the occasion."    

    

"Why not? Do not ask for too much, the sky is about to brighten. " Ye Lingtian stretched.    

    

Is this okay? Wu Xijun rolled her eyes at Ye Lingtian. She tilted her head and thought for a long time before her eyes lit up, "Let me sing a song from someone else. This song is for you and also for me. I offer it to the former you and me."    

    

Ye Lingtian spat out the grass that he was chewing on and turned around to smile at Wu Xijun. "What's your name?"    

    

"Tomorrow …" Wu Xijun took a deep breath and looked back at the gradually brightening sky. "Hello!"    

    

Her soft and delicate hands danced quickly on the keyboard, and a gentle melody flowed like a stream across the grassland.    

    

In the soothing rhythm, Wu Xijun's cherry lips slightly parted as she chanted, "Look at us from yesterday, we've walked far away. We're at the center of Fate Plaza, waiting …"    

    

Ye Lingtian was in the middle of the melody when he turned around to look at Wu Xijun, walking towards her. His nose was sore as he laid on the ground with his eyes closed, letting his soul throb along with the notes.    

    

The wind slowly blew over the grassland. The past was like a broken film that was connected together like black and white photos, unceasingly projected in his mind.    

    

The boy who could not control his fate was pulling a little girl with him as he ran through the empty plains. He held a .17 in his hand, and behind him the sound of semi-automatic rifles rang out. After a long time in the battlefield, he could clearly hear the sound of bullets slicing through the air.    

    

He was very afraid of falling down. He knew that if he fell down, he would not be able to get back up. When he was shot in the leg, he would continue to move forward despite the pain.    

    

He didn't know why he would explode with such power. Perhaps it was just like what the little girl had concluded: To live, to live for himself, to live for the people around him.    

    

God had finally put on his nearsighted glasses that night. They had survived the chase, and their pursuers had fallen on the open grassland. So the girl left, with the older boy's joke, and waited for more than ten years in a tangle.    

    

Many years later, they met again. Their meeting was very interesting and beautiful, just like many love movies. The beginning was always beautiful.    

    

Until that song that has existed since time immemorial was passed on, that little girl had fallen for the sake of a big boy, without any complaints. The fate of the older boy had changed. He had come into contact with a world he had never touched before, and in the darkness of the night he continued to walk on thin ice, one step at a time.    

    

He unraveled one mystery after another, torturing the depths of his soul time and time again. From the perspective of outsiders, he had succeeded. From the battle of Martial Sect to the battle of Immortal Sect, he played it with ease. But who would have known that from beginning to end, he had never dared to sleep. Once he lost control, he would be like a little boy curled up in the shadows in the forest, silently crying while covering his face.    

    

He even had to restrain himself from crying because he knew that if the wild beasts heard him cry, they would silently come to his side and open their bloody mouths to swallow him up. He knew that reality would never believe tears. Only by tightly grasping the blade in his hand and struggling to get up, could he see the sunlight that he hadn't seen for a long time in the forest.    

    

Fate was a bastard. He always felt that he was not cruel enough. Thus, there was such an unreliable storyline.    

    

The memory of the fallen little girl gradually returned. Compared to the long wait, the ten years of waiting for the older boy were insignificant, and the so-called unforgettable love was only an interlude in this life. But why was his heart always in such pain? That big boy was supposed to be a little white mouse that a little girl was trying out in a cage. How could a nobleman with noble blood have an emotional entanglement with a little white mouse?    

    

So she did not wake up, and kept adjusting herself, recovering the Cultivation Level until this day.    

    

"Go look for her while she's lost. Tomorrow is nice, her voice is very small, but she reminds me what bravery is." Wu Xijun's voice gradually faded. Just as the keys were about to fall off, she picked up the melody again, quickly tapping on the keys one by one.    

    

It was still a familiar melody, still a familiar lyrics. It was just that the singing sounded slightly different, as if it came not from the throat, but from the depths of the soul.    

    

Ye Lingtian had already opened his eyes and stood up to greet the morning sun. He was ready to deal with the cruel reality that was about to happen. He was ready, but he didn't expect Wu Xijun to have no intention of ending it.    

    

He quietly walked up to the woman with her long hair flying in the wind and gently put his arm around her shoulders. He placed his hand on her face and trembled. Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes as he played with the zither.    

    

Wu Xijun's voice was as graceful as before, but her tears had already started to flow. Perhaps the lyrics of this song didn't have a very deep meaning, but to Ye Lingtian, it was a reflection of his past and future.    

    

Finally, Wu Xijun could no longer continue singing. The two of them tightly embraced each other as tears streamed down their faces.    

    

The morning clouds were blood-red. When the first ray of sunlight shined on the keyboard, Wu Xijun pushed Ye Lingtian away, wiped the corner of his eyes, and gradually adjusted her choked voice to be normal. "I have a question for you, because I can't figure it out."    

    

"Go ahead." Ye Lingtian turned his face away as he choked with sobs and wiped his tears away. When he looked at Wu Xijun again, he returned to his previous fake smile.    

    

"When did you know?" Wu Xijun asked with a straight face.    

    

"Let's go to the Mianyang Forest." Ye Lingtian took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up and took a long drag.    

    

"Why did you let me wake up? Can't you tell from Yuan Nichang's words that it's not good for you after I wake up? " Wu Xijun caressed Ye Lingtian's face and muttered, "You aren't as tough as you think you are, she must have used her own methods to make you realize the enormous disparity between them. At the time of the incident in the Mianyang forest, I wasn't in my best condition, breaking the supply of Immortal Spirit Herb and then going all out, I didn't do it today."    

    

"Aren't you still Wu Xijun?" "I don't know who Qiu Shuihan is, nor do I want to ask what that old monster who has lived for so many years is going to do. All I know is that there's a woman who waited for me for 12 years and painfully waited for 12 years, and in order to let me live, she jumped down from the 9th floor. My life was given to me by her."    

    

When the first ray of sunlight broke through the layers of obstruction, it was followed by the golden rays of light. Bathing in the morning sunlight, Wu Xijun looked at the ring on her right hand as she took it off and said expressionlessly, "Twelve years ago, you saved my life. Because of your words, I waited for twelve years, and finally saved you.    

    

"No matter what step I take, I will not make a move against Chu Xiaoxiao and the others. Since the heavens have decided to abide by their rules, I naturally do not have any plans against the heavens." Wu Xijun took Ye Lingtian's trembling left hand and placed the ring on his palm. "This ring shouldn't appear on my hand. This is Fate's joke."    

    

Ye Lingtian put the ring in his pocket and replied, "My fiancee, Wu Xijun, is already dead. From now on, Qiu Shuihan is the only one in this world."    

    

"That's right!" No matter how beautiful the love play will be, there will always be a time when it will come to an end. I will not talk about how many tears I will shed in my heart during this moment of sleep, nor about how long I will be entangled in it. Qiu Shuihan placed her hands behind her back and looked at the floating clouds, praising, "So beautiful. After so many years, you finally saw such a beautiful scenery. You've opened your heart to the sky, so there's nothing in this world that you can't let go of, right?"    

    

"Maybe." Ye Lingtian replied softly.    

    

Qiu Shuihan pressed her hands on the piano, and a brilliant blue light appeared. The wind blew from the prairie, causing the dust to fly into the air. The piano that had emitted a heavenly melody just a moment ago was already gone.    

    

Ye Lingtian looked at Qiu Shuihan quietly walking towards the wooden house. He couldn't help but shout, "Can't we stay?"    

    

A few wisps of light floated up from Qiu Shuihan's palm. With a sweep of her hand, the small wooden house, which had a lot of concentration, disappeared without a trace like a piano.    

    

"If you want to put on a show, then make it all up to the end. Since you've crossed the river, what's the point of leaving a bridge?!" Qiu Shuihan walked quietly to Ye Lingtian's side and said coldly, "I have given you the tenderness you should have, the tears you should have flowed for this relationship, from now on, it is still good to be like a stranger. Before the sun rises, I wish you a peaceful day tomorrow, after the sun rises, you must walk according to my rhythm, and if you are wrong, you will die, and walk for a long period of time. Ye Lingtian, you have no choice, if you want this world to be peaceful, then accept your fate."    

    

After saying that, Qiu Shuihan turned around and left. Her cold voice floated along with the wind, "Have Chu Xiaoxiao relay the information about those twelve years ago to my mailbox. Before the sun goes down, you have to bear the consequences!"