My Cold CEO Fiancee

He knew that it was a past Qiu Shuihan could not bear to look back on.    

The pain and tears finally made Ye Lingtian understand why Qiu Shuihan had become like this.    

No! To be precise, when Qiu Shuihan sacrificed herself to send him to the Immortal Arts world, he understood.    

She was still the same Wu Xijun who sang to her while playing the piano. It was just that …    

Hatred made her have no choice but to quietly bury these intangible feelings deep in her heart.    

He even had to sacrifice the man he loved when he was forced to.    

To many people, grasping the happiness that was already there was the right choice.    

But how many people understood that in the face of thousands of years of hatred, happiness was always a dream.    

When a green light came from the sky, Ye Lingtian saw a world of falling snow.    

There were no tall buildings here, nor were there any neon lights. Other than the sound of falling snow, everything else was completely silent.    

Ye Lingtian knew that this was the world of the Immortal Arts, a space similar to the ancient world he was in.    

Then, like a bolt of lightning, he shot into a person's body.    

Fate was always so mysterious. This dying man was also called Ye Lingtian.    

However, his experience was much simpler than Ye Lingtian's. His social status and Ye Lingtian's were on a completely different level.    

The only connection between the two was that they both had the same deep obsession and a strong desire in their hearts.    

After Ye Lingtian finished reading the memories of the foreign world, his mind saw this blurry figure turn into dust and disappear into the world. He also saw the hope and reluctance in Ye Lingtian's eyes.    

At this time, Ye Lingtian still had not opened his eyes, because the instant the God Suppressing Heaven Tablet in his mind entered the Immortal Arts world, it had instantly lit up.    

The inscriptions that had been blurry previously were now incomparably clear.    

Under the guidance of the God Suppressing Heaven Tablet, this somewhat frail body was currently undergoing crazy transformation.    

Ye Lingtian was lying on a broken bed.    

Beside him sat a woman in a white Han suit.    

Her silk-like long hair was casually tied up with a white ribbon. Under the dim light, she looked deeply at the man who had his eyes closed, carefully wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.    

In her eyes, there was sadness, anger and even more helplessness.    

When the man's pulse stopped, the hot towel fell onto the bed with a clatter.    

Trembling, she picked up the hot towel again and gripped it tightly in her hand.    

"I will pleadingly request patriarch to prepare the best coffin for you. I will bury you well in the Ye Family Village."    

She stood up, thinking of her situation, then looked at the pale man, the words that came out of her mouth were filled with pain.    

"If clan head does not allow it, I will take out all of my savings for all these years."    

"These savings can't be done in Shangyin City Graveyard, Ye Family Village can."    

"I will also rewrite your name on the tombstone. After so many years, you probably won't even remember your name, right?"    

She bit her lips and pulled open the door. The wind and snow blew into the incredibly simple room.    

The intersecting Zheng Family Academies were all around them. The heavy snow had painted this ancient building complex with a little solemnity.    

As one of the Ten Aristocratic Families s, Zheng Family could not be compared with those in the Eastern Continent of the Immortal Arts, but it was a supreme existence.    

The history of Zheng Family was the history of Shangyin City, which was brilliant because of it.    

But, as the daughter of the previous Patriarch, why was it that there wasn't even a place for her in the Zheng Family today?    

Stepping on the thick snow, Zheng Xueyu slowly walked into her room.    

He opened the box that his father had left for him. The tears that he had endured for so long finally dropped.    

If he were to be like the direct descendant talents who left the group and became a cultivator, would the higher ups of the Zheng Family still treat him like this?    

In the world of Immortal Arts, the strong were respected. In front of strength, there was no one to help.    

Taking out a brand-new set of clothes, Zheng Xueyu seemed to be in a trance.    

These clothes were bought by someone who had spent a silver coin on the Shangyin City in the late autumn.    

It was soon time for the new year. Ye Lingtian had not changed his clothes in many years and this was something that had never happened to servants who came from the main branch of Zheng Family.    

Zheng Xueyu's idea was to let Ye Lingtian have a happy New Year in this new shirt.    

Unexpectedly, before the end of the year, due to a dispute with someone else, Ye Lingtian vomited blood. Just a moment ago, he died.    

I'm sorry, father shouldn't have brought you out of Ye Family Village back then, and even more so, I shouldn't have let you stay by my side. "    

"If you had been a little bitter in Ye Family Village back then, I'm afraid you would have lived more with dignity than you are now."    

"If you weren't by my side, if you had casually followed a direct descendant of Zheng Family, you wouldn't have suffered so much and suffered so much for me."    

Zheng Xueyu took the brand-new clothes and walked into Ye Lingtian's simple house.    

Looking at the pale face of the man on the bed, a smile suddenly appeared on Zheng Xueyu's ice-cold face.    

"Actually, this is also good. In your life, you've never done anything shameful. In your next life, you'll definitely be reincarnated into a good family."    

He picked up the hot towel on the table and wiped the blood from the corner of Ye Lingtian's mouth. Then, he looked at Ye Lingtian's clothes, which were covered in blood.    

Zheng Xueyu hesitated for a moment before finally walking into the kitchen.    

It took them a long time to make a fire and a big pot of hot water.    

Ye Lingtian did all this before. After Ye Lingtian fell, it was up to Zheng Xueyu to do it herself.    

He carried the hot water to the house.    

Zheng Xueyu threw the towel into the basin and sat beside Ye Lingtian. She first wiped Ye Lingtian's face before taking off the clothes on the upper half of his body with trembling hands.    

There was a custom in the Eastern Continent. Humans came to this world cleanly and had to leave cleanly as well.    

Men and women shouldn't be too intimate with each other. Zheng Xueyu shouldn't be the one to do this, but if she didn't, who would?    

It was already not bad that the Patriarch agreed to let Ye Lingtian return to his roots. As for the preparations for a good funeral, the Patriarch agreed, and those elders wouldn't agree either.    

Wiping her bruised chest lightly, Zheng Xueyu knew that this punch was fatal.    

Such a vicious heart. To hit this place, that was akin to killing!    

Zheng Xueyu forced herself to calm down and rinsed the towel, preparing to continue wiping it.    

Wow!    

Ye Lingtian spat out a mouthful of blood.    

Pata!    

The wrung towel fell into the basin.    

Zheng Xueyu quickly checked Ye Lingtian's pulse.    

Then he turned around and ran out of the room like a madman.    

"Eldest Miss, go back …" "Come back!" Ye Lingtian's deep voice came from the simple hut.    

In the courtyard, Zheng Xueyu turned around and looked at Ye Lingtian, who was lying on the bed, and struggled to sit up.    

Looking at the lady dressed in white in the snow, Ye Lingtian's smile was exceptionally bitter: "Don't look for them, they won't give you those Pill."    

Zheng Xueyu took a deep breath. Her voice was even colder than the snow falling from the sky.    

"I beg them, they will."    

Ye Lingtian shook his head and stubbornly said: "If I want you to beg them, it would be better for me to die!"    

Zheng Xueyu looked at the yard door, then turned her head to look at Ye Lingtian who was in the room and said clearly, "It's better to live than to die."    

Ye Lingtian wanted to get off the bed, but he found that this body was too heavy.    

The improvement of the celestial spiritual energy wasn't over yet. If he wanted to recover his original battle strength, it would take some time.    

"I'm fine, I just need to rest. Trust me, I'm really fine."    

Zheng Xueyu was still hesitating when her head turned white.    

"Eldest Miss, it's cold outside. Let's go in, we'll talk slowly."    

Zheng Xueyu looked in the direction of the clan leader before entering the room and closing the door behind her.    

Glancing at Ye Lingtian, Zheng Xueyu spoke faintly: "I'll go ask the Patriarch. Not only do I need Spirit Returning Pill, there are at least some of them. The effect is much better than slowly recuperating from injuries."    

You're still thinking about Spirit Returning Pill? Don't you understand why they are playing this game? Not to mention Spirit Returning Pill, they didn't even have Immortal Spirit Herb s.    

The reason they did this was because they wanted you to become a loner and force you to commit the crime!    

Ye Lingtian didn't expect to be a servant when he teleported to the Immortal Arts World, nor did he expect that the master and servant pair would be so sullen.    

Perhaps it was because of this that the man who had the same name as him left so easily and willingly.    

If his soul persisted in this body, Ye Lingtian would consume more or less of his strength. Even if he lost even a tiny bit of it, it would still take a very long time to recover.    

This was also the reason why Qiu Shuihan and Qin Ruyan only regained their memories after more than ten years in the real world.    

Fortunately, this did not happen to Ye Lingtian.    

Ye Lingtian also understood the meaning behind the man's eyes when he left.    

I am willing to give you this body, but you have to take good care of Eldest Miss for me, so that she can live a peaceful and happy life.    

Ye Lingtian did not have much time to play like this, Ye Lingtian knew better than anyone else why Qiu Shuihan sacrificed herself to send him to the Immortal Arts.    

Ye Lingtian understood what he was going to do next.    

But from the density of the spirit energy he sensed, he could tell that the Immortal Arts World was filled with experts. With his current state, he wouldn't be able to help Qiu Shuihan take revenge in a short amount of time.    

Since that was the case, they could only temporarily live in Zheng Family to understand the situation clearly before setting off a storm.    

"Eldest Miss, don't worry, as the saying goes, you will be blessed if you can avoid death. If you can't kill me with that punch of Shunzi's, I might be able to make some progress in the Cultivation Level in the future."    

Ye Lingtian grinned.    

You're still thinking about the Cultivation Level? Zheng Xueyu frowned and wondered if Ye Lingtian was beaten senseless.    

He couldn't become a cultivator before the age of thirteen, and he didn't have the chance to become a cultivator in this lifetime.    

Zheng Xueyu, who was seventeen years old this year, was not yet a cultivator so she basically gave up on the idea of using Cultivation Level.    2

Ye Lingtian was already 20 years old and was even further away from becoming a cultivator than Zheng Xueyu. He still hoped that he would be able to progress in the path of the Cultivation Level, wasn't that just wishful thinking?    

"Don't even think about the Cultivation Level, just focus on recuperating. Wait for me to find a chance to rescind the contract and return to Ye Family Village."    

Zheng Xueyu stood up, looked elsewhere with her beautiful eyes, and said: "Even if I don't return to Ye Family Village, living in a small business here is not bad, and not a cultivator can live a lifetime."    

Ye Lingtian looked at Zheng Xueyumei's gorgeous profile: "I'm leaving, what should we do, Eldest Miss?"