Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Love Unbreakable
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape
Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Tears Of The Moon: A Dance With Lycan Royalty
Love After Divorce
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?
"Hello passengers, this flight has reached the end of the line, please fasten your seat belts, the plane will start landing soon, thank you for your cooperation," the voice of the staff suddenly came from the cabin. Then all the passengers in the cabin began to comply, pulling up the buttons and buckling up their seat belts.
"Hello, sir, please fasten your seat belt, sir." The soft voice of the flight attendant came out.
Adjacent to the window. A man leaning back in his seat. Arms clasped in both hands. Even asleep. Thick dark brows furrowed. Dreaming. Something bad seems to be going on.
"Sir, sir.... The plane will be landing soon, please fasten your seat belt." The sweet voice appeared for the second time. There was just a point of aggravation in the tone.
"Sorry, I just didn't hear it." The roused Xia Bingyang sat up straight apologetically. A half-smile appeared on his diamond-shaped face.
Outside the window, a patch of white clouds . The faint sunlight spilled on the glass and reflected in the conical pendant around Xia Bingyang's neck. It shone with a golden light. It was particularly blinding. With her arms wrapped around her chest and rearranging herself into a comfortable sitting position, Xia Bingyang was once again lost in thought.
Five years had been long enough for the wounds to heal, and the days after her adoptive father, Duan Ziqi, had disappeared, life with Uncle Carl had been peaceful mixed with joy.
Occasionally, the sad past of Duan Ziqi came to mind. Xia Bingyang's expression turned even more despondent.
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...Walking out of the airport, Xia Bingyang hailed a taxi, stuffed her suitcase into the trunk of the car and got in.
"Master, please go to 1278 Yanhong Road, please." Simple and raw words. Revealing complex emotions.
Rolling down the car window. Inadvertently saw the little boy holding a balloon by the roadside. A look of innocence. Xia Bingyang could not help but curl the corners of her mouth.
After the car drove for about 10 minutes, Xia Bingyang took out her mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers.
"Hey, uncle, I just got off the plane." Xia Bingyang spoke into the phone with a hint of joy.
"Arrived? So soon, didn't it take this afternoon?"
"I'm in the car now, I'll be home in 20 minutes, uncle, is there something wrong at home? Xia Bingyang's premonition was strong.
"Don't ask yet, let's talk about it when you come back."
"Okay." There were no extra words. He simply pressed the hang-up button.
The long road stretches and flutters. Like teak fallen leaves drifting down. Across the radiant splendour of the road. Keep driving forward.
The car stopped by a building and Xia Bingyang took a long, slender leg as she pulled her dark blue suitcase.
Just inside the door, I saw Carl sitting on the sofa with a few more wrinkles on his face. A kindness radiated from his brow. Macro hands were flicking through the newspaper.
"Uncle" put down his luggage. He had also let go of the years of longing. There was only the excitement inside.
"Bing Yang, finally back," Carl said with excitement as he crossed his hobbled feet and embraced Xia Bing Yang.
"Are you okay, Uncle," to the father who raised him for over 10 years. There was more pity in Xia Bingyang's sincere words.
"Good.... Good.... I'm fine." The strength of the embrace increased.
"I've missed you, Uncle, you've lost weight," Ling's sword brow frowned heartily.
"Yes, I'm getting old, of course my health is failing."