Chapter 144: Chapter 144: “I don’t want to see you.” “Fine, I’ll go!
Gu Siting’s eyes were red with bloodshot, a dark aura enshrouding him.
He seemed cold, distant, and frigid throughout.
Unapproachable.
Ming Yao’s gaze met his frosty eyes, and she couldn’t help but shiver.
Normally eloquent and facile with words, she found herself at a loss for what to say at this moment.
The space was filled with a heavy, deathly stillness.
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Little Snowball in Gu Siting’s arms seemed to sense that something was amiss.
Ignoring the dark and forbidding expression of its master, it mustered its last breath and forcefully jumped into Ming Yao’s arms.
The moment Ming Yao held Little Snowball, the tears she had been holding back uncontrollably started to flow.
This was the first time she had truly cried since her rebirth.
From the bottom of her heart.
Intensely gripping, painful, suffocating.
She lowered her head and rubbed her forehead against Little Snowball’s fluffy head, “Meatball, don’t leave; momma will pay more attention to you from now on, take care of you—”
It was all her fault. If she hadn’t neglected Little Snowball recently and failed to notice its pregnancy, things wouldn’t have turned out this way!
Ming Yao felt an unbearable pain in her heart.
Little Snowball weakly meowed at Ming Yao and patted her tear-soaked face with its paw.
In its sapphire-like eyes, there seemed to be a similar reluctance.
But as its body grew weaker, it slowly closed its eyes.
A tear fell from its eye.
Watching Little Snowball go still, Ming Yao’s heart clenched.
“Meatball, Meatball, I’m sorry—”
Ming Yao hadn’t finished her sentence when she saw Gu Siting, realizing Little Snowball was gone, took it into his arms.
He did not give Ming Yao another glance, holding Little Snowball, he walked out of the operating room.
All over him was an air that warned others to stay away.
Aunt Zhong wanted to say something upon seeing Gu Siting emerge, but his chilling demeanor scared her into silence.
Gu Siting walked away with Little Snowball.
From beginning to end, he never looked back at Ming Yao.
Ming Yao didn’t know how she managed to leave the operating room, her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Once outside the operating room, she couldn’t stand steadily anymore.
Her slender body leaned against the wall and she slowly squatted down.
She hugged her head with her hands and buried her pale, bloodless face into her arms.
Aunt Zhong, watching Ming Yao’s shoulders tremble continuously, walked over to comfort her, “Madam, you shouldn’t blame yourself too much for Little Snowball’s death. Even the doctor said it could have been an accident caused by a miscarriage due to old age.”
How could she not blame herself?
If she had paid more attention to Little Snowball lately, it wouldn’t have suffered an allergic reaction to food and subsequently miscarried.
It was all her fault!
Little Snowball was the first to offer her warmth when she started living in Imperial Garden.
Though she hadn’t spent as much time with it as Gu Siting had, she loved Little Snowball all the same.
Now that it was suddenly gone, how could she not be in pain?
In Aunt Zhong’s memory, Ming Yao was always radiant and bright, independent and strong. Seeing her cry like this made Aunt Zhong’s heart ache as well.
“Actually, I bear a lot of the blame. You and Fourth Master had fallen out recently and didn’t live in Imperial Garden, and Fourth Master went to Pingshan Hope Primary School. As the housekeeper, I didn’t take proper care of Little Snowball. I was unaware when or how it became pregnant. How could you know?”
“Madam, you shouldn’t blame Fourth Master either. Little Snowball was like family to him, having accompanied him for many years. His sudden anger is because it died out of the blue!”
“When he calms down and thinks it through, he won’t blame you anymore!”
It was only natural that he blamed her.
He had entrusted Little Snowball to her while he was away on a business trip, and because she didn’t take good care of it, that’s what led to its death!
She couldn’t escape her guilt!
The night had completely fallen, and Ming Yao returned to Imperial Garden only after persistent persuasion from Aunt Zhong.
Gu Siting’s car was parked in the yard, but his figure was not in the bedroom.
Ming Yao’s heart was in turmoil and felt stifled.
She took a bottle of wine, intending to go to the rooftop to get some fresh air.
But as soon as she went up, she was shocked.
In the glass room on the rooftop, there were small colorful lights everywhere, and a rectangular dining table had been set up.
The table was covered with a blue checked tablecloth, adorned with a bouquet of bright roses, red wine, tall wine glasses, and fine candles on an antique candelabra, all indicating that the man had returned from a business trip and had originally planned to quietly surprise her.
But the result—
Ming Yao raised her delicate hand to cover her mouth, her eyes sore and painfully swollen.
She bit her lower lip, wanting to apologize to him in person.
After asking Aunt Zhong, Ming Yao found out that Gu Siting had gone to the courtyard where Mu Chengjin was after returning.
Ming Yao hesitated outside the yard of Mu Chengjin’s small western-style building, not daring to go in and look for Gu Siting.
In the past, she could brazenly face him with a smile, no matter what he said, because she knew she hadn’t crossed his bottom line.
Having lived in Imperial Garden for a few months, how could she not know the importance of Little Snowball to him?
Or rather, Little Snowball was his bottom line.
When hiring an Organizer, Little Snowball had to like the person first before they could start working there.
Little Snowball was essentially the Little Princess of Imperial Garden.
But now, the Little Princess had been indirectly killed by her!
Thinking of Little Snowball, Ming Yao’s eyes once again reddened with tears.
Ming Yao stood outside the little western-style building for nearly two hours.
Finally, she saw Gu Siting’s figure coming out.
He seemed to have drunk quite a bit, staggering as he walked.
Ming Yao stepped forward, wanting to support the drunken man.
But before she could touch him, he coldly dodged her.
His narrow, black eyes were veiled with a terrifying redness, and his body reeked of the strong smell of alcohol.
Beneath his high nose bridge, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.
His eyes were cold and devoid of warmth as he stared at her, as if he wanted to see right through her.
Facing such an expression, Ming Yao was actually not unfamiliar.
When she had disguised herself as the Little Maid, she had nearly exposed herself several times, and he had looked at her with that same gaze.
In the past, she hadn’t been afraid at all.
But this time, she was afraid, panicked, her heart racing.
Ming Yao took a step forward, her slender white index finger and thumb lightly pulling at his sleeve, “Husband, I’m sorry, can you hit me?”
The man withdrew his sleeve, a thin, cold smile forming on his lips, “Would hitting you bring Little Snowball back to life?”
That remark plunged Ming Yao into an abyss.
Maybe, after spending time together, she had attained a different status in his heart.
But compared to his regard for Little Snowball, her place in his heart counted for nothing!
She couldn’t even forgive herself, let alone expect him to.
A sense of unprecedented powerlessness surged within Ming Yao.
What should she do?
What could she do?
Under the onslaught of numerous emotions, Ming Yao hung her head, her long eyelashes trembling gently like the wings of an injured butterfly.
“What do you want me to do to make it a little easier for you, just tell me—”
The man stared at her pale little face for a long time, so long that Ming Yao thought it had been a century, before she heard his deep, hoarse voice break the silence of the night, “I don’t want to see you.”
“Fine, I’ll leave!”