But once she thought about how Ling Momo might live a vivid and glamorous life in the future, she really couldn’t stand it, she couldn’t stand it at all! The most update n0vels are published on novｅlfire.net
It wasn’t just Jian Chenxi who couldn’t stand it, but also Lu Niange.
Over a year ago, the person who could hold Ling Momo by the waist was Lu Niange, the person who could take her dancing was Lu Niange, the person who could look at Ling Momo with so much affection and tender love was Lu Niange.
And now, it had become him sitting to the side, watching Ling Momo and another man, carrying out everything that used to belong to him, like a bystander.
Lu Niange felt an inexplicable sense of depression welling up inside him; he gripped the glass so hard that suddenly, with a sharp snap, he shattered the glass in his hand.
Jian Chenxi had been lost in thought but turned her head quickly when she heard the crisp and piercing sound. Just in time, she saw Lu Niange staring at the man and woman in the dance floor, his gaze dark and tinged with a hint of blood-red. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and her initial reluctance turned into overwhelming concern. She softly spoke up, calling out, "Niange, what’s wrong?"
Lu Niange came back to his senses, watched the waiter clean up the broken glass, and then glanced at his own palm which was unexpectedly unscathed. He shook his head wearily and replied indifferently, "It’s nothing."
Jian Chenxi still watched Lu Niange carefully. She wanted to continue speaking, just began to say, "Niange," but Lu Niange slightly raised his hand, stopping Jian Chenxi’s words. He did not lift his head, only saying, "I’m fine, really, let me have a moment of peace."
Jian Chenxi really did close her mouth then, continuing to gaze at Lu Niange.
And Lu Niange, with a distracted look in his eyes, looked towards the crystal chandelier beside him, never again casting a glance at the dance floor. Yet, it was Ling Momo’s graceful swirling dress and her elegant dance moves that kept reappearing in his mind, making him feel increasingly uneasy!
How could he feel at ease?
Regaining memory, seeing the woman he once loved now in the arms of another man, dancing a dance that dazzled everyone in the room—if any man were in his place, wouldn’t they feel resentful?
What right did he even have to feel resentful? When he had the affair, didn’t he ever think he might lose Ling Momo?
But then, who’s to blame?
Humans just love to devalue, paying little mind to what they have obtained, never thinking to hold on and cherish it. So when they truly lose it, they want it all the more, then realize that it’s impossible to get it back, and all that’s left is a heart full of unwillingness!
As Lu Niange thought and thought, he tugged at the corner of his lips, laughing with a bit of self-mockery.
Seeing him laugh like that, Jian Chenxi felt a stark shock and involuntarily reached out to gently grasp his hand.
Lu Niange remained silent, lowering his head, just quietly looking at the fair hand upon his palm.
Li Qingshen twirled Ling Momo around in the final dance step, and the two finally came to a stop.
A thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
Ling Momo was slightly out of breath; she felt the dance was thrilling and refreshing, even though she was drenched in sweat!
Li Qingshen was also slightly breathless, his eyes fixed on Ling Momo, glowing intensely.