<h4>Chapter 633: Ye Ling Is Dead！</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio


    “Grandpa, what can I do? I’m just a weak woman, so what else can I do? All this time, all I wanted was to be his bride...”


    There was intense disgust in Li Xingchen’s eyes.


    He despised what Xie Xingqing did. It was true that she was free to like whoever she wanted, but how can she do these hurtful things for the sake of “love”?


    “Xie Xingqing, the Xie family can’t amodate you anymore.”


    Xie Qian would never allow such a woman to share the same surname as him.


    This woman tarnished the Xie family’s reputation.


    “I don’t have the surname Xie at all. Do you think that I would be grateful to you guys for giving me that surname? No; I hate you guys for giving me that surname. It is because of this that I had to watch him and love him from the sidelines!”


    Xie Xuning put his hands behind his back. The p on Xie Xingqing’s face just now almost exhausted his full strength.


    Thinking of what happened tonight, Xie Xuning’s heart couldn’t help but ache.


    His daughter was like a fragile porcin doll.


    His daughter was the best in the world.


    “You will never understand what true love is like, and you don’t deserve pure love.”


    Xie Xingqingughed coldly and she said, “Yes, I don’t understand. I only know that I love you, and my heart feels warm when I look at you. I like you so much, but what about you? In your heart, Ye Ling is the only one. Ye Ling is dead... you know that, don’t you?”


    Xie Xuning coldly roared, “Shut up!”


    To him, Ling couldn’t be dead.


    Ling must be alive and well. She must still be alive in a certain corner of the world.


    His Ling must still be waiting for him to take her home, back to their Lang Garden.


    “Xuning, Ye Ling is dead. Do you want to know how Ye Ling died?”


    Xie Xuning came to Xie Xingqing at lightning speed and pinched her throat tightly.


    Xie Xingqing wasn’t afraid at all. On the contrary, there was a fiery passion burning in her eyes.


    “Fess up. What is it?”


    Xie Xingqing’s eyes fell on Xie Qian and she said, “My dear, if you want to know why, then you should ask your father.”


    Xie Xuning’s hand suddenly released her. He slowly turned around and looked at Xie Qian.


    Xie Qian felt bitter, and he was a little afraid to look into his son’s eyes.


    Ye Ling had an ident that year. Although he wasn’t a direct participant, he indirectly caused his son to be alone for so long.


    “After your ident, Ye Ling came to the Xie family.”


    While Xie Qian spoke, Xie Xuning felt as if his heart had been instantly sliced open.


    Blood slowly oozed out from the wound.


    “When?” Xie Xuning’s voice was hoarse.


    Xie Qian’s face was full of guilt as he whispered, “I didn’t know at first. By the time I found out, she already had an ident!”


    “You don’t know? Dad, do you think I will believe you if you told me that now?”


    Coldness spread across Xie Xuning’s face.


    “Xuning, it’s true that I have no idea what happened to Ye Ling. Xingqing’s grandpa handled the matter at the time.”


    Xie Xuning’s face gradually turned pale.