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Chapter 992 - 992 992 Continue on and Cherish Making a Will

Chapter 992: Chapter 992: Continue on and Cherish: Making a Will (2) Chapter 992: Chapter 992: Continue on and Cherish: Making a Will (2) “I knew then that your heart wasn’t with me, and you weren’t willing to stay by my side. If we had a child, you wouldn’t be able to leave me. My intentions were indeed not honorable, but I don’t regret it—it was the most correct decision I made in my life,” Ye Qilan looked intently at Su Hongxing.

Without Little Pudding, Su Hongxing would have likely completely distanced herself from his life long ago.

He had been confused for half his life, but finally, he had made a smart move.

“What else would they call you but a cunning businessman?” Su Hongxing replied in a cool tone.

Ye Qilan leaned over Su Hongxing’s protruding belly, “Once our son is born, our family will be complete, and I will have no regrets in this life…”

“You’re only in your thirties; why are you talking about ‘this life’? Don’t say things like that again,” Su Hongxing cut off Ye Qilan’s words. For some reason, every time she heard Ye Qilan speak like this, it felt as if he was leaving his last words, and it was an awful feeling.

Ye Qilan kissed Su Hongxing’s forehead, “Amou, let’s not fight anymore, okay?”

Life is so short, and he wanted to live well with her, to truly love her, to indulge her.

“Who knows who was the first to start giving the silent treatment,” Su Hongxing said while leaning on Ye Qilan’s chest. “Many things you did before were despicable, but it was also you who made my life so vibrant.”

She believed that, under Ye Qilan’s tender onslaught, she would eventually find her lost heart again.

She didn’t even resist Ye Qilan’s closeness now; her psychological problems had healed without medicine, which was the best proof.

After Su Hongxing fell asleep, Ye Qilan couldn’t bear to sleep. He alternated between looking at Little Pudding’s sleeping face and Su Hongxing’s.

Despite the unparalleled sense of happiness, he still fell into a dreamland.

Unfortunately, he didn’t sleep long before waking with a start, having had the same nightmare again.

He tiptoed out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out to the Apricot Forest to smoke.

Ye Qilan hadn’t slept, and soon someone called Age.

Awoken, Age stepped out of the main house and finally saw Ye Qilan smoking outside the Apricot Forest, not understanding what was the matter.

Su Hongxing moved back to Qingmu Garden, and Ye Qilan had reconciled with her, so why did Ye Qilan still look so troubled?

“Sir, are you worried that something will go wrong at tomorrow’s press conference?” Age broke the silence.

Ye Qilan turned to look at Age and asked, “Age, how many years have you been with me?”

Age shook his head, “I don’t remember.” It has been many years anyway.

“If one day I’m no longer here, you must do everything in your power to protect Amou and Little Pudding, understand?” Ye Qilan’s words changed Age’s expression.

“What do you mean by that?” Age asked in alarm.

What does he mean by ‘no longer here’?

“I’ve been having nightmares lately; I have an ominous premonition,” Ye Qilan said, looking towards the dark horizon. He thought this might be a warning from heaven.

“You’ve had a lot of stress lately, sir, that’s why you’re having these wild thoughts,” Age reassured urgently.

He was not good with words, not good at comforting people, but he knew Ye Qilan never spoke such downhearted words.

This was the first time, and he hoped it wasn’t the last.

Watching the dying sparks of the cigarette, Ye Qilan spoke lightly, “Once the issues with Qiao Qiao and my second brother are resolved, I want to make a will…”

“Sir, you’re still so young, how could you…” Age stopped mid-sentence, holding back his words.