Ex-Girlfriend Blackens Every Day: Chapter 67

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ARC 3: YOUNG MASTER'S EX-GIRLFRIEND (Epilogue)

At an airport lobby, a handsome teenager was tapping his fingers on a suitcase. He wore a white baseball uniform and peaked cap that was casually placed on his head. The girls passing by couldn't help but blush, and their hearts fluttered.

When someone plucked up the courage to ask him for his phone number, he pulled down his hat to say rather impatiently, "This young master has a tough owner. My wife is gonna get mad if you come near me!"

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"Are you here yet?" He asked pitifully.

They had initially planned to set off together, but Linlang said she forgot something and doubled back to get it. She told him to leave for the airport and wait for her there.

The caller's chuckle was like sunshine dispelling all of his anxiety.

"Are you still scared that I'll run away? Be good and wait for me. I'll find you."

'I'll find you'.

These beautiful love words eased his restlessness.

"Okay, I won't go anywhere. I will always, always wait for you."

I'll wait for you to find your way to me.

Xue Shao's legs were going numb from standing too long, so he found a random place to sit down where he began to fiddle with the doll accessory on his phone. He was poking its red mouth when his face flushed from a sudden recollection.

His wife was overbearing, but what should he do if he likes it?

Because of this, the young master began to reflect on himself.

Xue Shao, you're the head of the family. What can you do if you always get bullied like this?

You must rise up and let her know how much of a man her hubby is.

No-no-no, wifey will definitely kill him if he dares to rebel, right?

The young master's trembling shook off all the goosebumps from his body.

He couldn't handle his wife's destructive power.

So, is it better to remain obedient?

In any case, his obedience was rewarded with sweetness. He doesn't mind going to hell if it makes his empress dowager happy.

The spineless young master immediately gave up on his rebellion.

Like this, he passed the time by letting his imagination run wild.

The minutes ticked away, but she didn't come.

He was getting impatient, but he was afraid of annoying her with his constant calling.

A terrible idea crept up.

She didn't really run away, did she?

No, no. She promised not to miss their appointment.

But there was another voice in his heart saying, 'Come on, Xue Shao, you dumbass. She tricked you so many times before, yet you still haven't learned your lesson?'

The voice carried on until—

"A Shao? Come over quickly! Linlang got into a car accident!"

Hua Shao's voice could not hide his anxiety.

Pa——

The cell phone screen shattered.

His face suddenly paled.

"Hey, boy, your luggage—"

The voice behind him gradually faded out. He could only feel his heart threatening to jump out of his throat. Blood was rushing to his brain, making it difficult to think.

A murmuring crowd surrounded the scene.

Even with the ear-piercing sound of police sirens, people's cries could be heard.

The corpse of a young female lay on the ground. Her body had been covered with a white cloth, but the edge of her red skirt was faintly visible. Attached to the phone still in her grip was a hideous male doll that was stained red.

The heady smell of blood rushed into his nose.

He passed through the somber crowd and numbly walked to her side.

It was as if his body had been dipped in ice.

"A Shao ..." Hua Shao opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.

In the face of death, all comfort felt superfluous.

"Ah, I get it... you're tricking me again, aren't you?

"Stop messing around. I'm not falling for it."

He forced out a smile as he shook her shoulders.

"Look how old you are, and you still play these games. Is it fun to scare people?

"Okay, stop it. Our flight is leaving soon."

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He couldn't voice out the last sentence.

It's all his fault. He shouldn't have rushed her to come quickly.

Would this have been avoided if he was more patient?

It must have hurt so much to bleed out like this, but he wasn't there when she was suffering the most.

"Don't be scared, Empress Dowager," he murmured, "Little Xue will accompany you."

It's cold down there. Besides me, who else is willing to warm you up?

The man who had lost his mind charged across the road.

"A Shao!"

Bang—

His body was flung high in the air, and the blood that poured out splattered on the ground.

With great difficulty, he turned his head towards her direction.

Good, we'll be together again.

The boy closed his eyes with a smile.

Wife, wait for me. I'll come find you.

My ghost might be ugly, but you can't dislike me, okay?

Pa——

A certain someone fell off the bed.

He was stunned for a while.

Did he just get kicked off?

That hurt a lot.

Oh, wifey's expression looks terrifying right now.

The person above looked cold.

"Little Xue, you dare to cry while rubbing my face. I swear I will make you sleep on the floor for a month!"

For a moment there, she thought she was suffering from sleep paralysis.

In that dim-lit room, Linlang had gathered the dark green blanket to herself, and the fair skin that shone resembled flawless jade.

He sounded aggrieved when he said, "I had a nightmare, but you're being mean to me? Why must I live on!"

The young master stuck up his butt in the air as he vowed to use the sharpest thing he could find to end himself.

Hmph, he doesn't believe she won't feel bad.

How can anyone feel at ease around a man who likes to throw tantrums like this?

Linlang rolled her eyes. "Then please be happy and go jump into some sea or smelly ditch. I'm going back to sleep. Don't talk to me."

She turned her back to him, and her hanging black hair revealed a pale neck.

The young master held his breath, then, bit by bit, he slowly made his way back into the bed.

He poked with a finger but received no response.

So he lifted the blanket and settled inside.

He tentatively placed his hand on her arm.

Huh, she didn't reject it.

It seems that wifey has a tofu heart.

He happily held her in his arms and rubbed her head with his cheek.

"What nightmare did you have?"

Xue Shao was shocked. She wasn't asleep?

"I dreamt that on the day we left, you got into a car accident on the way to the airport."

"And then?"

"Then? I committed suicide!"

"Why?"

"I wanted to protect you. There are so many ghosts in hell. I can't let them bully you!" he answered naturally.

Linlang: "..."

Why hell? Isn't it good to go to heaven?

Does this silly dog think of her as a 'bad person'?

"I'll follow you in death. We'll be together forever, okay?"

He twisted himself and acted like a lovable child.

"Not okay." She turned her head with a look of disgust.

"Why?" A certain someone was about to cry.

"I hate crying ghosts." They piss her off.

At her words, the little wolf dog immediately reigned his tears. His face turned so red that he looked like he was holding his breath.

Linlang watched him for a while. Feeling unsettled, she finally said, "Forget it. You can still cry. There's a kind of joy that comes from bullying the weak."

Young Master: "..."

Wifey, I get nervous when you say such sinister things.

The couple quarreled for a long time before falling back to sleep.

This time, they slept well until dawn.

Three years ago, they arrived in a strange country.

Three years later, they had their own home.

An invitation was sent from across the ocean to Xue Shao.

His brother was getting married, but the bride was not Zhang Mengmeng.

It was a woman whose eyes resembled Linlang. She had a dainty smile that carried a kind of charm.

Ha, is this a provocation?

The young master sneered as tore up the red wedding invitation. He made sure to throw it into the depths of the trash bin can so Linlang wouldn't see it.

She shouldn't dirty her eyes.

Compared to this, the young master was more concerned about another troublesome matter.

He recently had a chat with his friends about his love life and became increasingly convinced that his status as the man of the house was in imminent danger. After all, Linlang tended to coax him as if he was a pet. He didn't feel like a real man.

He felt that it was time to bring out his manly courage.

He has to shake things up.

He's going to pinch her cheeks when he wants to, hug her when he wants to, and treat her like his baby whenever he wants to!

Oooh, he's getting excited just thinking about it.

Under the horrified gaze of his subordinates, the young master folded a tissue then proceeded to wipe his nosebleed rather elegantly. "Hot weather tends to cause excessive internal heat. You guys should pay attention to the temperature outside."

They silently glanced at the snow on the ground.

When Linlang returned that evening, she was welcomed with a romantic candlelight dinner paired with an adoring gaze.

She calmly let him take off her coat and hang it up.

He's so diligent today. There must be a conspiracy.

"Try it. I cooked this dish today. See if it suits your appetite."

He served Linlang with enthusiasm.

As he spoke, he took out a tall glass from the wine cabinet then kept refilling it until the bottle of vodka ran out.

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He wants to intoxicate her?

The man has become brave after getting married.

Linlang didn't refuse the glasses he persuaded her to drink. In the end, she pretended to be too drunk and plopped on the table.

"Haha, you won't be able to escape the palm of this master."

He was very proud of himself.

The young master's cheeks were flushed red as he staggered to his feet. Everything in front of him seemed to blur. He patted his face to stay focused then struggled to lead her into the bedroom.

He crouched down pulled out a pink box from under the bed.

It was something his trusted employees ordered especially for him!

This year's bonuses are gonna be generous!

The young master excitedly opened the box.

Huh? What's this?

Why is there a row of small white flags?

The young master pulled one out and found a message on the back: Big Bro, I can't help you.

He pulled up another one that said: May God bless and protect you, Amen.

Young Master: ???

What the hell?

Just as the young master was trying to discern their meaning, a light laugh sounded from above his head.

"Little fool, do you want to become the head of the family by using this trick?"

Young master: "!!!"

The person who seemed wasted was now full of energy. She began to tie her hair up.

What terrified him was that the owner of the waist swaying towards him had pulled out a black suitcase from the other side of the bed. "Let me say, I also came prepared."

He gulped fearfully.

He! Is! Done! For!

"Tell me, what kind of death do you want?" Linlang winked at him.

The young master trembled.

"Wifey, I was wrong! I—I'll kneel on a keyboard, no— a durian! Please, let me go!"

What frightened him more was that he realized that her suitcase was empty!

He's just a rookie. He can't go against this bad heart!

Wait no, wifey isn't bad. The bad one is the one who gave him this idea in the first place!

The young master cried.

His beautiful tear-stained face was quite pitiful.

Linlang skillfully pinched his face with a dark smile on her face.

"Wifey, be lighter QAQ."

The day the young master plots a successful rebellion is far, far away.

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Okay, I gave you some sweetness, so no rebellions allowed~

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this is probably the happiest ending a ML will get in this novel.