Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue felt the coldness from the recent events dissipate, and she was left with the feeling of warmth in her heart. No matter how much pain she suffered, how desolate and sad she felt, it seemed like he was always just beside her when she turned around.

After locating Yun Bixue, Xie Limo finally felt the pressure lifted off his heart. He called her name from afar, his worried tone sounding somewhat exasperated. In the rain, he ran towards the person who was the cause of his worries.

However, seeing her wide smile as she turned around, his anger dispersed right away and he could only feel his heart ache. Dashing forward, he wrapped her into an embrace. Feeling her ice-cold body, he felt a tender sense of pity for her. "Hey you, it's pouring. Don't you know you should go home?" When he couldn't find her at home, he had been worried sick, afraid that she would endanger her life again.

She hadn't picked up his calls. Finally, he decided to search for her himself personally. He heard that she had gone to the prison to visit someone and then left. He could only drive along the road to comb through the streets. Luckily, he finally found her.

Yun Bixue lovingly leaned into Xie Limo's embrace and deeply breathed in his scent. Her heart became more at peace, and she could hear the anger and frustration in his tone. She knew it was because he cared and couldn't bear to see her like this. Otherwise, who would care about her life or death?

Luckily, regardless of how forlorn she felt, she had someone by her side. She had a home too. Yes, a home.

"Limo, I want to go home. Let's go back to our home!"

Yun Bixue's soft tone sounded slightly teasing, and it tickled Xie Limo's heart like a feather. All his worries simply melted into a quiet sigh. "Yes, let's go home." It was rare to see his wife show such reliance for him.

Xie Limo lifted up Yun Bixue, carried her into the car and then drove straight home.

Once at home, he sent Yun Bixue to the bathroom for a hot bath, before personally retrieving a change of clothes from the closet.

After her bath, Xie Limo had already prepared dinner and even boiled a sugared ginger drink for her. "Drink the ginger soup first. You were under the rain for so long, don't catch a cold!"

Yun Bixue lowered her head and shuffled to Xie Limo's side. Pinching his sleeves, she asked, "Are you still angry at me?" She had clearly told herself that she would be a good wife, but she seemed to be causing him more trouble instead.

Xie Limo stuck one of his hands in his pocket, and the other lightly knocked on Yun Bixue's forehead. "So stupid, you silly girl."

Yun Bixue looked up as her eyes sparkled. "Limo, you're not angry anymore?"

Xie Limo walked to the front of the table and picked up the remote control to switch on the air conditioning for the entire house. He then looked at Yun Bixue. "My dear, don't you know why I'm angry?"

Yun Bixue thought for a while and knitted her brows in frustration before shaking her head.

Xie Limo didn't know whether to laugh or cry and his exquisite gaze glittered. "You, you're already an adult, but you still don't know how to take care of yourself. It was such a heavy downpour, but did you not think of going home? Do you want to catch a cold to punish your husband?" If she became sick, it would only make him more concerned and distressed.

Yun Bixue stepped forward and hugged Xie Limo, not knowing how to express how touched and warm she felt. In the past, she had been used to the lack of affection, and it didn't matter to anyone what happened to her. When she felt chilly on rainy days, it only helped to clear up her mind. Earlier, she had almost forgotten that she now had a family and a loving husband who cared about her.

"Limo, I won't do it again in the future. No matter what I encounter next time, I will always return home."

"Yes, and then?" Xie Limo thought that his wife was poor at managing feelings and emotions. He felt responsible and obliged to toughen her up, to prevent her from being taken advantage of again.