The Cold Wife's Domineering Marriage

"Xixi, you're going back to school for classes tomorrow—have you mentally prepared yourself to face everything?"

Just then, what had been a warm and cozy sibling chat took a sudden turn, as Leng Yilei's tone became incredibly serious, and he fixed a stern gaze on Ling Xi.

It had been only about a week since the last incident, and although it seemed that his little sister had moved on; heading back to classes meant she could run into that person who nearly destroyed her at any moment, and he couldn't help worrying.

If it weren't for Xiaoxi not wanting to transfer schools, he would have arranged it a long time ago, to keep her far away from that scum.

"Don't worry, big brother," Ling Xi said, looping her arm through Leng Yilei's, smiling nonchalantly. "A good horse doesn't eat the grass behind it! In Xixi's eyes, my feelings for Qi Yuanfeng are a thing of the past; from now on, I will definitely protect myself well for your sakes and for my own, and never get hurt over meaningless people again."

Moreover, she was no longer that naive and foolish Xixi of the past! Now, her feelings for Qi Yuanfeng were nothing but regret for the Xixi that was no more.

But! If Qi Yuanfeng decided to come seeking his own death, she wouldn't mind settling the old scores for Little Xixi, recalling all the betrayal and hurt from before.

"That's good to hear," Leng Yilei said, nodding reassuringly.

As long as Xixi had truly let go, then they could truly be at ease.

…

The morning sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a glow on the windowsill.

Inside the fresh, delicately colored room, Ling Xi casually picked up the small bag from the bed and walked out of her room.

Although she actually didn't really like pink, since the old Xixi liked it, she thought she might as well keep it; after all, she had no particular preferences, just liking things to be simple; pink, in fact, was quite cozy, giving a sense of home.

Descending the staircase, Ling Xi looked at the family members waiting below to have breakfast with her, her eyes and brows curved beautifully; seeing her, the anxious hearts of everyone below suddenly calmed.

At the dining table engraved with pear wood patterns, Leng Jianjun sat at the head, with Yang Guiying to his left; the others were seated according to their seniority. But to the right of Leng Jianjun, a seat was notably vacant—Ling Xi knew it was specially reserved for her by her grandfather. These past days, she had always been sitting next to Leng Jianjun, which clearly showed how much Xixi was favored in the Leng Family.

Ling Xi thought, if she hadn't lived in place of Xixi, she couldn't even begin to imagine what would have become of the Leng family.

Xixi, to give up the family that loved you the most for a man who didn't love you—it's such a pity, and so foolish!

…

Among the four major elite families, probably only the Leng Family would spoil someone to such an extent!

After all, compared to the Lengs, the Qi and Yang families were thriving, and to them, their children were perhaps tools for forging marital alliances!

As for the Sheng Family, it was said that the family had few children, with only a son of the same generation; but being a boy, he was sent to live in the military camp from a young age, so there was no question of spoiling him.

Unlike Ling Xi's father, neither of the two Leng brothers liked military life, with one still in school, showing no interest in a military career, and the Leng Family always allowed their children free choice; so, they were left to choose their own future paths. After all, compared to the happiness of their children, nothing was too important.