Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Li Mingxi looked at him, the corners of her lips curling into a seductive smile.

In her high heels, she took a few steps and walked up to him.

"What is it?"

"I..." Faced with Li Mingxi’s composed expression, Xiao Lang didn’t know what to say anymore.

What else could he say? In fact, there was nothing left he could say.

No matter what he said, Li Mingxi wouldn’t care.

He’d already said what needed to be said so many times; if Li Mingxi were going to be moved, she would’ve been moved long ago.

Besides, there was nothing he could do now.

He’d already done everything he could, and Li Mingxi still hadn’t accepted him.

Now, all he could do was follow humbly behind her and steal a few more glances at her.

Xiao Lang lowered his eyes slightly. "It’s nothing. Go to work."

Li Mingxi was a little surprised.

Normally, whenever Xiao Lang talked to her, he would inevitably pour out his heart.

Today he was actually so tactful that she felt a bit unused to it.

"Then I’m going. Bye." Li Mingxi smiled, put on her sunglasses, and walked off with great flair.

Xiao Lang shoved both hands into his pockets, his palms clenched tight.

At this moment, a powerful sense of helplessness rose in his chest.

What more could he do to win Li Mingxi back? What on earth else could he do...

...

Xiao Lang drove to a bar.

Right now only alcohol could give his empty heart a little bit of solace.

Ordering a few bottles of pricey red wine, Xiao Lang sat alone in a corner, drinking one glass after another.

A few flashily dressed women came up to hit on him, but he turned them down.

Luckily it was daytime, so there weren’t many people in the bar, which at least gave him some quiet.

If it were nighttime, a man like him would’ve had a dozen or so women all over him, without a doubt.

Xiao Lang drank a lot, but he still wasn’t drunk.

His tolerance was good; he just rarely went on benders.

But when the drink won’t get you drunk, you get yourself drunk; he deliberately let himself go, and in the end he did get drunk.

Being drunk was good—things he didn’t dare say out loud, he could finally say.

Xiao Lang pulled out his phone, squinted as he found Li Mingxi’s number, and dialed.

Li Mingxi wasn’t the least bit surprised to see his call.

She didn’t pick up. Xiao Lang, unwilling to give up, kept calling.

Again and again. At last, Li Mingxi grew impatient and answered. "Go on then, what is it?"

Hearing the coolness in her voice, Xiao Lang’s stomach clenched in pain.

One hand pressed to his abdomen, the other holding the phone, he leaned against the sofa, breathing shallowly.

When Li Mingxi didn’t hear his voice for a while, she said coolly, "If you don’t say something, I’m hanging up."

"I..." Xiao Lang let out an alcoholic hiccup. "What exactly am I supposed to do?"

He asked in a low, hoarse, humble voice.

Li Mingxi didn’t answer; she asked instead, "You’re drunk?"

"Tell me, what exactly am I supposed to do?"

"Do what?"

Xiao Lang’s eyes were hazy and heavy with pain. "What am I supposed to do? Tell me..."

"I asked, do what?"

"I can’t let go, it hurts so much, so what am I supposed to do?" Xiao Lang’s voice was full of sorrow, like a wounded wild animal.

Something in Li Mingxi’s heart cramped.

"Where are you right now?" she asked him.

"So you don’t know what I’m supposed to do either, right?" Xiao Lang answered beside the point.

He was completely drunk now; he didn’t understand what she was saying, he just kept spilling everything in his heart.

"Xiao Lang, where are you?" There was a trace of urgency in Li Mingxi’s tone.

On the other end, Xiao Lang simply hung up.

"Hello? Hello?!" Seeing the call cut off, Li Mingxi immediately dialed back, but Xiao Lang didn’t pick up.

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