Chapter 1105: Because, I love you!

After returning to London, Xia Yu clearly felt that Elena had changed.

It seemed that because he had told people he was her boyfriend for the first time, especially in front of such a figure as the French president, Elena had undergone an invisible transformation.

She had become more confident and charismatic, and her smile had become more frequent. She no longer tried to hide it at work.

This change was undoubtedly very good for Elena.

But Xia Yu was happy, but also a little worried.

On the third day back in London, Xia Yu was reading the newspaper when he came across an article that disturbed his thoughts. Feeling a little depressed, he couldn't help but go to the roof of the Bright Foundation headquarters building, hoping to calm himself down.

He clutched the newspaper in his hands, stood with his arms folded, and looked out at the tall buildings in the distance. The breeze from above caressed his face, and it gradually carried his thoughts far away. He began to think about how he would handle his emotions in the future.

Compared to those playboys, Xia Yu prided himself on being very restrained. He was not the kind of sex-crazed idiot whose brain was full of white goo, an animal dominated by his lower body, nor had he become a human-shaped self-propelled cannon, firing non-stop wherever he went.

But he still had more than one girlfriend.

However, whether it was Li Qian, He Chaoqiong or Elena, all three girls were sincere in their love for him.

In Xia Yu's view, all living things are equal in terms of emotions, regardless of whether they are rich or poor.

Therefore, Xia Yu can say that his feelings for these three girls are all sincere.

His relationship with Li Qian began with an accident, and his heart came after his kidney. Eileen Chang's words fully reflect the course of Li Qian's love for Xia Yu. This fragile, sad girl made Xia Yu unable to help but protect her with all his heart, unwilling to hurt her. And her wisdom made her willing to sacrifice for him, which made Xia Yu cherish her even more.

As for He Chaoying, she is a girl who dares to love and hate. Her feelings for Xia Yu are sincere as jade, and she even rebels against her parents because of them. Xia Yu is not made of stone, so how could he not be moved?

Perhaps at first he had the idea of using the He family's power to rise up, but that only appeared for a while, and it gradually faded. On the contrary, the snobbish gambling king, who had always stood in the way, reversed his attitude and took the initiative to push his daughter into his arms.

Since He Chaoying's parents didn't object, and He Chaoying herself was willing to accept her present and future life, and Xia Yu really liked her, how could he push her away?

And what about Elena?

They also met because of fate, and Xia Yu didn't actively pursue her, but there were also other factors involved, which Elena knew full well, and Xia Yu knew that Elena knew.

It just so happened that no matter how they first met, in the end their hearts continued to grow closer because of their sincere feelings.

Having an unconventional duke father made Elena independent from an early age, and her views were different from those of the average British aristocratic child. She had her own opinions on relationships, so although she didn't know at first, she later knew that Li Xi was related to Xia Yu. After some time thinking about it, Elena still kept in touch with Xia Yu, and slowly over time their feelings grew, and naturally their hearts came together when their feelings became stronger.

Therefore, in Xia Yu's long-held view, none of the three girls were at fault. It was fate that made them meet him, and it was also his own fault.

He was big-hearted enough to blame himself. His heart was not a bungalow, but a luxurious castle, with more than enough rooms to accommodate more people...

The wind on the rooftop was a little strong, blowing Xia Yu's hair about and making his eyes a little dry, making him withdraw from his flighty mood.

'It seems that I'm already twenty years old this year...'

'The youngest, Zhaojun, is also twenty years old, Elena is twenty-four, and Sissi is twenty-five...'

A thought suddenly flashed through Xia Yu's mind, and a trace of worry appeared between his brows.

'They must also be waiting for me to give them love and a wedding...'

'Marriage?'

'Love?'

The thoughts he had just recovered were once again taken to the boundless sky by these two words.

'Marriage is a system, an economic relationship, a means of guaranteeing the raising of children.'

'Love, on the other hand, is a belief, a primal force, a heroic dream in a tired life.'

'Hoo...'

After a long while, he let out a breath, and a determined look flashed in his eyes.

'I am doomed to be unable to give them the perfect marriage.'

'But I can give them the love of their imagination!'

'Nothing can restrain me...not even the law!'

After thinking about it, Xia Yu looked at the newspaper in his hands, quickly skimmed through the article again, and then smiled. He casually dropped the newspaper on the ground. He exuded an indescribable aura, and if he had to forcibly use a word to describe it, it would be 'uninhibited'.

'Hahaha...'

Xia Yu laughed a few times, strutted proudly towards the stairs, and disappeared into the distance.

After Xia Yu had left, a strong wind suddenly blew on the rooftop. The newspapers on the ground were picked up by the wind and kept flipping and swaying in the air. In the end, one fell onto the bench by the road.

A tired old couple happened to be sitting there resting.

The old man picked up the newspaper on the bench, looked up and around, and then said to his wife, 'I don't know who threw that from a height, it's so dangerous, but fortunately it was just a newspaper!'

'Maybe the wind blew it up?'

The old woman spoke softly in defence of the stranger, with a kind smile on her face.

'Maybe!'

The old man shrugged his shoulders, his gaze full of tenderness as he looked at the old woman.

He picked up the newspaper and folded it a few times, ready to put it in a bag and throw it away when he came across a rubbish bin.

Suddenly, the philosophical man saw a familiar name on it, and he couldn't help but take a closer look.

After reading it, he subconsciously looked at his beloved by his side, and a happy smile once again appeared on his face.

'What is it? Is there some big news?'

The old woman asked, quietly waiting for her husband to finish reading the newspaper.

'It's an interesting little story, but you can't read it without your glasses, so I'll read it to you,' the old man said softly.

'Mm,' the old woman nodded slightly, leaning closer to her husband.

The old man looked at the newspaper and read the story to his wife softly.

One day, Plato asked his teacher, 'What is love? How do I find it?'

The teacher replied: 'There is a large wheat field in front of you. You cannot go back, and you can only pick one. If you find the most golden ear of wheat, you will find love.'

Plato walked forward, and after a short while, he turned back, empty-handed, unable to pick anything.

The teacher asked him, 'Why couldn't you pick anything?'

Plato said, 'Because you can only pick once and you can't turn back. I found the most golden ear of wheat, but I didn't know if there was a better one ahead, so I didn't pick it. As I walked further, none of the ears of wheat I saw were as good as the last one, and in the end I picked nothing.'

The teacher said, "This is love.'

Another day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is marriage? How can I find it?'

The teacher replied: 'There is a lush forest ahead. You can't go back. You can only cut down a tree. If you find the tallest and biggest tree, you will know what marriage is.'

Plato walked on, and after a while, he cut down a tree and returned.

The tree was neither lush nor tall, just an ordinary tree.

'Why did you only find such an ordinary tree?' the teacher asked him.

Plato replied, 'With the experience of the last time, I walked halfway into the forest with my hands empty. At that time, I saw this tree and thought it wasn't too bad, so I cut it down and brought it back, lest I miss it.'

The teacher replied, "This is marriage.'

...

After the old man finished reading, the old woman looked up at him and suddenly asked a question she had always known the answer to but never asked in her life: "When you first got together with me, was it because of marriage or love?'

The old man was silent.

After a long time, he stroked his wife's silver hair, and his previously clouded gaze became brighter and more sincere than ever.

He looked into his wife's eyes and apologised softly: 'My dear, I'm sorry. I pursued you because my parents ordered me to, because being with you would make my younger siblings' lives better. I lied to you my whole life.'

Then, he took his wife's hand and placed it on his heart, saying sincerely: 'But after being with you, I found that I have found true love. You are the angel of my life! I am willing to spend my life taking care of you! I love you!'

The old woman suddenly burst out laughing and said, 'Actually, I knew from the very beginning.'

The old man asked subconsciously, "Then why are you willing to...'

At this, the old man suddenly woke up and didn't continue.

But the old woman gave a knowing smile, tightly grasped her husband's old but as always warm hand, and said the answer her husband already knew: "Because, I love you.'

The old man's eyes were a little moist, he didn't say anything, and gently embraced his wife in his arms.

Passers-by looked at the loving couple, and while they were envious, they subconsciously slowed down their pace, not wanting to disturb them at this moment...