Lu Jinyang walked towards the dorms, thinking about Zhuang Shuqing’s words that their marriage would last until the child’s death, an eerie chill emanating from him.
All the women of the Empire sought the position of Mrs. Lu, yet she alone looked down upon it.
As if a thought struck him, a glint flashed in his deep eyes, Lu Jinyang took out his phone and dialed a number, "Help me look up a child’s identity..."
A week flew by, and the weekend arrived.
Zhuang Shuqing rose early because she had agreed to visit Xiaoxuan the day before yesterday.
When she arrived at the hospital room, she saw a tall figure sitting in front of the sickbed. With just a glance at his sturdy and secure back, it was clear this person was Lu Jinyang.
Realizing that she recognized Lu Jinyang just by his silhouette made her heart skip a beat. Had she grown this familiar with him?
Feeling the gaze from behind, Lu Jinyang turned around. Seeing that it was her, he wasn’t at all surprised, "Have you had breakfast?"
He handed her a bag, "I saved a portion for you."
Xiaoxuan, while eating, said: "Mommy Shuqing, the breakfast Daddy Lu bought is really nice."
Accepting the breakfast, she smiled, "Eat slowly, don’t choke."
"Mmm-hmm." Xiaoxuan responded, bowing his head to continue eating.
The doctor said, considering Xiaoxuan’s condition, it’s not too bad. Usually, after many chemotherapy sessions, one wouldn’t have an appetite, but Xiaoxuan’s appetite was still normal.
"Why did you come today?" Zhuang Shuqing asked him.
"It’s the weekend, time to rest."
"But the military base is so far from here."
"I’m used to waking up early."
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Just like last time, after spending half an hour, Lu Jinyang left the hospital. Before leaving, he told Zhuang Shuqing, "I’ll wait for you in the car."
Surprised, she thought he needed to speak with her about something; about ten minutes later, after she lulled Xiaoxuan to sleep and instructed the newly arrived orphanage child who would look after Xiaoxuan, she left.
Descending the building, she immediately spotted the black Bentley parked across the street. Zhuang Shuqing walked over and sat in the front passenger seat.
"Is someone looking after him?"
"Yes, the children take turns to care for him. The shift change won’t exceed half an hour."
The whole drive, neither of them said anything. To avoid the awkward atmosphere, Zhuang Shuqing closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
When they reached the bottom of her apartment building, she got out of the car, only to find Lu Jinyang also getting out.
She asked in surprise, "Aren’t you going home?"
"I’m used to taking a nap at noon; it’s easy to feel drowsy driving around this time."
Zhuang Shuqing turned and continued walking. Halfway there, she heard steady footsteps behind her and quickly turned to see Lu Jinyang following her!
"Why are you following me?"
"...This is my home."
With an impassive expression, Lu Jinyang’s handsome face showed a hint of a smile, "What’s the matter, should there be a ’yours’ and ’mine’ between me and my wife?"
She: "...But we’re only temporary."
"The marriage certificate is real, the military marriage is real, both have legal effect."
Zhuang Shuqing felt blocked, unable to refute his words. Her heart was itching with annoyance, but she couldn’t flare up at him, fearing that he’d stop acting with her if he got irritated.
Calming herself down, she turned and walked upstairs resentfully, completely unaware of the slight curve at the corners of the man’s lips behind her.
Once home, Zhuang Shuqing realized a serious problem: the sofa was in no way big enough for his tall frame, and there was only one bed in the house!