"Well, that might be a bit difficult, Li Weonian doesn’t work there anymore." A trace of disdain flashed through Ning Qian’s eyes when the name was mentioned.
What a useless fat pig. She only got with him initially to use his editor-in-chief status for more headlines. But not only did she never make it to the headlines, she was actually replaced by someone else.
Whenever Ning Qian thought of this, she would feel a tightness in her heart.
"Then let it be. By the way, you know what to do about today’s visit to the hospital, right?"
"Sister Yang, rest assured, I won’t reveal a single word."
Seeing Ning Qian assure her once more, her expression softened a lot.
However, in her heart, Zhuang Shuqing had become a thorn she couldn’t wait to remove to feel at ease.
Inside the luxurious carriage
Zhuang Shuqing handed him a card, "This is to repay the medical expenses you advanced for Xiao Xuan. Dean Hua said his parents didn’t want it, so..."
Lu Jinyang didn’t even look at the card in her hand, "Keep it."
"No, this money is rightfully yours. The orphanage doesn’t lack funds either."
After the last fundraising for Xiao Xuan, since his parents had taken him back, she asked Dean Hua to refund the donations to the kind sponsors. Unexpectedly, not a single one of them was willing to take the money back, instead, they asked for it to be left for the orphans.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Shuqing’s eyes became slightly moist. In this world, apart from parents who abandon their children and those who have designs on children, there are still many more kind-hearted people.
She suddenly looked up and met a pair of bottomless dark eyes.
"Do I need to remind you of your identity every time?"
"..." She isn’t really Mrs. Lu, so it’s normal for her not to have the consciousness of being Mrs. Lu - she didn’t understand why this man was getting angry.
She pouted and didn’t engage.
There was a brief silence in the carriage, but after a while, Lu Jinyang spoke again.
"I don’t need this small amount of money."
He didn’t want the money, not even if the child’s father had offered a hundred times more. What he wanted was the interpersonal favor.
"Alright then, I’ll hold onto it for you," she took the card back and looked at him again, "Thank you for today."
She was just following her habit of calling the last dialed number, as it wouldn’t waste time on unfamiliar contacts.
But she didn’t expect the last person she had called was Lu Jinyang.
Hearing her, he responded with a faint acknowledgment and said nothing more.
The place Lu Jinyang chose for dining was a high-end restaurant.
After glancing at the menu, Zhuang Shuqing felt extremely grateful; they had both Chinese and Western cuisine. Initially, she thought they would be having Western food, which she, with her injury, would definitely struggle to eat with one hand.
"Zhuang Shuqing." Before she could finish her words, Lu Jinyang interrupted her, "Do you realize how unpleasant it is to hear those two words from you?"
She was at a loss, isn’t that what everyone calls him?
It seemed as though he knew what she was thinking. Resigned, Lu Jinyang opened his mouth, "I am your husband, are you sure you want to call me like others do?"
She tilted her head to look at him, "Or maybe I’ll just call you Lu Jinyang."
After she said that, she regretted it immediately because the man was glaring at her with a look that could kill, making her close her mouth lacking backbone.
After a while, she heard his crisp voice, "Either call me by a single character, or call me ’husband’."
"You’re not joking, are you?" She couldn’t believe what he was saying.
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In the private room, the man lounged lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, exuding an air of wealth and charm.
At that moment, he was serious yet teasing her, which paradoxically added a roguish charm.
Zhuang Shuqing smacked her lips, "I really think you’re joking."