Lu Qing stepped off the plane, and as he walked out, a figure suddenly collided with him and fell to the ground, crying out in pain:
Lu Qing found the voice somewhat familiar. When he looked down, it turned out to be Mo Wenwan!
He frowned, helped her up, and asked indifferently:
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Mo Wenwan looked at him timidly and said: "My new heart is giving me some problems again, so I came for a check-up. Brother Qing, I didn’t expect such a coincidence, running into you here. Are you here for business?"
Lu Qing responded with a soft "Mm."
Mo Wenwan exclaimed happily, "That’s great! Brother Qing, which hotel are you staying at?"
"That’s such a coincidence! I’m staying there too. Let’s go together."
Lu Qing studied her briefly and replied indifferently, "I have something to handle first. I’ll go ahead."
Suddenly, she called after him, her tone urgent:
"Brother Qing, why do you dislike me so much now? You used to care about me a lot. Before my heart surgery, you would always come to see me. Why is it that now, you want to draw such a clear line between us?"
Lu Qing’s eyes carried a faint chill as he replied calmly:
"Your heart condition worsened partially because of me. I felt I had a responsibility to pay back some of what I owed. Now that you’ve recovered, everything between us has been settled."
Mo Wenwan’s face instantly turned pale. So that’s how it is?
It was just because she had saved him, which exacerbated her heart condition, that he felt the slightest obligation toward her?
Now that the debt was repaid, he simply wanted to sever ties? How could he be so ruthless?
"But... but my heart condition isn’t completely cured. That doesn’t make things even; I..."
Lu Qing interrupted her without hesitation: "I’ve already arranged for you to get a new heart. What happens afterward is no longer my concern."
With that, he turned and walked away. Mo Wenwan stared at his retreating figure, her expression turning dark and manic.
She didn’t believe he could truly be this cruel! She would gamble on it! Make a desperate move!
At ten o’clock, Lu Qing had just returned to the hotel. After giving Han Shu some instructions, Han Shu left the room.
Lu Qing had just finished showering when he picked up his phone and saw a few WeChat messages from Qin Miaomiao. His lips curled slightly—his wife missed him after all.
He sent her a video call request, and within seconds, she answered. On the screen, she was lying in bed.
She was wearing a black face mask and greeted him cheerfully:
Although he couldn’t see his wife’s fair, delicate face, just hearing her voice was enough to soothe him.
"Mm-hm, lying on our big bed. Hubby, without you here, this bed feels so big. I can roll around and jump freely at night."
Was that meant to sound smug?
Lu Qing looked at his wife’s delicate hands and her snow-white neck that was visible on the screen. Even if he couldn’t see her face, he felt like pulling this cheeky woman into his arms and kissing her fiercely.
"I’m always good. By the way, it seems like the hotel you’re staying at is really nice."
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow slightly and said calmly, "It’s just a seven-star presidential suite. The bathtub is plated with a little gold, that’s all."
"Really? I want to see, I want to see!"
Lu Qing took his phone into the bathroom, and the luxurious interior exceeded Qin Miaomiao’s expectations. Filled with envy, jealousy, and a hint of bitterness, she said:
"It’s so extravagant! But I’ve heard Dubai is even more extravagant. Should we visit there for our honeymoon?"
He walked out, and Qin Miaomiao spotted the bed—a waterbed covered with heart-shaped rose petals. It looked incredibly comfortable.
She regretted not joining him.
"Hubby! When we get back home, I want to swap our bed for a waterbed too."
Lu Qing’s eyes darkened slightly: "Alright. A waterbed could make those... intimate activities much more interesting."
Ah, intimate activities? She didn’t catch his meaning.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Qin Miaomiao glanced at the time—it was already late. Who could be knocking on his door at this hour?