This man is practically invincible; no one dares to provoke him.
How could he possibly be worried about company matters.
And the look in his eyes just now, it was clearly that of a man hurt by love.
She frowned but remained silent.
Yet through the mirror, she watched the expression in his eyes.
Even though he behaved as usual, she could just feel that he was in a bad mood.
The unintentional display of melancholy was even more piercing.
"Husband, do you not like brushing my hair for me?"
"No, I like it very much," Lu Hualiang replied, his voice calm and even.
Fearing that she might overthink it, he added, "You don’t need to overthink. As long as you stay by my side, I’m willing to do anything for you."
The meaning of these words...
Xia Weibao finally realized.
He had once said, when he thought she had another man in her heart, that he didn’t mind being used as a substitute as long as she was willing to stay by his side.
She was vexed for forgetting something so important.
Considering her unusual reaction when she got the comb before, with his insightfulness, it was impossible for him not to see what the comb signified.
So now, did he think she was using him as a stand-in?
Did he also believe that she treated him as a substitute in last night’s encounter, seeing another man in his stead?
He really is deeply in love, so much that it hurts one’s heart.
Xia Weibao felt an oppressive sensation in her heart, an indescribable discomfort.
She had thought that by understanding her own feelings and knowing that she loved him, being a good Madam Lu would enable her to reciprocate his affection.
Now she realized it was impossible; no matter how much she loved him, it could never match one ten-thousandth of his affection for her!
His ten lifetimes of persistence and this deep affection were something she could never live up to.
Now he had forgotten her, yet he still clung to his measly affection without letting go.
And her? She had done nothing for him.
The more she thought about it, the more it hurt.
Xia Weibao suddenly turned around and hugged his sturdy waist.
With her sitting and him standing, her chin just reached his waist.
Looking up, her eyes smiled.
"Husband, I love you."
Lu Hualiang looked down, his heart bitter beyond words.
In her eyes at that moment, was it him she saw, or was she looking through him at someone else’s shadow?
"Mm, I know," he said.
That tone, it was clearly filled with concern.
Xia Weibao was speechless, how could someone so decisive become so dithering?
"I said, I love you," she emphasized, nudging her chin against his bellybutton area.
"It’s you that I love, Lu Hualiang, not someone else."
Whether it’s Emperor Xia Liang, Lu Hualiang, or Yuan Zhinan Pei Yan, it’s the same person.
The girl’s eyes sparkled with a brilliance like a sky full of stars, so dazzling they could light up his entire world and dispel all shadows.
Lu Hualiang’s eyes gradually cleared of darkness, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart.
Happiness came so unexpectedly that it caught him off guard, and he suddenly reached out to hold her, "You mean it?"
Xia Weibao glaringly retorted, "Otherwise, I belong to you, who else would I love?"
After saying this, she felt something pressing against her chest.
It was somewhat hot, and somewhat hard.
Realizing what it was, Xia Weibao’s face turned magnificently dark.
Alright, she shouldn’t have confessed.
Damn it, this man is a beast!
He’s ready to mate anytime, anywhere!
Lu Hualiang looked down at her from his height, raising his brow, "Wife, didn’t you say you love me? You know what to do next, right?"