Xia Weibao said that in such a situation, only walking more could help relieve it, and that medication wasn’t very effective.
With Lu Hualiang’s support, Zhong Wanshu took a few steps, then looked up excitedly at her own son.
Her eyes reddened, a touch of heartache in them.
For so many years, this son had toiled and worried over her and her daughter’s illnesses, almost searching the entire world for famous doctors. She had seen it all.
When the doctors issued their final ultimatum, she saw this towering son’s eyes redden for the first time.
Now, finally, after waiting through the long night for a glimpse of the moon through parting clouds, her feelings were a mix of happiness and heartache.
Lu Hualiang nodded to show he had heard.
He was always distant in his emotions, never showing joy or anger, except for a bit of a lack of restraint in front of Xia Weibao. In front of anybody else, he maintained his usual aloof demeanor.
So even if he was very happy at the moment, it didn’t show very much on his face.
Zhong Wanshu obviously understood her son’s personality well and did not expect him to offer a smile.
Once it was confirmed that Zhong Wanshu had indeed recovered and could move around, the heavy stone in Lu Hualiang’s heart finally fell to the ground.
Only then did he realize that the servants were tidying up the room!
His heart suddenly sunk, "Mom, what are you doing?"
His tone was far from welcoming.
A flash of red appeared in his line of sight. Lu Huashan smiled triumphantly, almost asking for a slap with her self-satisfied grin.
"Didn’t you see? Starting today, Mom and I will be moving to Lu Garden. Brother, you can go to work now. There’s no need to look after us; we can manage on our own."
Lu Huashan waved her hand grandly as if to say, "Xiao Luzi, you can go now," with all the airs of a queen.
To put it bluntly, it was like a mistress boldly taking her place in front of the rightful wife, swaggering around unapologetically.
Lu Hualiang’s face darkened.
He could drive out Lu Huashan, but how could he send his own mother away?
After all, she was his birth mother!
But if he didn’t, it was clear that these two were here to compete with him for his wife.
He hadn’t even won her over yet, and already so many people were crowding in, like unwanted soldiers. He really wanted to sweep them all out!
"Mom, Lu Garden is in the city center; it’s too noisy and not suitable for your recovery," Lu Hualiang attempted to persuade his mother to leave.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Wanshu waved her hand indifferently, "It’s fine. Although Lu Garden is in the city center, it occupies a large area. The villa is right in the center where it’s not noisy, and the environment is no worse than Lishan Side Courtyard. It’s perfect for recuperation."
Lu Garden was the top garden in Huaxia, one level higher than the neighboring Presidential Mansion. Could the environment be bad? If it were, would he live there?
His eyes narrowed dangerously as he glanced at Lu Huashan, who was smugly taking advantage of the situation.
Without even thinking, he knew it must have been her idea.
Director Lu was very troubled, feeling as if the whole world was competing with him for his wife.
"Moving here to live with Baby will make it convenient for her to treat me," she stated.
With her saying it like that, what more could he say?
"Do as you please, I’m going to work."
With a stern face, he left.
Lu Huashan flipped him the bird behind his back, then raised her thumbs up to Zhong Wanshu.
Indeed, the Empress Dowager has her privileges, just moving right in, and the bastard doesn’t dare make a peep. Hahaha.
Zhong Wanshu glared at her, "What are you flipping the finger for? A young lady should watch her image."
Immediately, Lu Huashan stood up straight and adopted a Mona Lisa-esque smile.
Baby loved a lady with grace, so she had to maintain her image.
But just the thought of being able to sleep with the goddess tonight excited her so much. How could she deal with that?
As Lu Hualiang left the villa, he saw that in the neighboring villa, Xiang Chu and Hepburn, each with a suitcase in hand, were stuck at the door, neither willing to give way to the other, each insisting on being the first to enter.