Chapter 289: Young Master Lu Returns

Lu Shaoming felt that he had slept for a long time. He was walking alone and did not know where to go.

Suddenly, a girl appeared. Under her dark hair was a small face with bright eyes and teeth.

The girl saved a man whose abdomen had been injured. She covered the wound with her little hand and shed sparkling tears for him. She told him… My name is Ning Qing.

The scene changed. Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, in a Bentley, a man in a suit and leather shoes hugged a girl in a red sweater and kissed her intimately. He called her… Mrs. Lu.

Finally, in a bedroom, the rose petals on the bed were crushed. The girl’s milky-white body emitted a soft fragrance. The man pressed against her, and the girl cried as she hugged him… Lu Shaoming, I have finally become your woman.

There was a voice ringing in his ear, from far to near, repeating, “Young Master Lu, you should wake up.”

Lu Shaoming slowly opened his eyes. The sunshine outside the window was very warm on him. Shadows were hovering in front of him. Lu Shaoming looked at them one by one. Bill, Jian Han, Zhou Dayuan.

Looking to the left, he fixed his eyes on a girl, exactly the same as the one in his dream.

Ning Qing felt the wetness in her eyes. She put her hand over her mouth and found that all the tears had dripped to her fingertips. The man looked at her without blinking.

She slowly moved forward and squatted down.

Her shaking hands slowly climbed up the man’s handsome face. She kissed his lips, and her voice was trembling as she asked, “Shaoming, who am I?”

The man was silent for a few seconds before gently saying, “Little Wifey.”

…

Ning Qing could not believe that Lu Shaoming had recovered his memory. She was sitting in her chair peeling the apple with a fruit knife, but her eyes were trained on the man.

Lu Shaoming was sitting on the bed. He was leaning his back against the head of the bed, and his long legs were laid idly beside the bed. There was a sense of elegance and nobility in the silence.

He was reading the newspaper — the New York Financial News. When the newspaper had come in, she looked at it and could only describe it with one word – incomprehensible.

But he was reading it seriously. With his sharp fingers holding the newspaper, his clear-ink eyes drooping, he was focused on reading the paper. His mature charm was unique to a 31-year-old man.

Although he did not speak, Ning Qing knew he was different. He was her beloved husband and her loyal dog when he had lost his memory. But now that he had recovered, the majestic authority and murderous aura from his time in the corporate world all these years had come out again, causing Ning Qing to be afraid of looking at him.

She was indeed like that sometimes. She was afraid to look at him when she had just gotten married because she couldn’t stand the sharp and strong aura emanating from him. She didn’t even dare to touch the expensive wristwatch on his wrist.

He was so deep that she was as simple as a piece of white paper in front of him.

“Have you finished peeling the apple?” While Ning Qing was in a daze, the man on the bed suddenly popped that question.

The low, rich, and magnetic voice combined with his slow manner of speech made Ning Qing’s knees weak.

He didn’t look at her when he asked her the question. His eyes were still trained on the newspaper.

“Oh, yes.” Ning Qing felt her little face grow hot. She got up in a hurry, came to the bedside, and handed the apple to the man.

The man looked at the apple and then looked up at her. His eyes were clear and bright. They were very beautiful. He looked at the apple and asked in a low voice, “Did you peel them?”

Ning Qing looked down, and her little face turned red. She was focused on peeking at him just now. The apple she peeled looked as if a dog had chewed on it.

“I… I’ll go and peel another one,” Ning Qing stuttered as she turned around quickly.

But her slender wrist was caught by the man.

“Just now, you were peeking at me, huh?” Those eight short words were uttered by him with three pauses, and he spoke with an obvious teasing tone.

Had he caught her?

Ning Qing hung her head due to embarrassment. She twisted her wrist and hummed like a kitten. She decided to tell a little lie. “No.”

The man did not speak. His big palm turned slightly, and his rough fingers scraped the delicate skin on her wrist.

Ning Qing’s body trembled and her small face instantly became hot.

What is he doing?

For some unknown reason, after he had recovered his memory, they no longer got along as casually and intimately as before. Instead, they were like a couple who had been separated for more than a year.

But for couples, a reunion after a small parting was as sweet as their honeymoon. Sparks would fly when a man and woman spent time with each other. The unexplained ambiguity in the air was the most difficult to endure.

Her pearly white teeth bit her lower pink lip as her big, sparkling eyes wavered, and she looked at him. “What do you want?”

The next second, the apple in her hand was taken away, and the warmth on her wrist suddenly disappeared. “What do you think I’m going to do?”

The man took a bite of the apple.

Ning Qing: “…” He had done it intentionally!

…

When it was time to eat, the two did not go out to eat. The hospital cafeteria would provide cooked meals, and the staff would send it over.

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Ning Qing picked up the spoon and scooped up some soup. When she wanted to pour it over the rice, the man next to her said, “Ning Qing, don’t mix rice with soup.”

Ning Qing’s small hands froze. She had developed a heavy appetite after getting pregnant. She felt that it was very bland to just have rice alone. She would always mix the rice with soup.

At first, Lu Shaoming refused to let her, saying that it would cause indigestion, but when she pouted her lips aggrieved, the man surrendered.

Now the man beside her wouldn’t let her!

Ning Qing looked sideways at him. The man was wearing a white shirt and a turquoise sweater. His facial features were so deep they looked chiseled. He held his chopsticks in a standard posture, as if he were holding an ink pen, and he looked at her with a light gaze.

Ning Qing knew that her good days were over. She wasn’t just chatting for the sake of it. This man was very serious. She had never been coquettish with him since they’d been married.

“Alright.” She drooped her long eyelashes that were like butterflies’ wings. She dared not be coquettish. She could only drink the soup on the spoon, full of grievances. She then ate a small mouthful of rice with chopsticks.

The girl’s pink mouth chewed her rice daintily. She was no longer willing to look up, nor was she willing to stretch out her chopsticks to eat any other food. She looked as if she had been wronged.

Lu Shaoming’s gaze gradually softened, and he put a meatball in her bowl.

The girl raised her eyes but still refused to look at him. The girl’s voice was very soft and harmless as she said, “I don’t want to eat meatballs.”

After saying this, she heard the man put down his chopsticks, and his clean scent came near her. She was shocked and hurriedly said, “Don’t be angry. I’ll eat it, alright?”

Her cheeks became wet as tears fell from her eyes.

For the past few months, she had been spoiled by the other Lu Shaoming, and pregnant women were naturally sensitive and emotional. She was nearing her due date. How could she stand him doing this to her?

The tip of her nose soured due to the grievance in her heart. As a result, her tears fell uncontrollably

The small bowl in front of her was picked up by the man. He picked up the spoon, put some meatballs on the rice, and fed them to her. “Open your mouth.”

Ning Qing was stunned. Was he going to feed her?

She slowly opened her mouth and ate the rice he fed her.

“Is it delicious?” the man asked.

Ning Qing looked down at the rice as she chewed. In her peripheral vision, she saw his white sleeves around his wrist. The cuffs of the shirt were buttoned up. It was clean and straightforward. The hand that had just held the financial newspaper was now feeding her with a spoon.

“Yes, it’s delicious.” Her melancholic mood disappeared without a trace. Ning Qing nodded forcefully.

The man’s big palm came to her face and gently wiped away the tears for her. “What are you crying for?”

Ning Qing sniffled and raised her eyes. The man was frowning and advising her seriously. “Mixing soup with rice is not a good habit. You are a mother now. You can’t be capricious anymore. I didn’t criticize you. I’m just pointing out your mistakes. Don’t cry, alright?”

The man’s black and white eyes were clear and bright. It was as if the stars were sparkling inside his eyes. When such a man looked at you quietly, he could easily create the illusion of being as tender and gentle with her like water. Especially when he was advising and lecturing you solemnly, he treats you like his beloved daughter.

Ning Qing couldn’t stand this feeling. Her heart beat faster, and she was lost in his eyes.

She didn’t know what he was talking about. She just nodded foolishly.

The man wiped the tears for her, but his palm did not leave her face. Beneath his fingers was fair and delicate skin that looked and felt even better because of her pregnancy. His fingers came across her dainty widow’s peak and her delicate, little face.

His eyes darkened a little as his thumb turned and pressed directly over her delicate lips.

Ning Qing quickly came back to her senses. His movements were very gentle. She could even feel his deep, clear fingerprints as he was rubbing her lips gently.

Ning Qing, with a small red face, quickly lowered her eyes. She dared not look in his eyes at the moment. Even though she had missed his eyes at this moment so much this year.

Lu Shaoming had really come back. He was no longer eager and obnoxious. He was a 31-year-old gentleman who knew how to set the mood.

But Ning Qing’s eyelashes quivered twice as she hesitated. She wanted to ask him a question, but she didn’t know how to ask him. Does he remember what happened this year?

She promised not to forget him.

She had also loved that Lu Shaoming.

The temperature in the ward was raised a few degrees. Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door. The door was ajar. Zhou Dayuan leaned against the door and laughed, “If you don’t continue eating, the food will get cold.”

Ning Qing was so shy that she took his big palm in her small hand and dragged it down. Then, she took the small bowl in his hand and ate delicately.

Compared with the girl’s nervousness, Lu Shaoming raised his eyebrows and stood up slowly. He put one hand into his pocket and swept his deep and motionless gaze towards the door.

…

Lu Shaoming and Zhou Dayuan stood by the door and talked. Zhou Dayuan looked inside the ward. The girl had finished her meal and was standing by the bed, folding the blanket.

“Seen enough? Withdraw your gaze if you’ve seen enough,” Lu Shaoming’s said lightly.

Zhou Dayuan took back his gaze and looked at the man’s handsome, noble eyes. He smiled. “Alright, you’re still jealous of me. It seems that you haven’t lost his year’s memory.”

Lu Shaoming remained expressionless. He glanced at him as he said, “Using your words — mind your own business.”

That day he had laughed at him and Jian Han. Zhou Dayuan had told him, “Mind your own business.” Now, Lu Shaoming returned it to him word by word.

Zhou Dayuan shrugged helplessly. Over the years, he was already accustomed to Lu Shaoming’s cool temperament. He went up and had a small laugh as he said, “So, are you still accustomed to it? You have spoiled and pampered your wife to the moon and back this year. Also…” Zhou Dayuan gave Lu Shaoming a man’s gaze. “Look at how you can’t even restrain yourself during a meal. What are you going to do tonight? Let me remind you that your wife is already nine and a half months pregnant; you must be careful in the bedroom.”