Chapter 289 - Young Master Lu Returns (1/2)

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

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 suns.h.i.+ne 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 n.o.bility 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 wrist.w.a.tch 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 embarra.s.sment. 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 sc.r.a.ped 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.