Chapter 333 (1/2)

Lu Shaoming sent a text message.

[I didn’t lie to you today.]

It was simple and clear cut.

Ning Qing’s long lashes that were like b.u.t.terfly wings fluttered twice, and she understood what he was trying to get across. He did not have a change in feelings, and he would also not be interested in another woman.

She was silent for half a second and wanted to put her phone away.

Ding! Another text message came in.

[Do you want…to have time as a couple?]

Ning Qing’s irises contracted, and she instinctively bit down on her lip. How could he be so shameless?

She did not bother with him.

She would not bother with him.

But the 3rd text message came in. [ I want… give me some time. I will give little Qinwen a younger sister.]

Ning Qing’s small face burned up. Forget it if he was shameless, he actually thought of her of being so shameless also.

His tone made it seem like she could not hold it in any longer.

“Director Ning…” There was a journalist calling her.

She lifted her gaze and stood up. “I am coming.”

As she stood up, she glanced at the French windows to see a handsome, lanky figure standing quietly in the corridor. He was holding his phone with one hand, and another hand was placed inside his pocket. He was looking over in her direction.

The previous time in the supermarket, and now here, he seemed to be in a corner maintaining this position as he looked at her while she wasn’t aware of.

He didn’t say a single word throughout.

As if he were using his gaze to swallow her into his soul.

Ning Qing looked sideways. She snorted inside her heart. Since he had such deep feelings, why was he so cruel? Whatever she gave him, he didn’t want it, so now, forget about it then.

Ning Qing turned around.

…

Lu Shaoming went back to the Lu family villa. The expansive villa was cold and empty. Even though winter has pa.s.sed and given way to spring, it still did not have a touch of life and energy in it.

He walked into the living room. Lu Dinghua was seated on the sofa flipping through the dictionary, and Song Yajing was watching television.

Lu Shaoming scanned the television screen. The person on it was very familiar. He had just seen that person in the birthday banquet today, and he was the man standing beside Ning Qing.

Song Yajing was watching <Lurker>.

Noting that he had returned, Song Yajing took the remote control and switched the television off, then she stood up slowly. “Shaoming, you are back now? Have you eaten already?”

“Yeah, I already ate.”

Song Yajing nodded her head and said, “Then go rest. Mum will return back to my room.” She turned around to head up the stairs.

Lu Shaoming looked at his mother’s back profile. Over these past two months, his mother had become much more frail. She had more strands of white hair on her head, and her expression on her face was both lonely and frustrated.

Sometimes, he also was thinking, this type of situation was even worse compared before Ning Qing had appeared, it turned out that there was no such thing as worst, and there could only be even worse.

Whatever she previously gave to the Lu family, she had taken it all back now.

“Shaoming,” Lu Dinghua flipped through the dictionary and said, “Come over here, I am picking a name for Little Young Master Lu. Look at which one is good?”

“Dad, Little Young Master has a name already — Lu Qinwen. Ning Qing gave it to him.”

Lu Dinghua froze. He forcefully lifted the corners of his lips before throwing the dictionary onto the coffee table. He slowly walked over to Lu Shaoming and stretched out his hand to pat his shoulder. “Okay, Lu Qinwen. Qinwen. It’s pretty good, it’s pretty good.” He let out a sigh and also headed upstairs.

Lu Shaoming stood in place as he froze there for a full minute. He lifted his heels as he headed upstairs and pushed the bedroom door open before walking in.

He threw the doc.u.ments in his hands haphazardly onto the sofa, and he allowed that small exquisite face to linger in his eyes.

Knock knock knock. The sound of someone knocking on the door rang out in the air, Zhou Dayuan walked inside.

In the previous month, Zhou Dayuan had also moved to the Lu family villa, and he would also perform body check-ups for Lu Shaoming daily.

“What are you thinking about?” Zhou Dayuan took the stethoscope as he listened to Lu Shaoming’s heartbeat.

Lu Shaoming lifted his gaze to look at Zhou Dayuan. The man who had a pair of gold rimmed gla.s.ses on his face was pure and clean, as if he didn’t have times where he was anxious and in fear.

“Da Yuan, in these six years since Jian Han left you, how did you survive through it all?”

Zhou Dayuan’s beautiful, white hand froze for a moment, and he then had an easygoing laugh as he said, “How did I survive? Every time you think that you can’t survive any longer, the sun still rises the next day.”

He looked at the sun rise the following day, and no matter how he looked at it, it seemed so hopeless.

Many days pa.s.sed, and he still did not have a single update on where that woman went.

He was not afraid of waiting, but he was afraid that he was not in time to wait for her, no matter whether he felt every day pa.s.s by like a year, the time flowed through his fingers like sand, and it pa.s.sed him by in a flash.

He was already 32 years old.

How many six year intervals would he have in life?

Lu Shaoming listened to what he said without saying a word. He looked at the crystal chandelier above his head. His long legs were crossed lazily on the bed, and there was a lack of care in his elegance.

Zhou Dayuan had a frown on his face, and he glanced at Lu Shaoming. “Where did you go today? Why is your heartbeat so messy? Your blood is flowing at rapid speed. Oi, what are you thinking about right now?”

Lu Shaoming closed his eyes lightly and was in a good mood as he questioned Zhou Dayuan instead. “What do you think?”

Zhou Dayuan snorted in laughter as he said, “I advise you to take it easy. If the cure didn’t arrive from Miao Jiang a month ago, you would have been dead a long time ago.”