Chapter 312: Lu Shaoming, I Have Already Forgiven You

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

Lu Shaoming looked at her small head that was looking downwards, and he did not know how to respond.

They both froze for a moment, and Lu Shaoming furrowed his and said, “Ning Qing, why are you here? It is cold outside today; I will have the chauffeur bring you back…”

The word “home” was stuck in his throat, and he was unable to say it because Ning Qing took two sudden steps forward and embraced him.

Lu Shaoming froze entirely.

Ning Qing placed her small face on his wool sweater. The man was dressed in a black wool sweater with a pair of khakis. His warmth radiated through the wool sweater. The soft goat-cashmere material was on her face, and it was very comfortable. She buried her tiny face on his chest and had a sniff. It was the clear and crisp scent that she was mesmerized by.

She was gentle and hoarse as she said, “Lu Shaoming, I have already forgiven you. I was thinking just now, if you can open the door to look for me, then I would not be angry with what happened last night. I was counting down in my heart, 1,2,3. When I counted to 2 and you still did not open the door, I was counting two and a half, two and a quarter, I thought you would definitely open the door.”

“I was also waiting for you to apologize to me just now, but you didn’t say anything. It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize, Lu Shaoming; I have forgiven you.”

“Ning Qing…” Lu Shaoming’s two hands went to her beautiful back. He wanted to hug her and listen to her telling him that she had forgiven him in a half aggrieved, half coy voice, and his heart was so soft.

That was his girl.

But, the uncomfortable feeling that was akin to a knife inside his body started to hurt again, and a gush of blood went rushing towards the brain, making the tip of his nose feel hot.

This was the warning sign of a nosebleed.

He stretched out his hand to hold onto her small shoulders, wanting to push her away. “Ning Qing….”

“Don’t push me, Hubby. Don’t push me.” Ning Qing pouted her small, pink lips and tightly embraced his built waist. “I beg you not to push me away. I am not feeling well today…”

She was not feeling well?

Lu Shaoming’s large hand on her shoulder tightened. He pushed her a distance away and lowered his gaze to examine her small face. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.

She was frozen for such a long period of time in such a chilly winter, but her small face was red with an unhealthy crimson glow.

His actions were quicker than the thinking in his brain. He put his handsome face against her clean forehead; it was burning hot.

“Ning Qing, do you have a fever? Why haven’t you gone to see a doctor if you have a fever? Why would run all the way here? How old are you? Do you still not know how to take care of yourself?” His face was tight as he spoke.

Ning Qing looked at the worry and pity that could not be covered up in his dark eyes. She felt the tip of her nose turn sour. Her beautiful eyes were covered with a bright fog, and she slowly stretched out her small hand to cup his handsome face.

“Shaoming, I hit you yesterday. Did it hurt? Are you angry with me? I am sorry. I apologize to you. I was too upset yesterday! I really did not bear to hit you. I will not be so stubborn in the future, okay? I will also not worry about that woman anymore; I trust you.

“Shaoming, let’s not fight anymore. Would you agree to go about our lives together? You don’t want to tell me what happened, so I will not ask anymore. You don’t want to live at home, so I will move over here to live together with you. I guarantee that I will be even more mature, and I would not dare hit you. I would not dare act coy, and I would not dare to act stubborn anymore. I just want to accompany you quietly. Both Little Young Master Lu and I need you.”

The tears in the girl’s eyes were on the brink of falling down but she did not dare let them. There was a gentle despair in her gaze as she looked at him. Lu Shaoming knitted his eyebrows tightly, and he panted heavily.

She could be stubborn and act coy. He could also let her hit him; she had the right to do so.

She had given her resilience and softness to him, and it was as if she were already inside his blood stream. It would increase with time, and no matter how much he loved her, it was not enough.

He was the one who did not know what to do.

It was so uncomfortable.

He could not explain this feeling of this discomfort.

Lu Shaoming half closed his eyes and suddenly felt his lips soften. Ning Qing was on her tiptoes kissing him.

She couldn’t!

He wanted to push her away.

“Lu Shaoming, I love you! I really love you.” The girl kissed him, and she was murmuring lovingly, unwilling to separate from him.

Lu Shaoming’s hands that had just been pushing her hands away froze, and he could not use any strength.

He was unwell. He closed his eyes and did not think of anything. If it was fated that he would die, then he would also want to taste her sweetness.

His firmly took her shoulder in his large hand, and he used his strength to envelop her into his embrace. He opened his mouth and parted her teeth.

“Lu Shaoming!” Zhou Dayuan called out to him.

Hearing his voice was like being splashed with a bucket of cold water, drenching him entirely from head to toe. All of his senses instantly returned, and this feeling was like he dropped from heaven to hell instantly. His heart had been shot by an arrow, and this bone piercing pain was tearing his body apart.

He was almost cracking apart.

“Shaoming, what is wrong with you?” She realized that Lu Shaoming was not behaving normally. Ning Qing wanted to hold onto his elbow.

But at this moment, a hand quickly reached over. Ning Qing felt someone push her shoulder, and she was still standing on the steps for a moment. She fumbled around, and she fell down the steps.

“Ah!” Her body fell onto the grass patch. Her small hand brushed across the steps, and it was immediately injured.

Lu Shaoming heard the girl cry out in pain. He quickly opened his eyes and turned to the side to look. Ning Qing fell and was lying on the ground. Her left palm had a broken patch of skin. Fresh blood gushed out of it. The girl was in great pain, and her tears poured down from her eyes.

It was only then that Lu Shaoming realized that there was another injury on her right hand. There was a large patch that was swollen, and it still had a blood stain that had not been wiped away. It was probably the injury left behind from when she pulled out the IV drip.

When she stood at the door just now, she had intentionally used her left hand to cover her right, and he did not see anything.

All his blood in his body was rushing towards his brain. His black eyes were shining with a fierce and scary glow, and he rushed towards the owner of the hand and bellowed out, “Leng Zhiyuan, what are you doing?”

He went down the steps, and wanted to help Ning Qing up.

But his arms were locked. A warm yet mocking voice rang out beside his ear. “Lu Shaoming, you’re being reckless. What are you trying to do?”

Lu Shaoming froze.

Zhou Dayuan let go of him and went down the steps. He bent down in front of Ning Qing and said, “Ning Qing, are you okay? You need to treat the wound on your left hand. You need to use alcohol to sanitize the wound. What is wrong with your right hand? Your body temperature is so high, it seems like you have been burning for a night — around 41 degrees. Did you have an IV at home? Why did you pull it out?”

He stretched out his beautiful, clean hands, wanting to help Ning Qing up.

But he did not get to do so, because Ning Qing ducked sideways to avoid him.

Zhou Dayuan froze.

From the first time they had met in the United Kingdom, they had good impressions of one another. They had a weird sense of kinship, and Ning Qing saw him as an older brother, wanting to pair him up with Jian Han.

But she was now rejecting his help.

Zhou Dayuan channelled his gaze downwards. He knew that this was a good girl who was smart and quick witted. His actions just now were stopping her and Lu Shaoming, and she was sensitive enough to catch that.

Ning Qing ducked away from Zhou Dayuan. She lifted her gaze to look towards Lu Shaoming. The tears in her eyes were like a chain of broken pearls as they rolled down her face. Her pink lips moved. She wanted to call him hubby. She wanted him to help her up. In the end…she did not say anything.

Because when Lu Shaoming met her gaze, he turned sideways to duck away from her.

Leng Zhiyuan looked at Ning Qing’s small hand. She had guilt in her eyes as she said, “Oi, are you okay? I only wanted to push you away just now. I wanted you to distance yourself from him. I didn’t really want to harm you. How are you so weak? You would fall with a single tap; I am amazed.”

Ning Qing withdrew her gaze. She knew that she looked dishevelled sprawled on the ground after falling, and she was like a clown in front of the three people.

These three people did not welcome her.

The palm of her hand did not hurt anymore. She supported herself with her two small hands but struggled as she tried to do so.

But when she tried to get up, she felt her head spin. Her body has not been too fit recently. The green grass field in her vision turned black, and she could not see.

Why was she not able to see again?

Ning Qing was in shock as she did not dare to blink her eyes. Her black irises moved, and it was night-black.

She fell back down to the grass, and she shut her eyes in shock.

“Ning Qing….” Zhou Dayuan saw her small, burning face turn deathly pale. He wanted to stretch out his hand to help her up. “Where do you not feel well?”

 Lu Shaoming saw the girl that was sitting on the grass patch was not behaving normally, and he wanted to go forward.

But at this moment, there was a sound of a car braking. A luxury sedan stopped, and two people stepped out from the passenger’s seat. It was Song Yajing and Yin Shuiling.

Yin Shuiling saw that Ning Qing was seated on the floor and ran forward immediately, “Ning Qing, what is wrong with you? Did you fall? Get up quickly.”

She heard Yin Shuiling’s voice. Ning Qing opened her eyes, and Yin Shuiling’s exquisite face was in front of her. She could see now.

Ning Qing heaved a sigh of relief. It must have been her imagination just now; she did not lose her vision.

It was great.

Yin Shuiling helped Ning Qing get up, then looked at Lu Shaoming. Her tone was fierce as she said, “Young Master Lu, what do you mean by this? Your wife fell down in front of you! Can’t you help her up? Ning Qing has a 41 degree fever. It is so cold in the winter, and you let her lay on the ground?”

“Shuiling.” Ning Qing tugged on Yin Shuiling’s shirt sleeve and softly said, “Forget it.”

“Forget it? Ning Qing, aren’t you angry? I am furious looking on… Eh, What is wrong with your hand?” Yin Shuiling held Ning Qing’s small hand and said, “Why is your hand hurt like this. Young Master Lu…”

In Ning Qing’s peripheral vision, she saw black shadow fly by, and Lu Shaoming had already turned around and entered the villa.

At this moment, Yin Shuiling exploded with anger. She wanted to give chase, and she said, “Young Master Lu…”

“Shuiling.” Ning Qing used strength to hold onto Yin Shuiling. Her face was pale as she shook her head. “Shui Ling, don’t make a fuss. I am begging you.”

Yin Shuiling was extremely furious. She held onto Ning Qing’s hand and brought her away from the villa. “Let us go back, don’t stay here, they don’t welcome you here. Ning Qing, men become more wicked as you pamper them. You leave him alone for a couple days and see whether he comes to look for you. Quick, go back into the car. I will help you handle the wound on your hand.”

Song Yajing witnessed everything that had transpired. She could not believe what was happening before her own eyes. Was this still her son?

She lifted her feet to walk into the villa, and when she reached the door, Zhou Dayuan blocked her from entering. “Aunt.”

Song Yajing was in a bad mood as she glared at him. “Why can’t I enter this villa despite the fact that I am his mother?”

Zhou Dayuan: “…”

Song Yajing walked into the villa, and Lu Shaoming was standing at the stairs. With one hand, he was holding onto one of the steps for support. The other was placed on his heart, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together because of pain.

The next second, his mother’s stern chiding came into his ears. “Lu Shaoming, what are you plotting exactly? What do you want? Tell me clearly. If you want to divorce Qing Qing, sure. We will sign the divorce agreement.”

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