Lu Qian still walked over.The city's neon lights cast a shimmering, multi-colored glaze over them, making everything seem unreal.Like a dream, ephemeral.Lu Qian's face was pale.

He knew what she meant; she wanted to give up!

He gazed at her, his voice low. "Mingzhu, I know this has wronged you! But could you give me some time It was I who recommended Lu Jun back then. The Lu family only has him as their sole heir."

Mingzhu turned away from the window, gazing outside.

She whispered, "Lu Qian, I just want a quiet life."

"Are you the influential Mr. Lu people talk about It doesn't matter. What matters is that we, you, and ShuoShuo can live together without being bothered by anyone."

This matter is at a standstill.

She was disappointed, but years of emotion weren't something that could be let go of easily.

Mingzhu leaned against the sofa, her face pale and drawn.

She whispered, "It's getting late. I'll take you to the guest room!"

Lu Qian, however, picked her up and walked towards the bed.

Mingzhu was startled.

She pounded his shoulder: "Lu Qian, what are you doing!"

He put her in the bed and then stroked her foot along her body. It was ice cold, so he warmed it with his palm.... All this time she kept looking at him with red eyes.

Lu Qian lowered his forehead to hers and said, "I'll just sleep here!"

Lu Qian didn't say anything, got off the bed, and walked straight to the washroom.

Here's his yukata, he put it on after taking a bath.

He pressed her down onto the bed, Mingzhu was behind him, and he gently pulled her into his arms.

Mingzhu's body stiffened slightly.

She whispered, "Don't touch me!"

Lu Qian pressed his lips against the back of her ear, without saying anything.

He hoped she would understand him, but he also knew it was unreasonable.

Over the years, he had given her far too little.

He was silent.

She blamed him for this, saying that they could have been happy, but he dragged himself into trouble. She said that even though he was so intelligent, he couldn't possibly be unaware of Lan Zimei's feelings, yet he still went ahead and stepped in.

When the night is deep and everyone is asleep.

He whispered, "I'm sorry!"

Mingzhu didn't respond, only her thin shoulders trembling violently.

……

The next morning.

Lu Qian woke up and it was already 8 am.

My hand touched nothing but air.

He got up and changed his clothes, then ran straight downstairs.

In the restaurant, Huo Shaoting was sitting and reading a newspaper.

A black shirt, dark gray trousers, and a neatly trimmed short haircut.

The whole person was strong and vigorous.

He was sitting beside Chongguang, Xiao Hoxi, Yunshi and Shuoshuo.

Although they are all just children, Huo Shaoting has a way of getting them to eat their meals quietly and look after each other, keeping everything clean.

Especially Huo Yunsi, that's Huo Xi's exclusive little toy.

Seeing Lu Qian go downstairs, Huo Xi happily called out to him, "Uncle."

Lu Qian hugged the little girl and sat beside Lu Shuo.

Little Shuo was sullen.

He also called out "Uncle," and Lu Qian didn't get angry. Instead, he gently patted his little head: "Was it Mommy who told you to call me that"

Lu Shuo hung his head low.

Lu Qian cursed, "You idiot," and then asked, "Does the wound still hurt"

Xiaoshu shook her head.

He said somewhat disappointedly, “It's not until half a month later that I can go to school.”

Lu Qian comforted him a few words.

At this time, Huo Shaoting folded the newspaper and said languidly, "Did Uncle sleep well last night"

Lu Qian had no intention of chatting with him.

However, Huo Shaoting was very interested.

He took a sip of black coffee with an air of nobility, deliberately teasing: "Uncle, you've been working hard and should freshen up! I forgot to tell you, Mingzhu is actually a bit of a visual person. If you don't spruce yourself up looking your best, this marriage might not happen!"

Lu Qian hated his mouth!

Ho Shao-ting continued to drink his coffee, a smile playing on his lips.

At this time, Wen Man went downstairs.

She was heavily pregnant and woke up later each day. Her children were mostly cared for by Huo Shaoting at home.

She came down.

Ho Shao-ting immediately got up to help her, there was no trace of his former energy.

Lu Qian looked enviously.

Wen Man sat down and called out to her uncle softly.

Lu Qian was very fond of her and whispered, "Please trouble Shao Ting with this!"

Wen Man smiled faintly.

She said, "I heard that my uncle was going to sue someone. Shaoting meant that he would handle the lawsuit."

Lu Qian was a little surprised.

He Shao-ting flipped through the newspaper casually, his tone flat: "I'm doing this for Mingzhu!"

As for this matter, Lu Qian still took it on.

After finishing breakfast, he went into the study with Ho Shaoting and discussed the case.

In the study, there were only two men, naturally not lacking in clouds of smoke.

After finishing the case, Huo Shaoting lightly brushed off the ash from his long fingers. He narrowed his eyes and asked: "Is Mingzhu still giving you the cold shoulder Uncle, I understand her, but I also understand you!"

Lu Qian didn't want to entangle with Lan Zi Mei, he just couldn't let go of Lu Jun's kind.

The points between men and men are basically the same.

But then he changed the subject and said, “But I only have one sister, so I’ll only give my uncle one chance! I’ll help as much as I can, but after that you guys are on your own!”

The worst outcome is: he raises Mingzhu his whole life.

Lu Qian also narrowed his eyes to look at Huo Shao Ting.

He still remembered that the boy, upon learning about his relationship with Mingzhu, had rushed to City C and challenged him to a fight.

Time has bestowed upon Shao Ting a mature and elegant demeanor.

But, Lu Qian's age couldn't withstand the test of time.

Ho Shaoting didn't say much. He found the matter rather unpleasant and feared repercussions if he spoke up.

Turning back, Wen Man was unhappy again.

Lu Qian spent the morning with ShuoShuo and then went to the set of Mingzhu around noon.

Mingzhu saw him.

During the break in filming, she walked over.

Lu Qian was still wearing yesterday's clothes, mature, elegant and tall. Mingzhu was about 170cm tall, but she still had to look up at him.

Eyes met.

Lu Qian softened his voice and whispered, "The old lady is not feeling well. I'll go back to City C first!"

He spoke with some annoyance.

With his hands buried in his pockets, he smiled wryly: "There are still a few projects to negotiate!"

He can't stay in city B forever. He quit his job, and starting over at this age will take a lot of effort.

At this thought, her attitude softened somewhat.

"Be careful on your way back."

"Next time, let's bring Ms. Liu with us!"

……

Lu Qian smiled faintly: “Are you thinking of me, or your Uncle Liu”

Mingzhu's eyes were a little red.

At this moment, the photographer called over.

She wasn't feeling well, and she adjusted herself for a long time, especially putting eye drops in her eyes.ys together, but their identities are different! For example, the Huo family is completely separate from our family. You haven't seen the grandeur of the Huo family. People wanting to get things done...