Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Just Checking on the Ex-Husband?
The next morning,
Lu Xining was bombarded with a barrage of ssages from Ming Yuan the mont she awoke.
Opening the chat, she discovered Liu Xixi and Ji Muye had made it to the trending searches again—was this the third ti?
She leaned against the headboard, scrolling through the hot topics on the trending list.
#Liu Xixi cohabiting with a mogul, marriage seems imminent#
Lu Xining felt calm, and even curiously clicked each topic to read the trending comnts below attentively.
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[The goose girl is so lucky, she looks like she’s just been nourished by love. You and the mogul… hehehe.]
[Yay! My shipped couple is becoming a reality!]
The hot searches were filled with screenshots from Liu Xixi’s live broadcast last night, including her blushing replies to viewers’ comnts.
“Yes, we were at his place last night.”
“Soone bullied , so he let stay at his place for easier protection.”
“He… treats very well.”
Her answers were alluring and romantic, sparking imaginative thoughts.
As Lu Xining was seriously engrossed, all entries about Liu Xixi’s late-night live broadcast vanished from the hot searches.
All related topics involving “Shi’an Group” and “Ji Muye” were taken down.
Liu Xixi’s fans went wild as though possessed, imdiately breaking into a frenzy.
[The hot searches disappeared! I bet the mogul couldn’t bear the sight of his blushing beauty being seen by the world, so he must’ve bought out the trending list.]
[Aaaaah! I am witnessing a domineering CEO protecting his delicate wife, just like in the dramas!]
However, within minutes of the trending topics being pulled,
Liu Xixi updated her personal account with a post: [The sunlight is nice, but he’s even nicer.]
Accompanying it was a selfie.
The picture was taken in the Ji Family Garden, with Liu Xixi holding a freshly plucked purple rose, smiling shyly at the cara, and in the distance on the second floor was the aloof figure of Ji Muye.
Lu Xining’s grip on her phone involuntarily tightened.
The flower in Liu Xixi’s hand was a Louis XIV she had planted back in the year of her marriage; it took diligent care and a whole year before a few blossoms erged.
Ironically, it was the year she and Ji Muye divorced when the entire garden blood into a sea of purple roses.
Worried about her state of mind, Ming Yuan video-called her during a filming break to see Lu Xining calm and joking, which relieved her sowhat. They chatted briefly before Ming Yuan resud shooting.
Lu Xining put down her phone and looked at the three sweetly sleeping little bundles on her bed. Her heart, though scarred, was enveloped layer by layer in warmth.
She was doing well now.
With her son and daughter by her side.
Even without a husband, she was happier than those five years.
Nuonuo woke up without crying or fussing, and upon seeing her two brothers still asleep, she started searching for her mother’s figure.
Seeing Lu Xining fresh from washing up, she stretched out her arms asking for a hug.
Picking up the little one, she kicked her legs as usual, her soft hands hooking around Lu Xining’s neck, her cheeks coming over for a snuggle.
Nuonuo: “Mommy, you sll nice.”
After they erged from the bathroom, Ji Chao and Ji Ze had also woken up.
After breakfast with the family of four, Lu Xining took her daughter to drop the boys off at kindergarten; during all this ti, Ji Muye hadn’t called again.
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“President Ji, the trending topics have all been pulled.”
Noticing his boss’s grim expression, Yan Dong felt apprehensive. What was going on?
Ji Muye, who hadn’t slept well the previous night, had just finished an international eting.
He massaged his uncomfortable brow, “Have the kids gone to kindergarten?”
Yan Dong nodded, “The lady personally took them.”
Ji Muye waved his hand, signaling him to leave.
Still concerned, Yan Dong suggested, “President Ji, should we ask Doctor Chen to co over and have a look? You don’t seem to be in good shape.”
Ji Muye spoke in a detached tone, “I’m fine.”
The office returned to silence.
He went to the drawer to get so painkillers, only to find the bottle empty.
Ji Muye then opened a new bottle.
Over the past two years, his headaches had grown increasingly severe, often relying on the effectiveness of painkillers to barely stabilize.
Ten minutes had passed, and the headache still hadn’t gone away.
Now, even the painkillers weren’t working.
The sleep-inducing incense Lu Xining had given him before was all used up.
He had never lowered his head, nor had he planned to ask her for more.
Beneath the perfectly pressed trousers, a pair of long legs bent slightly at the knees, sprawling lazily against the office chair to relax.
Ji Muye picked up the family photo on the desk and looked at it for a while, then returned it and once again beca the cold and aloof President Ji, continuing to the next eting.
But after the eting ended.
His condition was obviously not improved, his head hurt splittingly, as if countless hamrs were relentlessly pounding his brain, causing unbearable pain.
Yan Dong imdiately sent him to the hospital affiliated with the Ji Family.
While Ji Muye rested with an IV drip, Yan Dong stepped out to the hallway to deal with work over the phone. Turning around, he happened to see Lu Xining entering the next-door hospital room.
If he rembered correctly, that should be the person the Song Family had just found, right?
The lady and the young master of the Song Family…
Yan Dong’s heart raced as he returned to the hospital room with trepidation.
Ji Muye, still in his suit, sat on the sofa with a laptop in front of him, his left hand attached to the IV drip, and his right hand lightly tapping on his leg.
The eting was over.
Seeing his secretary’s hesitation to speak, Ji Muye furrowed his brows, his indifferent and distant eyes slightly lifted, “Is sothing wrong?”
Yan Dong imdiately shook his head, “No, nothing.”
He couldn’t afford to upset his already frail boss.
He quickly said, “President Ji, I’ll go buy you sothing to eat.”
Ji Muye imdiately sensed sothing was off with him, his sharp eyes narrowing. After a mont’s thought, he understood the cause of Yan Dong’s change.
He asked, “Lu Xining is next door?”
Yan Dong: “…”
Silence was indeed the best response at that mont.
As expected, Ji Muye’s already poor complexion grew even worse.
Yan Dong hurried out, using buying food as an excuse to leave the room.
When he ca back, he happened to see Lu Xining leaving the next door room, her expression tense and her eyes full of worry.
“Mad… Miss Lu.”
Under Lu Xining’s warning gaze, Yan Dong corrected himself in ti, signaling with his eyes to her that Ji Muye was actually right next door.
“Since you’re already here, Miss Lu, why not co over for a visit?”
Noticing the high-end food container he was holding, she understood his intentions, deliberately avoiding Yan Dong’s pleading eyes, shook her head, and turned to leave.
“Miss Lu.”
Lu Xining stopped in her tracks, “Is there sothing else?”
“The first love you’ve visited, might as well check on your ex-husband too. Since you’ve co, seeing one is seeing, seeing two is seeing… isn’t it?”
Yan Dong lowered his gaze and said, “President Ji’s condition is very bad…”
Lu Xining’s heart clenched tightly at his words, wavering for a mont, but then she rembered last night’s phone call with Liu Xixi.
And her teasing and suggestive livestream…
She hardened her heart and refused, “Yan Dong, you’re looking to the wrong person.”
Lu Xining t his gaze, her eyes ice cold.
“If he’s not well, you should call Liu Xixi over to take care of him, not , his ex-wife who’s long been divorced.”
As Ji Muye’s hand touched the doorknob, he heard Lu Xining’s voice devoid of emotional fluctuations, and his heart abruptly constricted.
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