"Well, that might be a bit difficult, Li Weonian doesn’t work there anymore." A trace of disdain flashed through Ning Qian’s eyes when the na was ntioned.
What a useless fat pig. She only got with him initially to use his editor-in-chief status for more headlines. But not only did she never make it to the headlines, she was actually replaced by soone else.
Whenever Ning Qian thought of this, she would feel a tightness in her heart.
"Then let it be. By the way, you know what to do about today’s visit to the hospital, right?"
"Sister Yang, rest assured, I won’t reveal a single word."
Seeing Ning Qian assure her once more, her expression softened a lot.
However, in her heart, Zhuang Shuqing had beco a thorn she couldn’t wait to remove to feel at ease.
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Inside the luxurious carriage
Zhuang Shuqing handed him a card, "This is to repay the dical expenses you advanced for Xiao Xuan. Dean Hua said his parents didn’t want it, so..."
Lu Jinyang didn’t even look at the card in her hand, "Keep it."
"No, this money is rightfully yours. The orphanage doesn’t lack funds either."
After the last fundraising for Xiao Xuan, since his parents had taken him back, she asked Dean Hua to refund the donations to the kind sponsors. Unexpectedly, not a single one of them was willing to take the money back, instead, they asked for it to be left for the orphans.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Shuqing’s eyes beca slightly moist. In this world, apart from parents who abandon their children and those who have designs on children, there are still many more kind-hearted people.
"Mrs. Lu!"
She suddenly looked up and t a pair of bottomless dark eyes.
"Do I need to remind you of your identity every ti?"
"..." She isn’t really Mrs. Lu, so it’s normal for her not to have the consciousness of being Mrs. Lu - she didn’t understand why this man was getting angry.
She pouted and didn’t engage.
There was a brief silence in the carriage, but after a while, Lu Jinyang spoke again.
"I don’t need this small amount of money."
He didn’t want the money, not even if the child’s father had offered a hundred tis more. What he wanted was the interpersonal favor.
"Alright then, I’ll hold onto it for you," she took the card back and looked at him again, "Thank you for today."
She was just following her habit of calling the last dialed number, as it wouldn’t waste ti on unfamiliar contacts.
But she didn’t expect the last person she had called was Lu Jinyang.
Hearing her, he responded with a faint acknowledgnt and said nothing more.
...
The place Lu Jinyang chose for dining was a high-end restaurant.
After glancing at the nu, Zhuang Shuqing felt extrely grateful; they had both Chinese and Western cuisine. Initially, she thought they would be having Western food, which she, with her injury, would definitely struggle to eat with one hand.
"Young Master Lu..."
"Zhuang Shuqing." Before she could finish her words, Lu Jinyang interrupted her, "Do you realize how unpleasant it is to hear those two words from you?"
She was at a loss, isn’t that what everyone calls him?
It seed as though he knew what she was thinking. Resigned, Lu Jinyang opened his mouth, "I am your husband, are you sure you want to call like others do?"
"What else?"
She tilted her head to look at him, "Or maybe I’ll just call you Lu Jinyang."
After she said that, she regretted it imdiately because the man was glaring at her with a look that could kill, making her close her mouth lacking backbone.
After a while, she heard his crisp voice, "Either call by a single character, or call ’husband’."
"You’re not joking, are you?" She couldn’t believe what he was saying.
"Do you think I am joking?"
In the private room, the man lounged lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, exuding an air of wealth and charm.
At that mont, he was serious yet teasing her, which paradoxically added a roguish charm.
Zhuang Shuqing smacked her lips, "I really think you’re joking."
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