Chapter 57 Not Even a Second Choice

"You?" Wen Lu said angrily, "Just marry that kid from the Zhou family!"

Zhu Wendong slowly wiped his hands with paper and asked, "What benefits did the Zhou family give you that made you so anxious to sell me out?"

"What benefits do you want from getting married? Do you think I'll harm you?" Wen Lu pointed at herself, then at the man beside her. "Do you think your Uncle Zhu will harm you?"

Zhu Wendong glanced at the latter, his almond-shaped eyes cold and tough, and said with an ambiguous meaning: "Then who can say for sure?"

They are obviously blood relatives, but they are as hostile to each other as enemies.

Wen Lu felt a chill in her heart, and suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She endured it, and cold sweat continued to pour out of her back. She remained calm and said, "You don't have to marry the Zhou family, but you have to go to the dinner the day after tomorrow."

Then, she put pressure on me, "I'll give you one month. After one month, I don't care if you were pulled from the street or picked up from a trash can, you have to marry me."

"I want to see how capable you are. You want to leave the Zhou family alone and make the decision on your own."

Zhu Wendong never expected that Wen Lu would actually give in.

Her mother always had her way and never gave in. She was a typical strong woman, and her control over her when she was young was almost crazy.

As for her marriage, it was just Wen Lu's way of maintaining her mother's dignity.

As for Wen Lu's request that she come back to get married within a month, Zhu Wendong remained silent, neither agreeing nor refuting.

Wen Lu could hardly suppress the pain in her abdomen, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She gritted her teeth and maintained a normal voice, "If you understand, then leave quickly and stop getting in my way."

Zhu Wendong didn't notice her unusual expression and remained motionless, saying to himself, "I'll stay here with you tonight, don't worry about me."

He is as stubborn as a donkey.

Wen Lu's hands, hidden under the white medical blanket, couldn't help but tremble, but her face remained stern as she said, "I don't need you here. I didn't need you five years ago, and I don't need you now."

Zhu Shouwen was closer to Wen Lu and noticed something was wrong with her. He turned around and said to Zhu Wendong in a calm manner, "You go back first. I'll stay with you today."

They were firm in their attitude, so Zhu Wendong didn't say anything else. He picked up his bag and left the ward.

As soon as Zhu Wendong left, Wen Lu collapsed in pain and curled up in Zhu Shouwen's arms.

His lips were unusually white, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. When he wiped it off, a new layer appeared, one after another.

Zhu Shouwen's voice trembled uncontrollably: "I'll go call a doctor! I'll go call a doctor now!"

Wen Lu weakly grasped the hem of his clothes, forced a smile, and whispered, "It's no use calling a doctor, just bear with it for a while and it will pass."

Zhu Shouwen moved her body from him to the bed and said in a tone that did not allow for refusal: "The doctor will give you painkillers, you don't have to endure it."

Wen Lu held his hand on her shoulder and said, "I think this time it should be quick and not difficult."

He knew that she was not talking about the pain, but the uncontrollable and torturous illness.

Wen Lu continued, "Since Chuchu doesn't want to get married, we don't have to force her. Let her do what she wants. We made the decision on our own initiative, and we did something wrong."

"When we have dinner with the Zhou family the day after tomorrow, we will explain everything clearly so that we can give them an explanation."

As she spoke, the pain gradually subsided and Wen Lu felt better. However, she was too tired to speak anymore and fell asleep again.

Zhu Shouwen quietly walked out of the ward and stood at the end of the corridor, frowning in thought.

If the marriage between the Zhu and Zhou families fails, the group will also suffer losses in the profits it could have obtained.

So should we continue?

-

When Zhu Wendong returned to Biesong, he remembered that there were two people at home whom he had forgotten.

Zhu Wendong had just changed his shoes and walked in when Qiao Shizhu and Zhu Jianyi surrounded him, one in front and one behind, like two walls.

Speak at the same time.

Qiao Shizhu: "Where have you been?"

Zhu Jianyi: "What did you do?"

Zhu Wendong walked around the two of them, went to the dining table, poured himself a glass of water, took two sips, and said calmly, "I went to the hospital."

"Why are you going to the hospital? Are you sick?" Qiao Shizhu pretended to look her up and down.

Zhu Wendong explained slowly: "It's not me, it's my mother."

"What happened to Aunt Wen?"

"The stomach cancer from five years ago has now spread."

Next, Zhu Wendong took some time to explain the whole story to them.

One mouth is like two mouths, and it feels like all the words in this life have been said at this moment.

Zhu Jianyi said thoughtfully, "Why is Aunt Wen so obsessed with getting you married that she'd even be happy to let you pick one up from the trash can."

Zhu Wendong wasn't sure what his mother was thinking, so he guessed, "Maybe her marriage wasn't going well, and she doesn't want me to follow her path."

Zhu Jianyi was a little confused: "If I ask you to pick one up from the trash can and take it home, your marriage will be smooth?"

Qiao Shizhu also didn't understand: "If I ask you to pick someone off the street, your marriage will be smooth?"

Zhu Wendong lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding the complex emotions in his eyes, and remained silent.

Perhaps Wen Lu’s words did not mean what they seemed to mean, but rather another layer of unspoken secret.

Zhu Jianyi thought for a moment and said meaningfully, "Actually, you don't have to pick it up from the trash can. Isn't there a ready-made one next door?"

It was rare for Qiao Shizhu to hear a kind word from her, so she agreed, "It's rare to hear a humane word from you. I support you!"

Zhu Wendong paused for a microsecond, but ultimately said nothing.

Qiao Shizhu and Zhu Jianyi noticed that something was wrong with her and quickly changed the subject to cover it up.

-

Royal Capital high-end entertainment club.

The place was elegant, comfortable and created a relaxing atmosphere, but at this moment the atmosphere was eerie and terrifying.

The dim golden light fell on Qi Yanxue's cold and three-dimensional facial features. She sat in the middle of the sofa with her long legs crossed, her expression distracted yet somewhat gloomy.

Lu Guanqi noticed that his expression was not right and said to ease the atmosphere: "Haha, actually what Zhou Jinxiu said may not be accurate. Ah Yan, calm down and think about it carefully."

Qi Yanxue said calmly, "What are you thinking about? Their engagement scene?"

Lu Guanqi choked and was speechless, and frantically made dark gestures at Zhou Jinxiu next to him.

Speak up. You were talking too much just now, so why are you silent now?

Zhou Jinxiu glanced at him nonchalantly and said, "Bullshit, I've said everything I needed to say. What else is there to say?"

Under Lu Guanqi's constant urging, Zhou Jinxiu had no choice but to speak again: "Actually, it's not an engagement party. It's just a meal for the two families to have together, that's all."

Zhou Jinxiu was prepared to be scolded, but Qi Yanxue didn't say a word, leaned back on the sofa, and faced the glaring light above her head.

His temples were throbbing non-stop, and he rubbed them distractedly, his whole body exuding fatigue.

It turns out that he is not even a spare tire, not even a second choice.

What is he to her?