Chapter 55



Chapter 55

The pen that Lu Yuetang carries with him wherever he goes

"Nothing. I think I should leave. There's only half a month left before school starts. I won't bother you anymore." Hu Ouhua turned around and was about to leave.

"Fubai, send her back."

"No."

Hu Ouhua consciously refused and quickly left his office.

She went downstairs and walked towards the door.

What came to my mind was the conversation between Lu Yuetang and Yang Jiaojiao, and I felt very heavy.

She decided not to tell Lu Yuetang about her pregnancy and to raise the child alone. Although she would suffer a lot and endure endless rumors, she was mentally prepared.

But when the child grows up, he will always ask who his father is.

How should she answer this question then?

Slurp.

The jeep stopped beside her, and the driver was Lu Yuetang. He had a cigarette between his fingertips, and a deep sadness was evident between his brows.

"Get in." He opened the passenger door.

Now, she couldn't even say no, so she got into the car and fastened her seat belt.

"Are you worried about something?" he suddenly asked.

The lotus flowers shook their heads.

She is in a state of confusion and doesn't know how to sort things out.

She was very hesitant about whether to tell him the truth.

Suddenly, she turned her head and saw the pen in his jacket pocket. She asked in confusion, "You seem to treasure this pen very much. You even carry it with you when you go out."

"Um."

Lu Yuetang didn't know how to describe it.

He woke up in the middle of the night and thought back to the satisfying medicinal bath he had that day, the soft touch like jade, and the "hmm" sound of the woman whispering in his ear, which always made him lose control again and again.

But for some reason, as soon as he saw Yang Jiaojiao, his body seemed to be dead.

"I'll tell you a mistake that happened to me, maybe it'll make you laugh..." Lu Yuetang drove steadily, and after Hu Ouhua got in the car, he put out his cigarette.

His voice was cold and unexciting all the way, but every word lingered in my ears for three days.

Finally, he saw that the Chang family's courtyard was in front of him, so he parked the car on the side of the road, turned his head and looked at Hu Ouhua in front of him and said, "You know, I had an illusion that the person who was with me that day was not Yang Jiaojiao, but the woman who gave you the red velvet flower..."

It feels all too familiar.

Even Hu Ouhua had that aura, except Yang Jiaojiao.

Swish.

Hulouhua's cheeks are rosy.

She said in a panic, "Well, so what? Do you still want to marry her? What if her family is poor and she is not a good match for you? Your family will not agree."

"How do you know?"

Suddenly, Lu Yuetang grabbed her wrist and forced her to look into his eyes.

Hu Ouhua's eyes were wandering and she didn't want to look at him.

She stammered, "I, I was just making up a story. Aunt Li said that the clothes she wore were very poor and were all patched."

patch.

Lu Yuetang frowned when he saw that there was a blue patch on her shirt.

"If you don't mind, could you help me ask her out for a meeting? We can get to know each other." Lu Yuetang said sincerely.

Shang Rongrong's information only includes her hometown, age and gender, and no other information.

He asked someone.

Hu Ouhua breathed rapidly and said with her neck stiff, "I, I'll ask Aunt Li."

As she spoke, she struggled to pull her hand free, pushed open the passenger door, and fled.

Lu Yuetang sniffed the sweet fragrance in the air and his body suddenly felt a little hot. Even a certain part of his body was stirring, making him unable to calm down.

He took out a cigarette and took a deep puff. The smoke entered his lungs and he felt a little relieved.

Nightfall.

After he returned to the military compound, Lu Baiting called people into the study.

"What are you going to do about this? There are too many rumors about you out there. All kinds of ridiculous gossip are circulating, and it's impossible to stop it." Lu Baiting said.

If this continues, my son will never get married.

Lu Yuetang looked indifferent: "It is better to ease than to block. The more you want everyone to let it go, the easier it will be for it to rebound. Just let everything take its course. Anyway, it has already happened. It has come to this point and cannot be changed."

To be honest, he quite enjoyed this "special" peace.

No one offered to matchmake for him anymore, there were no more messy blind dates, and no more weird people gave him weird things.

The ears are clean.

He is comfortable.

"You can't think like that. Even if you can't have children, you still have to get married and start a family. At most, you can adopt a child and start a family. This is also the organization's care for you." Lu Baiting said coldly.

If a person has a disharmonious family or is a mess outside, and damages the image of a soldier, there is no room for advancement for such a person...

No matter what, my son has to start a small family.

Seeing that his old father was still unwilling to give up, he said nonchalantly: "Then you can look for a woman who is willing to be a widow for the rest of her life."

Having said that, he stood up and left.

Lu Baiting was so angry at his indifference that he slammed the table, but it was of no avail.

This is a very realistic problem.

If a girl from a low-class family marries Lu Yuetang, she will not only not be helped, but will probably become a burden to him.

How could a girl from a good family be willing to endure such humiliation?

It gives me a headache just thinking about it.

But Gu seemed to be a stubborn person and would not give up no matter what.

Ever since Qingfen exposed her son's secret in public last time, she called the police again without saying a word and had them send Qingfen back to Ningcheng again.

As soon as Qingfen returned, Old Yang was furious and kept asking her for money. He used all kinds of threats and inducements, but failed to find his secret stash of money.

In a fit of rage, he sent Qingfen to a mental hospital...

Qingfen, who was locked up in a mental hospital, received injections all day long. She was sometimes lucid and sometimes crazy. She always kept repeating one sentence: You will regret it. Jiaojiao is still a virgin.

But no one listened seriously. They just thought she was sick, so they increased the dosage and she fell into a cycle of waking and sleeping.

Yang Jiaojiao did not leave Beijing as she said.

She agreed to Gu Wanru's request, knelt down at her feet and kowtowed, called Gu Wanru "godmother", and stayed as the goddaughter of the Lu family.

Lu Yuetang's marriage was put back on the agenda by Gu Wanru, but this time it was really difficult to discuss the marriage. Those who had previously agreed to meet her son all declined.

For a while, Gu seemed to have been rejected many times and his face became increasingly haggard.

Military Hospital Family Hospital, Changjia.

Li Suyun couldn't help laughing when she heard what Hu Ouhua said, "You said that Lu Yuetang couldn't forget you, how did you make up your mind not to be attracted to him?"

Hu Ouhua laughed.

If she was really an innocent girl of eighteen or nineteen, it would be hard for her not to be moved by such an outstanding man as Lu Yuetang, and it would be hard for her not to like him, or even fall in love with him.

Unfortunately she is not.

Having experienced all kinds of unbearable marriages and suffered so many inhuman experiences, she completely lost confidence in love.

"But, Ouhua, I still need you to do me a favor this time." Li Suyun took out a yellowed and damaged photo, in which one could vaguely see a woman wearing a red cheongsam.

It looks somewhat similar to lotus flower.

"My mother had a close friend who passed away due to illness a few years ago. This is the only photo of him left at home. The day before yesterday, we took out the photo and found that it was damaged. He then refused to eat or drink and had been on a hunger strike for several days. I want you to go to the photo studio and take an identical photo of him," she said.


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