Chapter 87 Because I Love You
People from the Civil Affairs Bureau and the Public Security Bureau came to Qingshan Manor this morning.
As per Shen Jingsi's request, first change Lu Zhenyu's name back to "Lu Zhenyu" on her ID card, obtain a marriage certificate, and then transfer the two of them separately to the new household registration book.
From this point on, the Lu family's orphan girl was no longer Shen Beizhen, the adopted daughter of the Shen family.
She was on the same household registration as him, Shen Jingsi's wife.
However, it was Lu Zhenyu.
Shen Jingsi personally escorted them to the front door, saying, "Director Zhang, Director Song, thank you for your hard work."
"Mr. Shen, you are too kind. It is my honor to serve you and your wife personally."
"I heard that Mr. Shen has successfully joined Broadway. Congratulations! If you need anything from the Bureau in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."
The document processing is so simple that any junior staff member could handle it, or even a section chief would suffice. Why would a bureau chief have to come in person?
Anyone with discerning eyes could see clearly that the two bureau chiefs who came were not being wasted on their talents, but rather were making a solemn and unspoken surrender.
After seeing the person off, Shen Jingsi returned.
Looking into the glass room, a girl sitting in front of a sapling, clutching two ID cards, occasionally looked down and whispered something to her stomach.
Shen Jingsi laughed.
Walk in and hug the person from behind.
Looking down at the hand gently resting on her lower abdomen, Lu Zhenyu covered it with her palm.
"The person has been sent away?"
A soft "Mmm" came from the crook of my neck.
"Didn't you say you were going to the US on a business trip this afternoon? Aren't you leaving yet?"
Shen Jingsi sighed, reluctant to leave the girl's sweet, fragrant shoulder, and rested his chin on her collarbone.
"I'm about to leave. Will you be upset if I can't personally take you to the airport tomorrow morning?"
Lu Zhenyu shook her head, turned around, and cupped her increasingly thin and sharp cheeks.
"Take good care of yourself while you're away on business. You still need to send me a message every day to let me know. I mean in person. No slacking off."
Shen Jingsi smiled, placed his palm against the back of the person's waist, and pulled him tightly into his arms.
Silently feeling the curve pressing against his abdomen, his eyes reddened.
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?"
Lu Zhenyu pressed her face against his chest, feeling his slightly rapid heartbeat. "It doesn't matter who says it is, husband, I will miss you."
She called him "husband" more formally than ever before.
It was as if it was the last time it was called.
Shen Jingsi closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. "Have fun abroad. When your husband isn't so busy, I'll come and visit you."
"good."
"You are not allowed to follow Shi Yiqiao's example and secretly find male models outside."
I'll try my best.
"And you're not allowed to kiss that crazy girl Feng Manman. I'm going to check when we get back."
"You might have to talk to her about this."
"You won't secretly run away behind my back, will you?"
"Who can say for sure?"
"Then I'll turn the earth upside down and expose you."
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This business trip to the United States took ten days.
There's a reason why he's afraid he won't be able to part with his wife and might change his mind and not let her go when it's time to say goodbye.
Well, actually, that's the only reason.
Perhaps due to the change in environment or overwork, this newly rich political figure in Beijing fell ill just three days after arriving in the capital.
High fever, gastroenteritis, and eventually pneumonia.
At its worst, the person remained stiff, then slumped onto the table in a daze and fell into a deep sleep, nearly resulting in a shock from the fever.
After that, Wang Kai took care of the person without leaving his side for a moment. "Boss, if it really doesn't work out, let's take a few days off. I can go and inspect Wall Street for you."
Shen Jingsi, who was propping his head up with his hand and looking at documents on the table, simply shook his head.
Ever since he came to America, he has become less talkative.
As his trusted confidant who had followed him for so many years, Wang Kai naturally knew why.
"So, Assistant Wang, what exactly is wrong with our CEO?"
The door to the presidential suite was closed, and Secretary Lin leaned close to her boss and asked in a low voice.
Wang Kai sighed, "As subordinates, we shouldn't pry into our superiors' private affairs. These days, the boss isn't feeling well, so we need to be extra vigilant and focus on our work."
Secretary Lin nodded honestly.
She stopped asking, but Wang Kai knew perfectly well that his boss was troubled by this.
His wife, carrying their child, is only focused on escaping, while he is now caught in a political vortex.
According to news just coming back from China, in the few days since Shen Jingsi left, the big shots in the capital have started causing trouble.
They didn't mind if Shen Jingsi joined the Broadway, but if it were the thirty-year-old Shen Jingsi, the old guys who were practically buried in the ground wouldn't stand for it, and the roof of the meeting room was almost blown off by the noise.
No matter how much those people tried to cause trouble, Shen Jingsi, who had Zheng Lao's personal recommendation letter and the protection of the entire army under the command of Fengjiang Zuo, remained firmly in his high position.
But it's also true that if you're not careful, you might die without even knowing how.
He reluctantly sent his wife away, but his heart was burdened with too many difficulties, so he could only numb himself with intensive work.
For five years, Wang Kai had never seen his boss look so haggard, or even a little pitiful.
It was two weeks later when Shen Jingsi returned to China.
I suppose the girl who said she was going to the Maldives for vacation has probably ended up in some other country by now.
Shen Jingsi dared not listen to these things, and only told his subordinates who were secretly responsible for Lu Zhenyu's safety, "If a person is safe and sound, there is no need to report to me about everything."
It was late at night when I got back to Qingshan Manor from the airport.
The garden, hidden in the darkness, was quiet.
After handing his dusty coat to a servant, Shen Jingsi dragged his weary body upstairs.
"Sir, won't you eat something before going upstairs to rest?"
As Shen Jingsi, who was supporting himself on the handrail and walking upwards, simply waved his hand.
The servant added, "It was specially saved for you by the madam. She said she would heat it up for you when you returned."
The little ingrate, at least he knew to leave him something to remember him by before he left.
A slight smile tugged at the corner of Shen Jingsi's tired lips. "Put it away, I'll eat it tomorrow."
The servant wanted to say something, but the back of her as she turned and entered the guest room gave her no chance.
He sighed and muttered to himself as he went into the kitchen.
"How can this soup be preserved? It will spoil overnight."
Looking again at the pot full of precious medicinal herbs, he clicked his tongue and said, "Alas, what a pity. Madam has been simmering it for three days, and now there's only this little bit of essence left in the whole pot."
The guest room was locked, the lights weren't on, and Shen Jingsi, who hadn't even taken a shower, was slumped on the sofa, wearing the clothes he'd brought back from outside, motionless.
He dared not open his eyes, even though he knew this was a guest room, he dared not look at the empty bed behind him.
Because he knew his wife was gone.
But I didn't want to be constantly reminded,
A reminder: "My wife doesn't want me anymore."
Even with her eyes closed, tears still streamed down the corners of her eyes.
In the quiet, dark bedroom, the occasional sob could be heard as someone swallowed their throat.
"Da, da, da."
After a few soft footsteps, the guest bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.
As the warm light from the corridor crept in, Shen Jingsi turned his face away and pinched away the tears from the corners of his eyes with two fingers.
"Didn't I already say I didn't want to drink tonight? Why did you all come up here?"
The person who had just stepped inside the door stopped in their tracks.
The next second, his brow furrowed.
"Don't you want to eat the soup I made?"
In the dim light, the man's back twitched as he rushed toward the door.
"Are you pretending to be mute?" The man pushed the door open and walked in. "Then I'd like to ask you, Mr. Shen, what did this Chinese ginseng soup do to offend you during your trip to America?"
After a few seconds of silence, Shen Jingsi sat up straight and looked towards the door.
The person was stunned...
Even the darkness of night couldn't hide Lu Zhenyu's recklessly stinky face.
I said I'd be on a business trip for a week, but it turned into fifteen days.
He never sends a message, and when he does come back, he acts like a big shot, sleeping in the guest room and refusing to drink soup.
What, does getting into the Broadway make you this arrogant?
It just so happens that Lu Zhenyu's temper was also unpredictable during this period.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Wearing slippers, she walked straight over, one hand supporting her obviously pregnant belly under her fitted nightgown, the other hand on her hip.
"Tell me, Mr. Shen, has eating salads and pasta for half a month given you an American stomach, or have foreign beauties become your darlings, making you unable to drink our Chinese ginseng soup?"
However, Shen Jingsi thought he was so lovesick that he was even hallucinating.
The person sat stiffly on the sofa, tilting their head back and staring intently at the newcomer.
As she approached, Lu Zhenyu's criticism, which was on the tip of her tongue, was immediately stopped by those red, wet eyes.
His anger dissipated in the blink of an eye.
The man's pitiful appearance, however, made her heart tighten for no reason.
She stepped forward, squatted down, cupped his bewildered face in her hands, and wiped away the cold tear stains on his cheeks with her thumbs.
The man stared at her with wide, bewildered eyes, even sniffing. For some reason, it felt like an old wolfhound had suddenly turned into a little puppy.
Lu Zhenyu couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry." She turned her face away, pursed her lips, and went through all the sad things that had happened over the past five years.
Yeah, I don't want to laugh at all.
She turned her face back, tilted her head to look at the person seriously, and softened her tone, "This is your precious little darling who can't bear to leave overseas. You've only been separated for a dozen hours, and you couldn't bear missing her so much that you cried?"
Shen Jingsi blinked his teary, red eyes.
It wasn't a dream, his wife... didn't leave.
Following the man's arm that wrapped around her waist, Lu Zhenyu stood up and held his head in her arms.
At that height, Shen Jingsi's profile and ear were just touching her lower abdomen.
Through the thin nightgown, he could feel even more clearly the tiny life hidden beneath his wife's skin.
How amazing! He could almost hear her snoring inside.
Shen Jingsi's heart was melting, and his hand unconsciously reached out to touch it, but he suddenly snapped back to reality and stopped in mid-air.
The next second, her wrist was grabbed by a small hand, which reached over her skirt and pressed against her pregnant belly.
The warmth of her skin burned her palm. Five months had passed, and this was the first time Shen Jingsi had been so close to her child.
As he looked at her with surprise, Lu Zhenyu, whose eyes were gentle, lowered her gaze and said, "During the few days you were away on your business trip, she kept kicking me in the middle of the night. When I asked her if she missed her father, she kicked me again."
Pregnancy is a really strange thing. She is still herself, but many times, she seems to be someone else.
Become gentle, great, strong, and inclusive.
Shen Jingsi's eyes burned with anger. "Why didn't you leave?"
Why?
During this period, Lu Zhenyu often asked herself these questions.
Only now, after the man had just wept alone in the dark, did she find the answer in her heart.
"because I love you."
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