Chapter 168 The baby is still alive, right?
Lu Zhenyu stood there, staring at the person for a long time.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the brown coat draped over my shoulders, and a distant image suddenly flashed through my mind.
A glint of light flashed in Lu Zhenyu's surprised eyes as she looked up.
"You...you're from the Icelandic Tomato Restaurant, the one who found my wallet?"
Having been guessed, Shen Jingsi nodded somewhat guiltily, "It was me."
Lu Zhenyu gasped, "You've been secretly following me all these years?"
It wasn't always like that, but whenever she went to a new city, Shen Jingsi would take the time to go and spend a few days with her.
To manage a group with hundreds of thousands of employees worldwide, he also needs to be present at Broadway, including with Little Pearl. No matter how busy or tired he is, even if he is injured, he must spend time with his daughter every Saturday and Sunday without fail.
These four years were neither a long nor a short time for Shen Jingsi.
With each flick of his wrist, his endless longing for Lu Zhenyu was palpable.
“I don’t know when you’ll regain your memory, and I don’t want to miss another five years with you, so…”
This is the only way I can make sure I don't miss any stage of my wife's life.
Holding the girl's soft hand, Shen Jingsi lowered his head in remorse. "I'm sorry, Zhenzhen. I was a bit cowardly back then, and I thought that giving you the freedom you wanted was the best way to make amends."
Lu Zhenyu couldn't describe her feelings.
She was indeed very free and often happy during those three years.
Everything was going too smoothly. No one bothered her, and there were no obstacles. It was as if a giant hand was clearing away all the difficulties and troubles for her as she was about to reach each city.
My heart is a little confused.
Amidst the chaos, a touch of warmth emerged.
Faced with the dampness before her, Lu Zhenyu didn't know what to say, so she could only step forward and hug the person.
"Thank you, Jing Si, thank you so much."
Smelling the soft, milky scent of his wife's neck, Shen Jingsi's heart began to flutter with desire again.
The person who was feeling guilty just a moment ago suddenly curled their lips into a wicked smile, "Just a verbal thank you?"
"..."
Having guessed he would do this, Lu Zhenyu chuckled and stepped out of his arms.
When faced with the girl's unusually serious face, Shen Jingsi, who usually had a frivolous smile, softened his tone a bit.
"Actually... simply expressing gratitude wouldn't be a bad idea..."
The rest of his words were cut off by a sudden, soft kiss.
A little slow on the uptake, he was taken advantage of by Lu Zhenyu, who kissed him passionately and indulgently.
The darker the eyes, the more intoxicated and mesmerized they became.
As he was breathing, Lu Zhenyu whispered in his ear, "We can give you the green light tonight."
The night is deep, but it is not quiet.
Verona truly lives up to its reputation as the city of love; the hotel's ambiance was absolutely perfect, visually stimulating someone to the point of frantic craving.
Lu Zhenyu felt a little regretful. She shouldn't have been so soft-hearted; in the end, she couldn't even remember how she fell asleep.
But she woke up early, jolted awake by a barrage of WeChat messages.
Pearl Baby: "Good morning, Mommy."
Pearl Baby: "Mommy, look at the pineapple buns Shinichi made! They're super, super delicious. When you come back from your trip, I'll have him make them for you!"
A soft, sweet voice came through the receiver, sweeping away Lu Zhenyu's fatigue from a long night of tossing and turning.
Take the phone away from your ear and open the photo.
Hmm, both the appearance and the color seem better than hers.
The more I watched Lu Zhenyu's muddled mind, the clearer it became. When I scrolled to the last video of the little one wearing an apron and standing in front of the table, earnestly kneading dough and making a cake, my sleepy mind was suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration.
She turned to look at Shen Jingsi, who was sleeping soundly with his long arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly from behind.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye at the coat that had been tossed onto the chair.
She gently got up, lifted the covers and got out of bed, walked barefoot over, and as if possessed, reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her wallet.
Unable to explain why she suddenly felt nervous, Lu Zhenyu held her breath and forcefully opened the discounted wallet.
The gaze that fell on the middle photo suddenly focused.
Shen Jingsi had a dream in which a girl in a wedding dress sat with him under the sunset, leaning on his shoulder.
"Jing Si, I have a few questions for you."
"Go ahead and ask."
Can you bake a cake?
Yes, I will.
Can you hum a lullaby?
"Some, too."
"Would you... perform surgery on your daughter's injured doll?"
"..."
Seeing the half-asleep man freeze in shock, Lu Zhenyu, who was propped up on the man's head, felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her. She lowered her voice and said, "Chen Jingsi, answer me."
Seeing that he still didn't speak, she stood up and straddled his waist.
The sudden movement completely woke Shen Jingsi from his dream.
He opened his eyes blankly, looking at the girl straddling him, her face gloomy, staring intently at him.
His voice was still a little dazed and hoarse, "Wife, what's wrong?"
Lu Zhenyu's face at this moment could not be described as gloomy; it was ashen. She was gritting her teeth, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she wanted to kill her husband.
To Shen Jingsi's astonishment, Lu Zhenyu held up her open wallet in front of him.
My gaze fell directly on the photo sandwiched in the middle.
Night, aurora borealis, a Mercedes-Benz G-Class, a girl unintentionally turns around and points her smiling face at the camera, amidst the aurora-filled sky.
"Shen Jingsi, I'm giving you one last chance to explain."
Shen Jingsi thought she was questioning him about stealing the photos, and was about to speak when Lu Zhenyu pointed at him and said, "Think it over before you speak!"
His tone was quite aggressive, with a hint of threat.
He swallowed hard, suddenly remembering the questions from his "dream".
His sharp eyes narrowed suddenly, "Are you...?"
"Have you been hiding this from me all along?" Lu Zhenyu interrupted him, the words of Little Pearl echoing in her ears: "No need for the aurora, I've already seen it in Dad's wallet."
She stared intently at the person beneath her, her eyes gradually reddening. Her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, absorbing the surging emotions within her and growing heavier and heavier.
She swallowed it with great effort, but her voice choked with emotion, "Our baby is still alive, isn't he?"
Looking at Shen Jingsi's frozen face and his surprised eyes, Lu Zhenyu's mind was filled with the memory of her first encounter with the little Barbie in the glass capsule in New Zealand, when she stared at her with wide, unblinking eyes.
"My name is Lu Xinsen."
Can we be friends?
Can I come over to hang out when I'm bored?
“I know where you live, I know you.”
She said that when she wasn't home, she looked at her house many times.
She said she wanted to eat her mother's cooking, but she couldn't.
She carried her out of the cabin, and the girl secretly cried on her shoulder.
I asked her if I could come see her again in the future, and whether she would find me annoying.
He said his mother was incredibly great and amazing, that he loved her terribly, and even asked her if she would be willing to be his father's wife.
She thought the little one was just trying to make her happy.
Lu Zhenyu was already in tears, her lips trembling as she looked at Shen Jingsi, who was hurriedly sitting up.
"So, she knew all along that I was her mother, but she had been cooperating with me, accommodating me, and playing along with my act, right?"
The moment has finally arrived; it's the day Shen Jingsi both fears and eagerly anticipates the most.
But when he saw his wife's tears, his heart ached terribly.
His eyes welled up with tears, and he reached out to pull the person into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Zhenzhen, it's all my fault. It's not your fault, it's my problem." His voice trembled as he spoke. "But don't blame yourself, I'm the bad guy, blame me."
Lu Zhenyu was crying so hard her breathing was erratic. "If I hadn't found out, how long were you planning to keep it from me?"
Shen Jingsi shook his head. "No, it will be soon."
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