Chapter 51 I Will Be Your Husband
As daylight fades and dusk deepens.
The number of people in the Jinghai business district center increased significantly in the evening.
Lu Tinglan wore a light brown shirt with the cuffs rolled up to reveal his strong, muscular forearms, veins prominent, and pale skin.
The man wore a black and gold Richard Mille on his wrist, exuding an air of nobility.
The tenderness in Lu Tinglan's eyes almost blended into the twilight on the horizon.
He waited patiently for Cong Chun's reply.
In the past, Cong Chun would probably have agreed.
When he went to school in town before, some kind people saw that he walked slowly and offered to give him a ride.
Cong Chun sat on the old-fashioned motorcycle, his bottom bouncing up and down on the rugged mountain road.
But he had just finished picking up trash and inevitably had a bit of a smell on him, so Cong Chun was embarrassed to cause trouble for others.
However, Lu Tinglan was very patient, seemingly understanding the reason for Cong Chun's worries.
The man's long, slender fingers took the trash bag from Cong Chun's hand and put it into the trunk without saying a word.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Tinglan opened the car door, took out some wet wipes from inside the car, and handed them to Cong Chun.
The deep voice entered Cong Chun's ears.
I asked you out for dinner, but you declined.
"I declined the art exhibition tickets."
"This is the third time, please don't refuse."
Cong Chun took the wet wipe and wiped her hands. The slightly cool touch from her palms and the faint scent of daisies emanated from the wipe.
"Thank you, then... could you please take me home?"
Cong Chun got into the car.
A moment later, the boy seemed to see something.
Cong Chun hesitated for a moment, but still decided to speak.
"Young Master Lu, may I have the empty water bottle in your car?"
As soon as Lu Tinglan fastened her seatbelt, the man's expression stiffened for a moment.
He never expected that Cong Chun would say such a thing.
In recent years, Lu Tinglan has met countless people abroad.
This is the first time I've encountered someone like Cong Chun.
In fact, as long as the boy in front of her asks her for money, Lu Tinglan will spend all of the tens of thousands of yuan without batting an eye.
But the other party only wanted an empty water bottle.
If we don't take his money, then things will get a bit complicated.
As the only son of the Lu family, Lu Tinglan has more money than he can ever spend.
Cong Chun sat in the passenger seat. He and Duan Mingxiao had previously gone out together, and they always sat in the back seat together.
Cong Chun carefully fastened his seatbelt, and the vehicle began to move.
I caught a faint scent of licorice, with a slightly cool and bitter taste, coming from beside me.
Lu Tinglan had a faint smell of Chinese medicine on her, which ordinary people might not be able to detect.
However, Cong Chun had a very sensitive nose, and he smelled it.
This is normal. Lu Tinglan has been prone to illness since childhood, especially in the summer when there is a lot of rain and the air is stuffy.
Lu Tinglan had a fever the night before last, and the man's face was still somewhat pale.
Gradually, the streetlights and scenery outside the car window kept receding into the distance.
After thinking for a moment, Cong Chun decided to take the initiative to speak up, believing that one should be grateful to good people.
Do you like persimmon cakes?
A strange feeling flashed through Lu Tinglan's mind. He placed his slender hands on the steering wheel, the dark steering wheel making his skin appear even whiter.
A perfectly timed smile played on his lips, and his voice was deep.
"Acceptable."
Cong Chun felt a little happy, thinking that if they had the chance to meet again, she would make persimmon cakes for Grandma Lu Tinglan.
"By the way, is your allergy feeling better now?"
"I have some commonly used allergy ointments here."
"If you don't mind, you can take it and use it."
Lu Tinglan drove, occasionally observing Cong Chun's reaction.
Chun touched her neck; white ointment had been applied there that morning, and the red spots had faded.
He already had the ointment, even though it was given to him by the young master.
To Cong Chun's surprise, after chatting with Lu Tinglan, he discovered that when he fainted due to an allergic reaction, it was Lu Tinglan who caught him first.
Moreover, the tickets to the art exhibition were given to him by Lu Tinglan.
However, Cong Chun could only tell him that the young master had taken the tickets.
Cong Chun smiled awkwardly; he had lost something given to him by someone else.
However, I guess the young master wants to go to the art exhibition, so I suggest that the young master and Lu Tinglan go together.
Fortunately, the two of them have each other's company, so they are not lonely.
The man driving the car looked at Cong Chun with a strange expression after hearing her words, but he just smiled and said nothing.
A moment later, Lu Tinglan said something indifferently.
"I still prefer to go to exhibitions with people who have good taste."
"That's how you have a better experience."
After all, it's unlikely that young master Duan would be able to eat fine food if he went to an art exhibition.
Cong Chun nodded in agreement upon hearing Lu Tinglan's words.
If you want to appreciate art with style, then you should also have style when picking up trash.
Cong Chun calls himself the King of Bargains. He can always find the most valuable scraps in a pile of garbage, which saves him a lot of effort.
A soft serenade was playing inside the car.
We were halfway there.
Cong Chun felt dizzy and his eyelids grew heavier.
I closed my eyes and accidentally fell asleep for a while.
Cong Chun had a brief dream.
In my dream, I saw a man whose face I couldn't make out, and who carried a faint scent of medicine.
"Honey, will you be my husband?"
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