Chapter 46 [46]
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The rain was still pouring down outside.
The rain kept pattering against the windowsill, making a rapid and clear sound.
Inside the room, the rising temperature from the air conditioning made every inch of air feel restless.
Under the warm white light, Luo Qingyue gently licked Lu Mingxiao's neck, each touch stirring up a storm in Lu Mingxiao's thoughts.
While he was still conscious, his phone rang.
Lu Mingxiao picked up his phone from the bedside table; it was Cheng Wang calling.
While he was on the phone, Luo Qingyue continued to explore the inside of his clothes.
Lu Mingxiao held his phone in his right hand and wrapped his left arm around Luo Qingyue, pulling her close.
Luo Qingyue's fingertips first glided over his pectoral muscles, then his abdominal muscles and V-line.
With his back taut, Lu Mingxiao spoke to Cheng Wang in a calm and unhurried tone.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. As Luo Qingyue continued to probe downwards, he hung up the phone, turned off the light in the second bedroom, and, without a word, passionately and without hesitation, lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.
Luo Qingyue closed her eyes and involuntarily wrapped her arms around Lu Mingxiao's neck.
Suddenly, Lu Mingxiao changed his sitting position, leaning against the wall, supporting her, and tilting her head to rest between his legs.
Their lips met, and a large hand covered the hem of the nightgown.
It was a very comfortable feeling, and Luo Qingyue quickly felt lightheaded, her breathing even becoming rapid.
But soon, she felt unwell again.
If she were a cake with two purplish-red cherries on top.
Lu Mingxiao bit the cherry clean and wiped away all the cream on the outside. He separated the two cake layers and gently explored them.
The air was damp and salty, and Luo Qingyue closed her eyes, completely losing the strength to think.
She let Lu Mingxiao lead her, following the rhythm of the coastal waves, continuously crashing against the reefs, until she let out a soft moan...
Lu Mingxiao went to take a shower.
Luo Qingyue stared at the dark ceiling, let out a long sigh, and felt extremely annoyed that she hadn't prepared a small umbrella.
Luo Qingyue struggled to sit up in bed. It was a little cold when she got out of bed, so she put on her nightgown.
She thought about helping Lu Mingxiao, but she was too weak and her back ached, so she lay back down on the bed.
In the darkness, the sound of a doorknob turning could be heard, followed by footsteps growing closer.
Lu Mingxiao threw back the covers and lay down next to Luo Qingyue. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Luo Qingyue turned to her side, slipped her hand under his waist, and kissed his collarbone.
"Actually, my hands are quite dexterous."
Luo Qingyue closed her eyes and said softly, "Although I may be a little worse than you, it's not a big problem to meet basic needs."
Understanding Luo Qingyue's unspoken message, Lu Mingxiao chuckled and stroked her hair.
"Tonight is just an appetizer. You'll have more opportunities to develop me gradually when we get back, so don't feel bad about it. There's plenty of time."
Luo Qingyue buried her head in his chest: "I've prepared a drawer full of small umbrellas for you, so don't let me off so easily next time."
Are you thinking of me, or are you looking out for your own benefit?
Lu Mingxiao joked, "However, it can be seen from the side that Xiaoyue'er was very satisfied with my performance just now."
"Your uncle said that since you've studied piano, your nimble fingers are undeniable."
Luo Qingyue fell into deep thought, "Those lips... is it because I scold people too much?"
"What kind of twisted logic is that?"
Lu Mingxiao retorted, "It can only be said that outstanding social elites like us are more exceptional in terms of intelligence, emotional intelligence, and physical fitness."
Luo Qingyue punched his chest: "You're getting more and more shameless."
Lu Mingxiao whispered in her ear, "You need to train hard when you get back, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it if we go all out."
"Don't underestimate me."
Luo Qingyue scoffed, "I become stronger when I face a strong opponent; who knows who will be the one who can't handle me in the end."
Lu Mingxiao gave a meaningful "Oh": "I'll wait and see."
He paused, then continued, "But it's already very late, let's go to sleep, okay?"
Luo Qingyue: "I don't think I'm very sleepy."
It's likely that the excitation level of the cerebral cortex hasn't decreased yet.
Lu Mingxiao wasn't sleepy either. He put his arm around Luo Qingyue and let her rest her head on his arm.
"Let me tell you about my mom. I've never really talked to her properly before."
Luo Qingyue knew about Lu Mingxiao's mother's death a long time ago, having heard Lu Mingxiao mention it once.
She felt the topic was too heavy and was afraid that Lu Mingxiao would lose his composure if he brought it up, so she didn't press him for details.
However, at the dinner table today, Lu Mingxiao and Lao Lu did not keep quiet about their mothers and wives, so it seems that this is not a taboo subject.
Many years have passed, and the emotions from before should have faded by now. Luo Qingyue said, "Go ahead and tell me. I will listen very carefully."
Lu Mingxiao's deep voice rang in my ears.
He recounted his mother's story in a gentle, detailed manner, like watching an old movie.
"There are three things that impressed me most about my mother. First, she has a cheerful and easy-going personality. No matter how big the problem is, it is not a big deal in her eyes. Second, she loves beauty and often wears very beautiful dresses. If she can't find one she likes in the store, she will buy some fabric and make it herself with a sewing machine."
Luo Qingyue exclaimed "Wow!" and praised, "Auntie makes hairpins, so her craftsmanship must be excellent. What about the last thing?"
Lu Mingxiao said with a smile: "She's not a good cook, and my dad doesn't let her learn. He spoils her a lot. If I'm hungry, my dad will let me cook for myself or buy something outside."
Luo Qingyue asked curiously, "Did you develop your cooking skills because of this?"
"Back then, it wasn't like that; it was limited to things like cooking a bowl of noodles or frying an egg into fried rice."
Lu Mingxiao replied, "I truly mastered the craft after my mother fell ill."
Luo Qingyue: "What illness does Auntie have?"
"Cancer, pancreatic cancer."
Lu Mingxiao said, "It was diagnosed when I was a sophomore in college. It was already in the middle stage. My dad and I were very puzzled. She was not competitive with others and would not let bad emotions trap her. How could she get such a disease? But many things cannot be explained by common sense. Since it has been discovered, the most important task is to actively treat it."
"Cancer can never escape chemotherapy."
Luo Qingyue sighed softly, "But chemotherapy has many side effects. It can cause hair loss, pain, and extreme weight loss. Auntie loves beauty so much, so it's really cruel to her, isn't it?"
Lu Mingxiao hummed in agreement: "Even during chemotherapy, my mom remained optimistic. The ward was filled with her laughter. My dad wasn't in good health at the time, but he would stay with my mom in the ward every day, sleeping on the chair next to her. He bought her a lot of wigs to wear in rotation. I spent my days going back and forth between the school and the hospital, taking care of both of them."
Luo Qingyue could fully imagine how hard Lu Mingxiao had to juggle his studies and taking care of his parents.
Physically, you also have to endure tremendous psychological pressure: "And then, you cook for them every day?"
"The food in the hospital cafeteria is terrible, and my mom can only eat a limited amount of food."
Lu Mingxiao recalled, "There was a couple nearby who set up a charity kitchen, which is still in operation. It has been reported by the media. You can rent a stove for a very small amount of money and cook for sick family members, so that they can feel the warmth of home."
“I’ve seen it.”
Luo Qingyue suddenly remembered, "It seems to be one yuan. The price hasn't increased over the years. It's a particularly great act of kindness."
Lu Mingxiao: "After I founded Mingyue, I anonymously donated some money. I went to take a look recently, and the environment is indeed much better than before."
Luo Qingyue praised, "When it comes to doing good deeds, our CEO Lu is truly a leader who deserves the title."
Lu Mingxiao returned to the previous topic: "My mother's illness progressed very rapidly. Even chemotherapy was ineffective, and her body became weaker and weaker. In the end, we couldn't save her. The only fortunate thing is that in her final moments, the people she loved were by her side, not only my father and me, but also her best friend. She said she had no regrets in her life and left with a smile in the end."
Luo Qingyue: "But, she became your regret, didn't she?"
Lu Mingxiao rested his chin on Luo Qingyue's head: "Actually, it was alright. Back then, there were no hospice wards. The later the treatment went, the more painful it became, and the more suffering people endured. It took me a long time to get over it. Now that I think about it carefully, leaving is also a kind of relief."
Luo Qingyue's eyes were slightly red as she raised her hand to stroke Lu Mingxiao's face.
"If only I had been there with you back then."
Lu Mingxiao smiled and ruffled her hair to ease the tension: "Back then, you were only in junior high school and weren't an adult yet."
Luo Qingyue accepted reality and said "Oh": "Our Xiao is so outstanding now, Auntie will definitely be proud of you."
"There's another secret I need to tell you in detail."
Lu Mingxiao was being deliberately mysterious, and Luo Qingyue immediately perked up her ears.
"The hospital is 10 kilometers away from University A. Back then, there was no subway, and it took almost an hour to get there by bus."
“Your brother knows my situation. Every day after class, he drives me there and picks me up in the evening. I offered to pay for his gas, but he has never accepted it.”
Luo Qingyue suddenly realized: "No wonder you said my brother is very sincere to his friends, so that's why."
Not only that, Lu Mingxiao continued, "He also helped me find internationally renowned experts to come to Dongchuan to develop a treatment plan for my mother. Fearing that my mother might not be comfortable, he asked the hospital leaders to arrange a private room for her. He paid for it out of his own pocket, and I only found out after my mother passed away."
Luo Qingyue greatly appreciated her brother's behavior: "That's good, that's good. It can be considered that our Luo family has done something to help you."
Lu Mingxiao: "Your brother is righteous, but he never asks for anything in return. I owe him a huge favor because of this, while your brother lacks nothing. So many years have passed, and I have never known how to repay him until he came to me and asked you to come to Mingyue."
"Oh, so that's why."
Luo Qingyue suddenly understood and smiled brightly, "My brother has become your matchmaker again. This favor you're doing is like a high-interest loan, it keeps snowballing and you'll never be able to pay it off in this lifetime."
Lu Mingxiao kissed her forehead, his gentle words flowing into Luo Qingyue's ear: "So, I will do everything I can to be very, very good to his sister."
The pillow he had placed earlier was still under his waist.
Luo Qingyue savored the exquisite and wonderful feeling, and whispered in his ear, "I can already feel it."
"Are you still wanting more?"
Lu Mingxiao immediately covered her hand with his, "It's okay, I can still—"
A moment of tingling numbness made Luo Qingyue move Lu Mingxiao's hand away and turn her back to him.
"I'm tired, I'm not talking to you anymore, goodnight!"
Lu Mingxiao stopped teasing her and helped Luo Qingyue cover herself with the blanket she had kicked off.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled gently, "Goodnight, little moon."
[Author's Note]
Luo Hanzhou: Who wants to be a matchmaker?! Your good days are over! [Angry][Angry][Angry]
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