Chapter 63 [63]
Cocktail party
In the dead of night, the funeral home was cold and eerie.
The cries echoed in the air, sometimes near, sometimes far, heart-wrenching and piercingly painful.
A cold wind blew by, whistling through the gaps in the tree branches, startling the flock of birds that were perched there. They flapped their wings, making people shiver in fright.
On the dimly lit road, beams of light shone from afar.
As the engine roared closer, the body transport vehicle slowly pulled up in front of the cold storage.
This place is in a remote location, situated in the northwest corner of the entire funeral home.
Nestled against a barren mountain, yet freshly painted, it is a standalone, single-story building specifically used for storing remains.
Two delivery workers got off the vehicle, one tall and one short.
They planned to move the newly arrived body into the warehouse and wait for the family to come and claim it during the day.
Not far away, in front of the wall separating the park from the barren mountain, there is a tent under a withered tree, with a faint kerosene lamp shining inside.
Huang Yang's parents lived in the tent. The two transport workers glanced at them habitually, then opened the trunk door.
The stretcher was set up, and the taller one said, "That guy named Huang Yang, today is his seventh day after his death, right?"
The body was placed in a body bag, which the shorter man carried out, giving an affirmative answer.
"Have you seen the news online? Huang Yang did all sorts of bad things in his life, and even on his deathbed, he still went to his former employer's territory to cause trouble."
“His parents refused to have an autopsy performed or cremate him, and were only thinking about extorting money. It’s truly tragic that Mingyue got tainted by these lumps of dog shit.”
As they carried the stretcher toward the cold storage, the tall man glanced at the tent with disdain and disgust.
"These two old guys are planning to stay here forever, right?"
"Xiao Pang said that they went to someone else's mourning hall last night to steal offerings, but he found out and kicked them out."
"There's always a reason why someone is pitiful. Why don't we tell the curator tomorrow and have them kicked out?"
...
After Huang Yang's accident, his body was kept in a cold storage, while his parents stayed outside the cold storage to accompany him throughout the process.
After experiencing the pain of losing a child, a parent outliving their child, and seeing their story reported online, many people came to help them.
At first, the elderly couple slept in cardboard boxes they had found, enduring wind and rain. Their tent was also a gift from someone else, used to shelter them from the elements.
However, public opinion reversed.
No one brought them food or relief funds anymore, and the lawyer who said he would help them seek compensation never showed up again.
Huang Yang's parents felt as if they had been thrown into an ice cellar. Whenever they stepped out of the tent, they were subjected to scorn and criticism, a stark contrast to their previous treatment.
The tent was made of thin fabric, with no blanket underneath.
Having not eaten all day, they were starving. Huang Yang's mother rubbed her aching back, took out a cold vegetable bun from a dusty handkerchief, and handed half of it to Huang Yang's father.
She swiped the steamed buns from the funeral home's canteen.
I took a bite, and it was hard and bland; it was extremely unpalatable.
But what could she do if she didn't eat? She would be hungry, so she had no choice but to grit her teeth and swallow it down.
Huang Yang's mother began to reminisce about the luxurious life she had in the sanatorium, patting Huang Yang's father's arm.
“Send a message to Xiao Wan and ask him to send us some food, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, abalone and bird’s nest are both fine.”
Xiao Wan is Wan Yu, Shen Hao's assistant, who is in charge of liaising with Huang Yang's parents on his behalf.
Huang Yang's father took out an old button cell phone from his tattered cloth bag and sent the message as Huang Yang's mother had requested.
Huang Yang's mother pulled out a handful of expired sunflower seeds from her down jacket pocket and couldn't help but complain in her hometown dialect.
“That little beast was unfilial while he was alive, and now we have to clean up his mess even after he’s dead. We can’t eat or sleep properly. I can’t live like this for another day.”
Huang Yang's father poured white liquor into the glass, which he had scavenged from the nearby cemetery.
"I told you back then to let him freeze to death outside, but you didn't listen. Now you regret it, but what good is it?"
Huang Yang was the adopted son of the two elders. They found him on a blizzardy winter night.
“At the time, I was pregnant with Huang Lin. I was thinking of doing good deeds and accumulating merit so that I could have a free labor force in the future and put all of Huang Lin’s food, clothing and other expenses on his shoulders.” Huang Yang’s mother recalled, “Who knew that this little beast would trick us into going to work and secretly sneak off to school.”
A schoolteacher from a nearby town came to the mountains to collect medicinal herbs and happened to meet Huang Yang.
He said Huang Yang was very smart and had the potential to learn, so he introduced him to a school in town.
That's how I set my goal: to study hard and leave the mountains.
Huang Yang never complains about walking four hours each way through the mountains every day.
When he went to high school and lived on campus, he received tuition and accommodation fee reductions due to his excellent grades, and was admitted to a good university.
After starting work, Huang Yang would send money to her parents every month, but the two elders didn't use the money and left it all to their biological daughter, Huang Lin.
Huang Lin was spoiled by her parents since childhood, which led to her domineering personality. Last year, she was just 18 years old when she sped and hit someone. The road surveillance captured the scene. She even spat on the victim.
The two elders demanded that Huang Yang raise enough money to obtain a letter of understanding from the families of the car accident victims.
Huang Yang not only failed to get the money, but also lost his job. They called him a useless piece of trash and attributed all the reasons for Huang Lin's arrest to him.
"I cry every day, I'm going to go blind from crying."
Huang Yang's mother took Huang Yang's father's phone and said, "If it weren't for Huang Lin, I wouldn't have shed a single tear for this little beast."
Huang Yang's father also glanced at his phone screen; there were no new messages from Xiao Wan.
His thoughts for his daughter suddenly flooded his mind: "I don't know how Huang Lin is doing now. I hope she is doing well and not being bullied in there."
Huang Yang's mother: "President Shen promised us that as long as we put on this show well, he would get Huang Lin out. He shouldn't go back on his word, right?"
Outside the tent, the sound of a car engine could be heard again.
The headlights came on, and the body transport vehicle drove away until it disappeared into the darkness, and all was quiet.
"It's getting late, let's go to sleep first. I'll call Xiao Wan again during the day to ask."
Tired and hungry, Huang Yang's father blew out the oil lamp and lay down, as did Huang Yang's mother.
The two old men were just beginning to feel sleepy when suddenly the tent began to shake violently.
Thinking it was an earthquake, they hurriedly opened their eyes, and soon the force from outside caused them to roll around inside the tent.
The tent was lifted by four strong men, who pulled it along by its four legs and moved it forward quickly.
Huang Yang's father suffered a splitting headache from the shaking, while Huang Yang's mother was terrified and tried to unzip the tent, but both sides seemed to be sealed shut and she couldn't open it no matter what she did.
She screamed frantically for help, but no one answered.
The tent first went up a gentle slope, then down to the riverbank covered with gravel.
This is the desolate mountain behind the funeral home, untouched by human presence for a long time.
On the other side of the riverbank, behind the withered reeds, stood Shen Hao and his assistant Wan Yu.
Shen Hao sat on a folding chair, putting on a facial mask, quietly watching everything on the other side of the river.
This was originally his time for beauty sleep, but he wanted to see the trouble resolved with his own eyes.
Wan Yu stood behind Shen Hao, massaging his shoulders through his white bathrobe.
His boss's attire really didn't match the current atmosphere, but Wan Yu couldn't say anything. He remained expressionless and silent, continuing to do what he was supposed to do.
Shen Hao closed his eyes, his face full of comfort and enjoyment.
Once the face mask was completely dry, Wan Yu helped him remove it, and Shen Hao looked across the river.
The strong man tore open the tent and sealed Huang Yang's parents' mouths with tape.
Then they blindfolded them with strips of cloth and tied their hands and feet together with hemp rope.
“I made sure they were well-fed and cared for in the sanatorium, so that not even a person could be killed by me, and they still had the nerve to negotiate with me.”
Shen Hao couldn't help but let out a soft sneer, "I hate useless people the most. Let them replace Lu Mingxiao to vent my anger."
——
Today is the day Lu Mingxiao is discharged from the hospital.
Ten days have passed since he moved in on the third day of the Lunar New Year.
Lu Mingxiao felt he was recovering well, so Yin Xingwei arranged for him to undergo a series of detailed full-body examinations.
They then brought in a team of senior experts to evaluate the results and repeatedly confirmed that there were no problems before releasing the application.
Luo Qingyue started decorating the Starlight Pavilion a day in advance.
After picking him up in the morning, Luo Qingyue invited Lu Mingxiao to step over the basin first while standing at the door.
“The brazier is unsafe, so I looked it up and decided to use a water basin instead.”
"I put some plant leaves, which are traditionally used to ward off evil spirits, into the water, such as pomelo leaves, mugwort leaves, and cypress leaves, for good luck. I hope the plague will be driven away and protect my Ah Xiao and keep him safe and sound!"
Lu Mingxiao held Luo Qingyue's hand, his smile bright: "Let's both be safe and sound, and cross this threshold together."
Lu Mingxiao stepped over the basin first, followed closely by Luo Qingyue.
There is a display board with the words "Welcome Home" next to the gate, decorated with a few flowers and balloons.
Lu Mingxiao opened the door with his fingerprint, and with a loud "bang," a celebratory cannon boomed.
Cheng Wang and Yin Xingwei stood at the entrance, colorful ribbons fluttering in the air, falling onto Lu Mingxiao's hair. Luo Qingyue tiptoed to wipe them away for him.
Accompanied by his lover and friends, Lu Mingxiao felt a surge of sweetness and contentment, marveling at his own good fortune, as Luo Qingyue pulled him further inside.
The living room is also decorated with flowers and balloons, but in greater quantities and with richer colors.
At the top of the glass window is a custom banner with a fresh and simple painting style. The text reads: Welcome back to Mingyue Warrior, my beloved A Xiao!
Lu Mingxiao and Luo Qingyue embraced each other affectionately.
They waited until Cheng Wang and Yin Xingwei turned their backs on him before they kissed him.
Lu Mingxiao's first lunch after being discharged from the hospital was with Yin Xingwei and Cheng Wang again.
Luo Qingyue specially invited two Chinese chefs. After the dishes were served, she signed the bill and paid, and they left first.
At the square table, Luo Qingyue and Lu Mingxiao sat on one side, while Cheng Wang and Yin Xingwei sat on the other side.
Since none of them wanted to drink alcohol, Luo Qingyue poured freshly squeezed orange juice into their glasses and raised her glass to the two people opposite her.
"Thank you, President Cheng, for taking on a lot of work for A-Xiao and stabilizing the morale of Mingyue."
"Thank you, Mr. Yin, for taking care of everything for Xiao during his hospitalization, which enabled him to recover so well and quickly."
Lu Mingxiao agreed, raising his wine glass as well: "Xiaoyue is right, thank you both."
The four of them clinked glasses and finished their strawberry juice.
Seeing that Lu Mingxiao did not move, Cheng Wang looked at him and said, "The boss's wife has put in money and effort, and she even goes to your ward every day to keep you company. Shouldn't you thank her too?"
Before the person involved could say anything, Yin Xingwei threw out two words: "Nosy."
Cheng Wang looked puzzled as he listened to him continue, "Young couples have so many ways to express their gratitude, why would they do it in front of us? That's why I say you're a single dog. I'll introduce you to a few girls tomorrow so you can brush up on your skills."
Cheng Wang was desperately trying to get married during the Lunar New Year holiday. Finally, his parents came home and he finally had a few days to relax. Then, Yin Xingwei showed up again. He covered his ears to show his refusal.
"Our CEO Cheng is so outstanding, why would he need you to introduce him?"
Luo Qingyue chimed in, looking at Cheng Wang, "Your tennis hall is about to open. There are quite a few girls playing tennis now. Find the right opportunity, and if you meet someone you like, go for it. If you don't, just let nature take its course. You can't force it."
Cheng Wang hummed, and squinted at Yin Xingwei: "The boss lady's words are more pleasant to listen to."
Luo Qingyue raised her glass again to Cheng Wang: "Our Xiao has been working from home these past few days, so we'll have to trouble President Cheng with Mingyue's affairs."
Cheng Wang pressed down Luo Qingyue's cup: "Mingxiao and I have been friends for so many years, it would be too formal for you to be so polite."
Lu Mingxiao served Luo Qingyue some food: "I've fed him Nuomi several times already, but I've never seen him pay me a salary."
Luo Qingyue chuckled: "Alright, then I'll ask President Yin if he's made an appointment with Jin Hui."
Speaking of this, Yin Xingwei had to speak his mind.
"This woman is frighteningly cautious."
"To discuss cooperation with her, we not only need to provide the turnover data of all the companies under her name for the past three years, but also proof of her personal assets."
"This shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?" Luo Qingyue said confidently.
Yin Xingwei slammed the wine glass down on the table: "I was just venting, thinking I'm some kind of queen mother."
The extent of his wealth was a mystery to Lu Mingxiao, and Jin Hui could not possibly know for sure.
Yin Xingwei changed the subject: "I arranged to meet Jin Hui next Sunday. I've already found the guy; he's a handsome young man of Italian, French, and Swiss descent."
There's still a whole week left. Cheng Wang said, "The most crucial issue now is how to let Shen Hao know."
Luo Qingyue: "And it has to be very timely, so that he can witness it firsthand, the kind where faith collapses."
Jin Hui is cautious, as is Shen Hao. They can only get close to people they trust.
A figure flashed through Lu Mingxiao's mind: "Don't worry about that, I have a way."
——
Yin Xingwei set a time for his meeting with Jin Hui, and Luo Qingyue wished she could travel back to that day and wait for good news.
However, she did not expect to run into Jin Hui and Shen Hao beforehand, on Saturday night, while accompanying Lu Mingxiao to a cocktail party.
Although Lu Mingxiao works from home, Luo Qingyue does not allow him to work too hard, so he turns down many travel plans.
However, there is one thing that cannot be postponed under any circumstances: the annual automotive industry summit, which happens to be held in Dongchuan this year.
The summit's invitees are leaders of major automakers and top suppliers.
The program discusses a range of industry topics and analyzes future development trends, with each step known for its rigor.
The cocktail party is an extension of the summit, a large-scale evening party that families can attend, and the atmosphere is relatively relaxed and enjoyable.
This was the first time Luo Qingyue had accompanied Lu Mingxiao to a large-scale public event.
I chose a champagne-colored sequined maxi dress from M&D, featuring a high slit at the leg.
She also invited familiar makeup artists and stylists to her home for makeup and styling.
At 5 p.m., Lu Mingxiao came to Guanjiangyue to pick her up.
Luo Qingyue stood in front of the full-length mirror, her hair neatly styled up, revealing her fair back.
She was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off her.
Lu Mingxiao wrapped his arms around Luo Qingyue from behind and coaxed her gently, "Whose princess is this—"
He paused, then answered his own question: "Oh, mine."
Before even putting on the necklace, Luo Qingyue handed the task over to Lu Mingxiao.
Lu Mingxiao's fingers traced her collarbone, bringing a tingling sensation.
The dress had a deep V-neck design in the front, and he playfully slid the necklace inwards.
Without a word, Luo Qingyue grabbed his hand and moved it away, saying irritably, "Mr. Lu, if you keep this up, we'll be late."
Lu Mingxiao stopped, putting on the necklace as he spoke, "It's been a century since I last slept with Xiaoyue'er."
He was playing the victim, and Luo Qingyue could tell.
That was last year, the night before she went to Dubai.
Sleeping together is too exhausting; given Lu Mingxiao's habits, it would take three or four hours to stop.
His body was still recovering, and his working hours were strictly limited. Luo Qingyue hadn't let him touch her at all in that area.
Thinking about it carefully, it's actually quite cruel.
Luo Qingyue held up one finger: "I'll only give you one hour since you came back from the party, no more."
After putting on the necklace, Lu Mingxiao pulled Luo Qingyue into his arms, whispering in her ear, "I'm fine, but I'm afraid you can't. An hour is only enough for an appetizer. If I arouse you but don't take responsibility for you, can you handle it?"
Their reflections were shown in the mirror.
Luo Qingyue didn't think anything of it at first, but his words made it both alluring and seductive.
But soon, she realized that Lu Mingxiao wanted to put her in a difficult position.
Do you think I would waver?
Luo Qingyue smiled slightly, "I can't stand it, I have toys."
She turned around and wrapped her arms around Lu Mingxiao's neck: "That was a gift from you, Mr. Lu."
"..."
Lu Mingxiao left the house with resentment.
Xiao Xie was driving in front, and Luo Qingyue and he were sitting in the back seat.
Lu Mingxiao looked out the car window, his right hand resting between the two seats.
Luo Qingyue casually placed her left hand on top of his, turned her head to look at him, and tried to soothe him.
Lu Mingxiao didn't look over, but instead reached out and covered Luo Qingyue's hand.
Luo Qingyue withdrew her hand again, and Lu Mingxiao covered it again... The two of them fought like this for ten rounds, until finally, Luo Qingyue used her right hand as well, pressing down on Lu Mingxiao's hand to prevent him from pulling away.
Lu Mingxiao turned to look at her: "That's a foul."
Luo Qingyue hugged Lu Mingxiao's arm and pressed her cheek against his black suit.
"I'm a princess, I'm the boss. What are you going to do about it?"
"Incompetent."
Lu Mingxiao lowered his head and kissed Luo Qingyue's cheek, smiling gently, "I only know how to kiss."
The Caxia Ballroom was the venue for this reception.
Luo Qingyue walked in arm in arm with Lu Mingxiao. The handsome man and beautiful woman looked like a loving couple, immediately attracting the attention of everyone.
Because the Luo family owns so many mines, they place particular emphasis on protecting their privacy.
Luo Qingyue's name has never been recorded in major search engines since she was a child.
Therefore, apart from close friends and childhood friends whose families were also quite wealthy, no one knew her identity.
Beautiful and unfamiliar. This was everyone's first impression of Luo Qingyue at the party.
Lu Mingxiao was extremely well-known, and people came to greet him in droves.
Luo Qingyue had sharp eyes and could see through the gaps in the crowd.
At a glance, I spotted Jin Hui, who was also surrounded, and Shen Hao standing next to her.
Jin Hui looks younger in person than in photos, and it's no secret that she has invested in Longhua and become its largest shareholder.
As for Shen Hao, he is very handsome, but given his age, Luo Qingyue can still tell at a glance that he has undergone cosmetic surgery. As the current president of Longhua, it is only natural for him to accompany Jin Hui, which cannot arouse any wild thoughts in others.
As Luo Qingyue thought this, her thoughts quickly returned to normal.
She accompanied Lu Mingxiao, chatting openly with the friends she had just met.
Without warning, Jin Hui, accompanied by Shen Hao, left the crowd and walked towards them.
The new model launched by Longhua after the Lunar New Year has generated a positive market response, showing signs of a revival.
On the surface, the Huang Yang incident has nothing to do with these two people. Even if they know the clues point to them, they still have to put on a good show.
Lu Mingxiao called out "President Jin" and "President Shen," and Luo Qingyue joined him in calling out as well.
Jin Hui addressed Lu Mingxiao in the same way, then looked at Luo Qingyue with loving eyes: "How should I address this young lady?"
"You can just call me Xiaoyue."
Jin Hui responded, and Luo Qingyue looked her up and down before speaking again, "I've long heard that President Jin is young and beautiful. You're definitely not thirty... You just turned eighteen after the New Year. Am I right?"
Jin Hui is 52 years old and never minds talking about her age.
She firmly believes that women have different blooming periods at each stage of life and should not be bound or defined by age.
Even so, she was overjoyed to receive praise from the young girl.
"Mr. Lu, where did you find such a treasure?"
After telling Lu Mingxiao her age, Jin Hui held Luo Qingyue's hand and said, "According to seniority, you should call me auntie."
Luo Qingyue shook her head, her voice light and cheerful: "No, I want to call you sister, the beautiful and successful Sister Jin."
When everyone's attention was focused on Luo Qingyue and Jin Hui, Lu Mingxiao looked at Shen Hao.
When you care about someone, you can't hide it in your eyes. Shen Hao's eyes never left Jin Hui.
Having experienced emotions, Lu Mingxiao could see the love hidden in Shen Hao's eyes.
As if sensing his gaze, Shen Hao turned his head and his eyes met Lu Mingxiao's in mid-air.
A silent stare, and the tension silently spread through the air.
Shen Hao whispered something in Jin Hui's ear, glanced at Lu Mingxiao, and left first.
Lu Mingxiao patted Luo Qingyue's arm immediately afterward. Luo Qingyue understood instantly and gave him a look to remind him to be careful.
Outside the banquet hall, there is a rooftop garden.
Shen Hao stood by the glass railing, overlooking the night view of Dongchuan.
Lu Mingxiao stepped onto the wooden floor, making a creaking sound, and stopped by the tree pit two meters away from Shen Hao.
Shen Hao didn't turn around; his voice drifted from ahead.
“Lately, I keep thinking back to the scene when we first met in Longhua.”
"At that time, I naively thought that we would become friends and become the closest working partners in the future."
A warm breeze blew by, and Lu Mingxiao's phone lit up; Luo Qingyue had sent him a message.
After giving his location and letting Shen Hao know he was safe, Lu Mingxiao replied, "I'm so glad I never thought that way before."
Now that the conflict is out in the open, there's no need for small talk or veiled discussions.
After confirming that it was just the two of them, Shen Hao turned around, sat down on the sofa next to him, and crossed his legs.
"President Lu walks with great speed and has a good sense of direction. It seems that his nerve consciousness has recovered well. Congratulations!"
There was no point in saying more. Lu Mingxiao kept a straight face and didn't respond: "I came to see you out of curiosity about how President Shen persuaded Huang Yang to be willing to give his life for you."
Shen Hao took out the powder box from his trouser pocket, opened it in the light of the garden, and admired his flawless face in the small round mirror.
“After you drove Huang Yang out of Mingyue, he developed severe depression and was constantly contemplating suicide.”
"However, he is a very filial son and can't bear to leave his parents, so he hasn't taken any action yet, but I promised to take care of his parents in their old age and see them off when they die."
The score was exactly as Cheng Wang had predicted.
Lu Mingxiao then asked, "What about Huang Yang's parents?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Qingyue pushed open the glass door.
Because she was worried about Lu Mingxiao, she came to find him and happened to see Shen Hao touching up his makeup with powder.
Glancing at Luo Qingyue from the corner of his eye, Shen Hao didn't answer Lu Mingxiao's question: "It's already this late. Instead of worrying about others, Mr. Lu should pay more attention to Mingyue and this little girl. Maybe one day, they will be in the same state as you, with no trace of their existence."
Luo Qingyue held Lu Mingxiao's arm, looking resolute and confident.
"Don't worry, Mr. Shen. Even if you fall, Mingyue will never fall, and Xiao and I will grow old together."
Shen Hao truly cares about his physical appearance.
The technique of using pressed powder was quite skillful and professional.
Shen Hao said she was "talking nonsense, absurd and laughable," Luo Qingyue scoffed and patted Lu Mingxiao's arm.
"Ah Xiao, look quickly, why are there crow's feet at the corners of President Shen's eyes and forehead wrinkles?"
"If he doesn't get rid of it soon, next time we meet, I'll have to call him 'Uncle' instead of 'Sister Jin'."
Shen Hao felt a slight choking sensation and stopped what he was doing.
He opened the other side of the powder box and saw a double-magnification mirror. He heard Lu Mingxiao say again, "I don't know much about medical aesthetics, but it seems to me that Mr. Shen's nose is a little crooked. Is it because it's too dark, or is my eyesight getting worse and my eyes are blurry?"
"Is it just a crooked nose?"
Luo Qingyue countered, "Your eyes, mouth, and jaw also clearly have problems."
She feigned sympathy: "Which three-no workshop did Mr. Shen go to? He spent money but couldn't get anything done. It's too much."
Shen Hao re-examined his face.
I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it does look a bit strange.
Just as Luo Qingyue was about to strike at Shen Hao's vital point, the glass door was suddenly opened again.
The person who arrived was Wan Yu, Shen Hao's assistant.
He whispered something in Shen Hao's ear, and Shen Hao's expression suddenly turned serious, and he left without hesitation.
Shen Hao left first, followed by Wan Yu.
He stopped as he passed Lu Mingxiao and reported in a low voice, "President Qi of Liguang has invited Jin Hui to dance."
At the cocktail party, Lu Mingxiao introduced President Qi to Luo Qingyue.
The man who works on smart chips is tall and thin, and has a very witty way of speaking.
Lu Mingxiao nodded, and Wan Yu then disappeared from their sight.
Luo Qingyue suddenly realized something and looked at Lu Mingxiao with some surprise: "Shen Hao is so nervous because he's jealous."
Lu Mingxiao chuckled: "I thought you'd be curious why Shen Hao's assistant would tell us this information."
Luo Qingyue tiptoed and wrapped her arms around Lu Mingxiao's neck, their noses touching: "He's yours."
Lu Mingxiao did not deny it, and placed his hand on Luo Qingyue's waist, kissing her lips.
"Tomorrow we'll stay home and not go anywhere. From the living room to the study, and from the bathroom to the master bedroom, we'll open all the little umbrellas and wait for the show to begin."
[Author's Note]
Moon: To attack an enemy, you must attack their weak points. [Evil grin][Evil grin][Evil grin]
Xiao: Little Yue'er is so amazing, I love her so much! [laughing][laughing][laughing]
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