Lu Qingzhou felt a warmth in his heart. Since he had already confessed to Qingyao, he decided to confess to his beautiful wife as well, otherwise his heart would never be at peace: "I made a mistake after drinking tonight. I offended Leng Yue and touched her..."
Every second of waiting for a reply felt like being stretched by a bandage, causing excruciating pain in my heart.
When the message popped up saying, "Is that all? It's no big deal, she didn't hit you, did she?" Lu Qingzhou almost burst out laughing.
Then, somewhat bewildered, she thought, 'Isn't this serious enough?'
Lu Qingzhou: "No, I apologized to her, and then she said some 'strange' things to me. She seemed very upset."
He stared at the text that had been sent, as if he could see Leng Yue biting her lip until it bled.
Mu Shaohua: "Let me guess, actually, Leng Yue likes you, right?"
Lu Qingzhou stared at his phone screen, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.
My immediate reply was, "How did you know?"
The moment he sent it, he wanted to slap himself.
Meanwhile, Mu Shaohua was also stunned. She hadn't expected her guess to come true. This was really going to be interesting!
at the same time,
In Leng Yue's room, she was still curled up in the darkness of the corner.
She stared at the swaying moonlight on the ceiling.
Her pajamas were soaked with tears, and she looked completely dazed.
Lu Qingzhou's words, "I thought you were Qingyao," were still echoing in her mind.
What was said unintentionally was taken to heart by the listener. These words were like a rusty saw, cutting into the softest corner of the heart again and again.
She had secretly loved Lu Qingzhou for a long time, thinking she would have a chance, but now it seemed that it was all just wishful thinking on her part. All the tenderness was nothing more than a footnote in a substitute novel.
After an unknown amount of time, Leng Yue slowly stood up.
Gently open the bedroom door and walk to the wine cabinet in the living room.
The moment the wine cabinet's sensor light came on, Leng Yue mechanically grabbed a bottle of baijiu.
He turned around and dragged his heavy steps back to the bedroom.
Leaning against the headboard, I opened the bottle and downed a large gulp.
The spicy liquor burned down her throat, and a drop slid down her collarbone and into her collar, but she was completely unaware.
Leaning against the headboard and staring at the empty ceiling, she suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with broken sobs.
Su Qingyao tossed and turned in bed, staring at the ceiling above her, which gleamed with a cold, white light.
The lights cast soft, yet slightly hollow halos of light on it.
My thoughts were in turmoil, tangled with the events of the night, and the worries that had been on my mind were now surging back.
'No, I can't shoulder this burden myself alone. I can't let all the "bad guy" labels fall on my head. I have to let that vixen Mu Shaohua experience it too.'
She slowly sat up, reached for her phone on the bedside table, hesitated for a moment on the screen, and finally quickly typed: "There's something I want to talk to you about."
Shortly after the message was sent, the phone screen lit up.
Mu Shaohua's reply made her sit up abruptly:
Mu Shaohua: "I probably already know what you want to say. Open the door for me right now, I'm at your doorstep."
Su Qingyao's eyes widened, completely bewildered.
He quickly typed a message on his phone screen: "No, are you serious or just kidding? What are you doing at my house?"
However,
This time, without waiting for Mu Shaohua's further response, the doorbell suddenly rang urgently in the living room.
"Ding-dong...ding-dong..."
The sound seemed particularly abrupt and loud in the quiet night.
Su Qingyao was skeptical, biting her lip and muttering softly, "Could this vixen really be here?"
She threw back the soft blanket, slipped her feet into fluffy slippers, and moved somewhat slowly, as if still wondering.
at the same time,
There was also noise coming from Lu Qingzhou and Leng Yue's room.
The door was gently pushed open, and the two walked out at the same time.
In the dimly lit living room, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Su Qingyao's master bedroom was closest to the living room light switch. The moment she reached out and pressed the switch, the bright light suddenly turned on, and the three of them subconsciously squinted.
Two pairs of eyes turned to Su Qingyao simultaneously, their gazes filled with a hint of panic and evasion.
Su Qingyao glanced at Lu Qingzhou and Leng Yue, a hint of surprise on her face: "Huh, you're not asleep yet?"
Leng Yue glanced at Lu Qingzhou, wondering why he had come out of the second bedroom.
She lowered her head slightly, looked away, and said softly but with a hint of nervousness, "I...I was woken up by the doorbell. Who would come to our house so late at night?"
Lu Qingzhou smiled awkwardly, his eyes flickering: "I guess it's Sister Shaohua who's coming."
He recalled his conversation with Mu Shaohua. When Mu Shaohua heard that he was sleeping in the second bedroom that night, she replied that she would come over right away, and unexpectedly, she actually came.
'I love her so much, I have to cherish this wife.'
Su Qingyao glanced at the two of them, said nothing, and walked towards the door.
With a "creak",
The door slowly opened, and Mu Shaohua's dissatisfied complaints immediately came from outside.
Her voice was filled with obvious fatigue and anxiety: "Open the door, stop dawdling. Where is your bedroom? Hurry up and help me carry Momo to bed."
Qingyao looked at the sleeping little figure in her arms, her eyes full of doubt: "Why did you take the child with you?"
Mu Shaohua glanced at her, a hint of reproach in her eyes: "My housekeeper isn't staying here tonight. If I don't bring her along, can she stay home alone?"
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