Chapter 17 There was a loud noise, and she fell off the bed.

Lu Baichuan was shocked and did not answer immediately. He kept silent with his eyes downcast, as if thinking.

If it were before, he should have said: I don’t have any plans, but I will be responsible for her daily expenses, that’s all.

But in the past few days since he came back, he saw her weakness, grievance, sadness and helplessness, and knew that he could no longer say that he had no plans.

Seeing that his son did not speak, Lu Baichuan did not urge him, as if he was giving him time to think it over.

After a long while, Lu Jingchen slowly raised his head and looked at Lu Baichuan. He seemed to have made a decision and said seriously:

"I will try to get along well with her and respect her decision."

Lu Baichuan nodded, patted Lu Jingchen on the shoulder, and comforted his son:

"I know you feel wronged about this matter, but we are men. Since we have married, we must take responsibility."

"Well, I understand." Lu Jingchen said in a deep voice.

Lu Baichuan knew that his son had always been principled and opinionated, and that he didn't need to say many things too bluntly. He believed that he would handle things well. After a moment, he spoke again:

"Since you are back, take some time to visit Qingxiong's mother's home. When you were in the countryside, your aunt Yumei loved you a lot. Your uncle Gen is gone, and you are now considered half a son to their family. It is only right for you to go back and fulfill your filial duties."

"Well, okay." Lu was shocked and said in a deep voice. He looked at Lu Baichuan, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Dad, do you plan to remarry?"

This was the key question he wanted to talk about when he came to Lu Baichuan today. The reason why he didn't chase Wang Mingfang away immediately was because he didn't know what his father's attitude towards her was now.

Lu Baichuan was stunned for a moment, and his expression immediately became serious. He said in a very clear attitude:

"Of course not." Then he looked at Lu Jingchen and continued:

"She is your eldest brother's mother, and we are related by blood. I can't stop your eldest brother from recognizing her. This is not in line with ethics. But as for me and her, there will never be a possibility again in this lifetime."

Lu Baichuan said seriously and decisively, leaving no room for negotiation. He looked at his son and emphasized again:

"I told her these words clearly when she moved in."

After listening to his father's words, Lu Jingchen calmed down.

He hated Wang Mingfang not only because she was Lu Baichuan's ex-wife, but also because she had knelt down in front of others to force Su Hui to recognize her son. In the end, she slandered and defamed Su Hui when she was sick, making her die uneasy.

He could not forget these, nor could he forgive them, and it was impossible for him to become a family with her.

After coming out of his father's room, Lu Jingzhen felt much better. When he returned to the room after washing up, Xia Qingxiang had already spread the quilt. The two of them had one quilt each, and they did not touch or disturb each other.

Lu Jingchen looked at the quilt on the bed, thinking. He knew that he had married her and had responsibilities for her, but he had not yet accepted her from the bottom of his heart, so naturally he could not fulfill his husband and wife obligations with her. Fortunately, she was reasonable and did not make any excessive demands except letting him stay here to sleep.

Lu Jingchen sat on the bed and saw the enamel cup filled with water on the table. He asked:

"Did you pour it?"

"Well, you can drink it when you are thirsty at night." Xia Qingqing said.

When she poured the water just now, she also poured a cup for him.

Someone made the bed and poured hot water for Lu Jingchen, who had always lived alone in the army and taken care of himself, was a little uncomfortable. He hesitated and said "thank you".

"Thank you for taking care of me these two days." Xia Qingying said hurriedly.

The two were so polite, this was probably what they call a couple who are not familiar with each other.

Lu Jingchen drank some water, walked to the closet, took out a stack of money from his bag, counted out ten bills, turned around and handed it to Xia Qingying:

"Here is a hundred yuan, you can use it first."

Xia Qingying didn't expect Lu Jingchen to suddenly give her money, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand to take it and said:

"Thank you."

She didn't want to act noble, just the one or two yuan in the box didn't allow her to act noble. At worst, when the situation is open in the future, she can make money and return it to him with interest.

"I will mail you 30 yuan every month from now on. Don't be frugal and skip meals." Lu Jing walked to the bedside and said to Xia Qingying.

In this era, 30 yuan a month is already a lot. It is enough for one person and can still live a comfortable life.

Xia Qingying didn't expect that she accidentally sold it and got 30 yuan more every month. This made her more determined to cling to the male protagonist. Although the male protagonist has a cold personality, he really gives money.

Xia Qingying nodded and didn't show any courtesy to him. After a while, she walked to the counter, took out the small booklet of her original body, and wrote as she said:

"I'll write down all the money you give me, and I'll pay you back when I make money in the future."

The current environment forced her to rely on Lu Jingchen, but when the spring breeze of reform blows in the future, the motherland will be full of gold, and it will be easy for her to make money with her memories of this world.

Seeing her carefully recording in the book, Lu Jingchen frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:

"No need to record it, you don't have to pay it back."

Xia Qingli thought he was just rich and didn't care about this little money, but it was his business if he didn't care, and he would definitely pay the money back in the future.

She continued writing, not only noticing the 100 yuan she gave him this time, but also the 80 yuan for buying maltose and the 11 yuan for medical expenses.

After writing it down, she turned off the lights and went to bed. They both wore long sleeves and long pants. It was unclear whether they felt awkward or were on guard against each other.

At night, Xia Qinggui slept outside as usual, leaving more space for Lu Jingchen.

She vaguely remembered that night when she was sick and leaned on Lu Jingchen, but he angrily pulled back the quilt and told her to "get out".

He was so resistant to physical contact with her, so she had better stay away from him, otherwise if she fell asleep and leaned on him again, he might push her out again. Now she was not sick, so she didn't even have an excuse.

The moonlight shone in through the window. She was really small. Lying there, the quilt was only slightly raised. Lu looked at the slightly raised quilt far away from him in amazement, thinking about something.

She seemed to be deliberately keeping a distance from him.

He should be very happy, after all, she was so self-aware and had no improper thoughts about him, but for some reason, he didn't feel as happy as he expected.

Xia Qingxing had fallen asleep at this time. She had been uncomfortable sleeping on the small bed in the hospital for the past few days, and she did not sleep well, so she slept very deeply this time. When she woke up, it was already dawn.

Xia Qingxing turned over unconsciously, but forgot that she was very close to the edge of the bed, and she fell directly to the ground.

"Ah..."

As her body rolled to the ground, Xia Qingxing screamed unconsciously.