Chapter 427: Ex-husband's Despair
Zhang Heyao thought that this time, he finally got the shot right.
Because the only thing he couldn't refuse was the news about Lu Qiniang.
Speaking of which, I haven't heard from her for a long time.
Because it was the Chinese New Year and also because he was too busy.
"I heard that she is seriously ill. It's really retribution." said the person in charge.
"What did you say?" Zhang Heyao turned around suddenly and looked at him with bloodshot eyes.
The person in charge was frightened by his appearance and was speechless.
Zhang Heyao knew he had lost his composure by looking at his expression. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Tell me, what's going on? Tell me everything you know."
The head stammered, "I heard, I heard that during a banquet at the Yunguo Mansion, she suddenly fainted. After returning home, she never left the house again. She must have been bedridden for nearly a month."
He wanted to please Zhang Heyao, so he went to find out if Lu Qiniang had any bad luck recently.
After asking around, he found out there was indeed some "good news", so he couldn't wait to find common topics with Zhang Heyao.
But Zhang Heyao's reaction made him regret and feel that he shouldn't have brought up this topic.
She was actually sick? Bedridden?
She is so stubborn and tenacious, like the weeds taking root on the cliff. No wind or frost can really break her. She always has endless energy and enthusiasm.
How could a person like that suddenly fall ill and stay in bed for a month?
Was it due to overwork? Or was it because of something that happened between her and Xiao Yan?
"Bed-ridden for a month?" Zhang Heyao's voice suddenly rose, with a sharpness that he himself didn't even notice and a barely perceptible tremor.
"Yes... yes, sir, I heard about it too..." The person in charge was frightened into silence by his sudden change of expression and the terrifying light in his eyes. He stepped back repeatedly, wishing he could shrink into the crack of the wall.
Zhang Heyao didn't even look at him again.
His head was buzzing, with only the words "bedridden for a month" and "never went out again" circling wildly, outlining a horrible picture of Lu Qinniang looking pale, haggard, and frail.
That scene was like a poisoned needle, piercing his already tense nerves of the past few days.
The Ministry of Revenue's account books, the disputes between the two factions, and the question of whether fame, wealth and honor are worth it all become light and insignificant at this moment.
Zhang Heyao called his servant and ordered, "Say I'm not feeling well and I'm going home to rest."
After saying this, he left in a hurry, without stopping for a moment.
"Sir! Sir Zhang! Where are you going? There will be more later..." The exclamation of the person in charge was left far behind him.
The chilly wind of early spring blew in Zhang Heyao's face, causing his official hat to tilt slightly. However, he only felt hot all over. The panic in his heart and some kind of inexplicable dull pain burned him, making him unable to think. Only one thought, extremely clear and urgent, drove him: to see her immediately!
He must see for himself what happened to her!
The guilt, concerns, and even the unextinguished emotions that he had deliberately suppressed deep in his heart and buried with tedious official duties and power calculations, now erupted like underground fire, burning him to the point of losing all his sanity.
His former calmness and composure were gone, and now he was just a man seized by fear.
He didn't even think about his identity or position to visit a woman whom he had let down. He just wanted to see Lu Qiniang instinctively.
The carriage became so slow that Zhang Heyao finally arrived at the door of Lu Qi's mother's house. No one knew how many times he had lifted the curtain to urge it forward, and no one knew how long it had passed.
The gate is closed.
He panted and slammed the door knocker hard, his voice hoarse and rapid: "Qi Niang! Lu Qi Niang! Open the door!"
After a moment, the door creaked open a crack.
The person who opened the door was not Lu Qiniang, but a strange servant with a wary look on her face.
"Sir, who are you looking for?" The old woman stood at the door.
"Lu Qiniang! Where is she? How is she?" Zhang Heyao was extremely anxious. He pushed the old woman away and forced his way in.
Zhang Heyao had never been here before, but he broke into the main courtyard almost by instinct, and the maids could not stop him at all.
You have to know that Zhang Heyao is not a weak scholar. He has also received special training in the Zhenbei Palace and has killed people on the battlefield.
He even pushed Aunt Sang aside and broke directly into Lu Qiniang's room.
The light in the room was a little dim, but enough to see clearly.
Lu Qiniang was half-leaning on the soft couch by the window, covered with a thin blanket.
Hearing the noise, she turned around in surprise. Her face was indeed a little pale, but it was by no means the gray of a terminal illness. Her eyes were still clear, but now filled with astonishment. She stared at him who had suddenly barged in, dressed in official robes with a cold air and looking disheveled.
"Are you crazy?" she asked in shock. "Did a dog chase you or something happen?"
The familiar tone, as always, is infuriating.
Zhang Heyao's heart dropped to the ground, and all his anxiety, panic, and guilt froze the moment he saw her clearly.
She looked... a little weak, but definitely not seriously ill.
"Why are you so weak and haven't gone out for a long time?" Zhang Heyao asked her with a frown.
With the same annoying questioning tone as always.
"You still have to control whether I go out or not?" Lu Qiniang was speechless. "Why are you so nosy?"
"At least," Zhang Heyao gritted his teeth, "I'm still your brother!"
Lu Qi Niang: "...I'm pregnant."
"What happened?" Zhang Heyao didn't react.
"Can I still have a dog? I have a child, I'm pregnant." Lu Qiniang said unhappily, but she also vaguely understood in her heart that Zhang Heyao thought she was sick and bedridden and couldn't go out, so he came to see her specially.
If you come to see it, just come and see it carefully. He is like a robber who has entered the house. I don’t even bother to say anything to him.
"You, you are pregnant?"
Zhang Heyao felt as if something exploded in his head.
All the sounds disappeared, leaving only the roar of blood rushing to the head.
She is not sick.
She... is pregnant.
Zhang Heyao stared at Lu Qinniang's still flat belly, his face turned from pale to ashen, his lips were pressed into a stiff line, his chest heaved violently, but he couldn't say a word.
He discovered with sadness that the two of them were really drifting further and further apart...
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