Chapter 227 World Nine (Twenty-four)
When Zhang Qingping slowly woke up, she saw Zhiyi waiting by her side with a worried look on her face.
The vague memories in Zhang Qingping's mind gradually became clear. Her face turned pale and she stretched out her hand to send everyone away. She asked Zhiyi how Mr. Lu dealt with Luo's father after she fainted that day.
But seeing Zhiyi gently shaking her head, Zhang Qingping felt puzzled. Before she could ask, she heard Manager Zhao say, "Is Madam feeling better?"
Zhang Qingping's blood and qi were stagnant because her father Luo had publicly exposed her feelings for Lu Yuanhui, but her body was not seriously injured. Now, after being treated by a doctor, Zhang Qingping is naturally fine.
After hearing Zhang Qingping's answer, Manager Zhao pulled out a thin piece of paper from his wide sleeves and said respectfully, "After what happened with Luo's father, the master knows that you can't force anyone to do anything. The master has ordered me to investigate the matter of the marriage that day. It was not the lady's will to marry the master. The master is not the kind of person who would ignore others' wishes and force them to marry.
Since the lady doesn't want to be with you, it's better to separate and marry someone else, so as not to delay the rest of her life."
Hearing this, Zhang Qingping was stunned. After she married Mr. Lu, there were only two things on her mind.
One is to be able to renew her old relationship with Lu Yuanhui, and the other is to be able to break free from the restrictions of the title of Mrs. Lu and regain her freedom.
But now that Zhang Qingping received the divorce letter, she did not feel the expected joy, but loneliness, mixed with a hint of panic.
This was because this divorce letter was given by Mr. Lu after her attachment to Lu Yuanhui was revealed.
Originally, Zhang Qingping had wanted a happy separation. But now, it was tinged with humiliation. It was as if Master Lu despised the idea that his step-wife was involved with his own son, forcing him to divorce.
Zhang Qingping clutched the quilt tightly and hesitated to take the divorce agreement from Manager Zhao.
Zhiyi watched as the usually respectful Steward Zhao's face showed a hint of impatience, and he quickly reached out to take it. Steward Zhao walked away, leaving behind a message: "Master, mindful of Miss Zhang's poor health, has granted her three days' leave to take inventory of her trousseau."
The divorce letter was the last bit of dignity given to Zhang Qingping, and she had no right to refuse.
Mr. Lu also gave Zhang Qingping a three-day deadline to leave the Lu family.
Zhiyi looked at Zhang Qingping's distracted look, her eyes suddenly reddened. Wiping away tears, she asked, "Madam...Miss, why did it become like this?"
Zhang Qingping married Mr. Lu. Although Mr. Lu was older, the inner house was quiet.
If Zhang Qingping could come to power, she could live happily in the yard.
In the past, Zhang Qingping had done many things that were beyond her control, and although Zhiyi did not approve of them, she tried to persuade Zhang Qingping, but was easily rebuked, and she gave up the idea.
Zhiyi originally thought that even if Zhang Qingping was rude again, it was in the Lu family's inner residence.
If Master Lu didn't care, what could the other servants say? But... Master Lu, who had always ignored these matters, was unusually tough, even going so far as to write the divorce agreement, leaving no room for maneuver.
Zhang Qingping tightened her fingers, her face showing dejection, and remained silent in response to Zhiyi's questions.
Zhang Qingping quickly packed up her belongings and brought her dowry into the mansion.
Except for his daughter's jewelry, the rest of the silver and money were taken away by Luo's father.
Now there are only five boxes at most, which look desolate and lonely.
Zhiyi supported Zhang Qingping and asked, "Are we going back to the Zhang Mansion?"
Zhang Qingping nodded.
Although she knew in her heart that her eldest sister-in-law would be dissatisfied if she returned to the Zhang family like this, she had no choice.
Zhang Qingping turned around and saw Baoshan standing in the corridor. She was wearing a plain white gauze skirt. Her figure was slender and graceful. The folds of her skirt were smooth, and when she walked, they were like ripples in the lake.
She slightly raised her porcelain-white face and looked at Lu Yuanhui beside her with eyes full of admiration and dependence.
Being stared at by such moist and tender eyes, I am afraid that any man in the world would be moved.
Lu Yuanhui also looked at Baoshan. His thin lips, which were usually taciturn, said something that made Baoshan turn away in anger, with his cheeks flushed red.
Zhang Qingping's palms felt slightly cold, and she called out, "Yuan Hui."
Lu Yuan looked back in the direction of the voice.
Being looked at by such a pair of calm eyes, Zhang Qingping suppressed the restless beating of her heart and slowly walked back towards Lu Yuan.
"You and I are old friends, can we move in and talk?"
Lu Yuanhui was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Baoshan: "Let Zhenzhu go back with you."
Zhang Qingping barely managed to hold back her questioning as her long nails dug into her flesh. She looked towards the delicate woman, wanting to know what expression was on Bao Shan's face.
When Lu Yuanhui wanted to see her, his former lover, Baoshan's timid face would show jealousy or dissatisfaction, and she would pester Lu Yuanhui not to let them meet privately.
But none of them did.
Baoshan's face softened, her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and her voice was soft and gentle: "It's okay as long as Zhenzhu is with me."
After saying that, Baoshan gracefully left, and Lu Yuanhui did not withdraw his gloomy gaze until the figure was far away.
In the quiet and empty corridor, only Zhang Qingping and Lu Yuanhui were left.
Zhang Qingping looked at the flowers and trees not far away, her eyes flickering slightly, as if she was reminiscing: "Yuan Hui, the first time I met you was at a banquet. You broke in with the Embroidered Spring Knife and frightened many noble ladies.
At that time, I just felt that you were like a Shura from hell, so scary.
But later, I felt that you were not so heartless. You treated me well, and this kindness, which was different from that of others, made me deeply trapped and unable to extricate myself for a long time.
It was my own choice to marry someone else, so I cannot blame anyone else.
But on the wedding day, I always hope that you can come and take me away."
Zhang Qingping sighed softly, "What my mother said might be right. Lu Yuanhui, you are a heartless person. You watched me marry your father and watched me lose my soul, but you never thought of saving me. You even fell in love with someone else... You treated that woman a thousand times better than you treated me. Lu Yuanhui, even so, I can't hate you. I only hate that Baoshan, who is used to being weak, who enjoys your kindness.
Although I am a widow, as long as you are willing, I can marry you uprightly..."
Before she could finish her words, Zhang Qingping was already sobbing.
Lu Yuan looked back at the crystal tears, but his heart was not moved at all.
Lu Yuanhui knew that he and Zhang Qingping had been in love in the past, but when Zhang Qingping married Master Lu, Lu Yuanhui used a sharp knife to cut out everything related to Zhang Qingping.
The process of grinding away flesh and blood is painful, just like the calluses on his fingers, which can only be removed after bleeding.
But Lu Yuanhui would not tolerate himself having any feelings for his father's second wife.
Deep in his memory, Lu Yuan vaguely remembered seeing tears welling in his mother's eyes as she cried to Master Lu, "...you won't remember me..."
Zhang Qingping took the place of Lu's mother, so how could Lu Yuanhui still retain his affection for her?
If Lu's mother knew that Lu Yuanhui still had feelings for Master Lu's second wife, her already sad eyes would be filled with even more tears.
Lu Yuanhui even felt that what Zhang Qingping said was not wrong.
He was truly heartless and ungrateful. After giving up that affection, his heart was as dead as a pool of water when he faced Zhang Qingping.
No matter how sad Zhang Qingping was, the tears in her eyes could not continue to flow in the face of the indifferent man.
Zhang Qingping said with hatred in her eyes, "You will never get what you wish for. Lu Yuanhui, the treasured fan is the widow of your subordinate. Wei Mao died saving you, yet you still miss his wife. Is this how you, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, should care for your subordinates?"
After saying that, Zhang Qingping took Zhiyi and left the Lu family.
No one cares whether Zhang Qingping regrets the wrong things she has done, and she has no one to talk to.
When Baoshan came back from the small Buddhist temple after praying and chanting, she saw Lu Yuan lying on her soft couch.
The soft couch was delicate, but it seemed small compared to Lu Yuanhui's tall stature.
Lu Yuanhui curled up on the soft couch, closed his eyelids, and breathed steadily.
Baoshan gently instructed Zhenzhu, "You step back first."
She walked to the couch and leaned over to look at Lu Yuanhui's quiet face.
The sleeping Lu Yuanhui no longer had his usual coldness and cruelty. With his legs slightly bent, he even appeared a little gentle.
Bao Shan raised her soft hand and caressed Lu Yuanhui's face. The next moment, she heard a cold question: "Who!"
The world was spinning.
The pain on her back made Bao Shan's eyes water. But she bit her lips tightly and looked at Lu Yuanhui fearfully.
Although Baoshan had heard of Lu Yuanhui's appearance in the Northern Pacification Office, he had never witnessed his swift and decisive actions.
Because when he was with Bao Shan, Lu Yuan could always be relied upon and trusted.
This was the first time that Baoshan saw coldness on Lu Yuanhui's face, the indifference he felt towards her.
"grown ups……"
Baoshan called out timidly.
Lu Yuanhui then realized that he had subconsciously mistaken the treasured fan for someone with ulterior motives. He let go of the treasured fan and stroked his aching forehead, "I recognized the wrong person."
Bao Shan sat up from the couch and asked with concern, "Who is it? An enemy?"
Baoshan's face turned pale. For someone like her who was ignorant of the world, enemy was an extremely terrifying word.
Seeing Bao Shan's cautious look, Lu Yuanhui couldn't help but relax his frown and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I have many enemies."
They all want his life.
Lu Yuanhui thought that given Bao Shan's cowardly nature, she would definitely stay away from him after hearing these words, with a look of fear on her face.
But what Lu Yuanhui didn't expect was that Baoshan didn't run away, but instead hugged Lu Yuanhui's strong arms tightly.
The soft and gentle touch reminded Lu Yuan of something extremely beautiful.
But Bao Shan was unaware of Lu Yuanhui's disgusting thoughts and eagerly tried to comfort him: "Your Excellency is so brave. They are our enemies and also our villains. They can only stir up trouble and cannot hurt you."
Lu Yuanhui stretched out his hand and covered the soft hand.
Bao Shan shuddered, but she was concerned that Lu Yuanhui, having just experienced a nightmare, was feeling sentimental. If Bao Shan pushed Lu Yuanhui's hand away, he would inevitably feel hurt.
Bao Shan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she obediently let Lu Yuan play with her soft hands again.
But Lu Yuanhui was clearly unaware of Baoshan's "good intentions." He leaned over and gently kissed the trembling yet forcedly composed eyelashes. A gentle touch tingled and soft against her thin lips.
His thin lips moved down and landed on Baoshan's cheek.
The pink and white cheeks are like peach blossoms hanging on the branches, delicate and charming, delicate and delicious.
Baoshan's porcelain-white skin was tinged with a faint pink. She trembled slightly, fearing that Lu Yuanhui's thin lips would continue to move down and land on those embarrassing places.
But Lu Yuanhui only pecked Baoshan's cheek lightly and then stopped. He pulled Baoshan onto the bed.
The already narrow bed now seemed even more crowded.
Even if Baoshan wanted to avoid it, their skin would inevitably come close to each other.
Through the thin clothes, Baoshan could feel the strong and powerful arms and the strong legs, both emitting a burning heat.
Lu Yuanhui suddenly said, "Don't move."
He lay down and put his head on Baoshan's legs. He turned around slightly and pressed his head against Baoshan's soft belly.
Lu Yuanhui's body was surrounded by a light and elegant fragrance, and the pain in his forehead gradually eased.
Baoshan raised her hand hesitantly and gently stroked Lu Yuanhui's cheek. She opened her soft lips and hummed a clear tune.
Lu Yuan turned around, put his face against Bao Shan's abdomen, and tightened his arms around Bao Shan's waist.
Baoshan felt the warmth coming from her abdomen and her soft fingers paused slightly.
Lu Yuan hugged the precious fan tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own flesh and blood so that no one would criticize him anymore.
Zhang Qingping's resentment eventually left a mark in Lu Yuanhui's heart.
But Lu Yuanhui has always been resolute.
He won't let go.
Absolutely not.
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