Chapter 72 Don't Worry Your Mother
Lu Qi never imagined that he would witness such an interesting scene while just visiting the hospital and passing by. He was not interested in the relationship between the two people at the center of the incident, nor did he feel any pity for the woman who had been intentionally induced to go crazy.
The only thing he found interesting was the white-haired boy in the wheelchair.
The way the boy is looking at him now is even more interesting.
Logically speaking, the sick boy should have been in a vulnerable position in front of him, but his gaze was calm and serene.
This reminded Lu Qi of wild wolves in the forest, who would also lie in wait in the shadows, ready to strike when their prey let their guard down.
Lu Qi suddenly felt exceptionally happy.
Is it fair to say that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger?
How dare a wolf cub that hasn't even grown all its teeth send him such a dangerous message?
This was indeed a very novel feeling for Lu Qi.
Hao Hui was still struggling frantically, desperately shouting, "It wasn't me, it really wasn't me! I was framed!"
But nobody listened to her; instead, someone called the police.
No matter how much Hao Hui shouted, no one believed her. She slowly lost her strength, as if she had come to terms with reality, and she slumped down.
But she still fixed her resentful gaze on Lu Jin. It was in that instant that she looked at Lu Jin that she noticed the man standing at the door who had an exceptionally outstanding appearance and demeanor.
A man like that is hard to forget once you've met him.
Hao Hui froze, her eyes revealing fear, or perhaps other complex emotions. For a moment, she forgot how to react.
Lu Qi looked at Hao Hui.
Hao Hui instinctively wanted to back away, but she was being held back and had nowhere to retreat.
Her emotions, which had just begun to calm down, surged violently again. She struggled, crying, "Let me go! Let me go! I want to get out of here!"
To outsiders, she just seems to be getting more and more neurotic.
The doctor quickly sent someone to get a sedative.
Lu Qi withdrew his gaze, smiled, and whispered to Lu Jin, "Remember to wipe the dust off your shoes next time."
Lu Jin's hands, resting on the armrests of the wheelchair, tightened slightly.
Lu Qi smiled and turned to leave the noisy place.
Walking down the corridor, he dialed a number. "Investigate a woman for me. She should know me. Also, while you're at it, investigate her son as well."
I don't know what the people over there said.
Lu Qi replied casually, "You don't need to worry about it, just do as I say."
He hung up the phone.
Just then, the hospital director also rushed over, saying, "Mr. Lu, so you've been here."
Lu Qi smiled and asked, "I wonder how your discussions went?"
The hospital director said, "After considering Mr. Lu's request, we are willing to accept it. We have also discussed your wife's condition. We will set up a medical team and send the hospital's best experts to your home regularly to examine your wife."
Lu Qi smiled elegantly, "Then let's talk about donating a laboratory building to your institute."
The adult world, though complex, is actually quite simple, provided you possess the power that others cannot refuse.
When Lu Qi got home, it was already past midnight.
The boy, who had been sitting on the sofa reading a book, quickly stood up. "Dad, you're back."
Lu Qi hummed in agreement and asked, "Did you go out today?"
“I was bored at home, so I went outside for a walk, but I just got some fresh air and came back quickly.”
The boy's hurried explanation clearly showed his fear of his father, even though Lu Qi seemed amiable, easy to talk to, and probably had a good temper.
Lu Qi sighed, "Chang'an, I've told you many times, you can't do anything that will worry your mother."
This boy named Lu Chang'an is the same white-haired boy that Xia Zhen met in the library.
When the topic of "not doing anything that would worry Mom" came up, Lu Chang'an stiffened slightly, and his face seemed to turn a shade paler.
His voice trembled slightly, "Yes, I know I was wrong, Dad, please forgive me."
Lu Qi smiled gently, his eyes filled with affection, "A good child is one who knows their mistakes and corrects them. Sit down for a bit, I'll cook for you later."
Lu Chang'an forced himself to remain calm and smiled, "Okay."
Lu Qi went upstairs.
Lu Chang'an knew that his father needed to go upstairs to see his mother first.
Only after his father's figure disappeared from sight did Lu Chang'an breathe a sigh of relief and slump onto the sofa.
Logically speaking, Lu Qi is a good father. No matter how busy he is, he will go home to have dinner with his family, and he usually cooks for them himself.
Because Lu Qi said that food outside is not clean, and he is someone who values family time, it was impossible for Lu Chang'an to do it himself, since Lu Qi said that all sorts of accidents could happen while cooking.
Lu Chang'an might get splashed with oil, or he might cut his hand with a kitchen knife.
His mother would be worried.
Lu Chang'an still remembers that when he was six years old, he disobeyed his father and secretly went to the park to sit on the swing. He then fell off the swing and scraped his hands and legs.
At that moment, his father helped him up from the ground, patted his head, and said gently, "Didn't I tell you? Don't do anything to worry your mother."
After returning home that day, his father gently applied the medicine to him and cooked his favorite dishes for dinner.
Lu Chang'an also remembered that he ate a lot that day, but when it was time to go to sleep that night, his father took him to a room without windows or any light.
Lu Chang'an was locked in that room for a day and a night.
He didn't know when it happened, but when he was hoarse from shouting, he saw the door open, and his father was still smiling so gently and lovingly.
Lu Chang'an was led back to his room by his father's hand.
However, toys, picture books, and even his two pet turtles—everything he loved in his room—disappeared.
The father squatted down and said to him with a smile, "Chang'an, you must remember not to do anything that will make your mother sad."
Lu Chang'an realized that his hands were trembling again. He hurriedly picked up a glass of water and took a sip, which made him feel a little better.
The room on the second floor.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the floor and adding warmth to the room.
Lu Qi sat on the edge of the bed, bent down, and placed a light kiss on the forehead of the woman who seemed to be fast asleep.
"Ruoruo, I'm back."
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