Mrs. Lu loves you to death

Back in the room, Lu Tingchuan examined her knees.

"I'm fine, don't worry, go down quickly. I'll rest for a while."

"Xiaochen is down there, don't worry"

After saying that, he leaned in her arms. Knowing that he was uncomfortable, she held his head with both hands and said, "Husband, you have five minutes of personal time." Yes, personal time, only Lu Tingchuan's time, not President Lu's.

Putting his hands around her waist, he said, "Wife, it's great to have you."

Tears streamed down his cheeks. He hugged her tightly, sobbing uncontrollably for a minute. She caressed his hair with a distressed look. Neither of them said a word. In the quiet room, only his soft sobs filled the air.

He was human, too. It was impossible for him not to feel pain when someone who had loved him since childhood left. It was impossible for him to not feel anything at all. Even if he did, it was forced. The emotions he couldn't show in front of others, he could show in front of her at any time. She would be there for him, through the sadness, the joy, the fear.

It was only five minutes, as promised. After she stopped crying, he stood up, held her head and kissed her. He gently placed her on the bed, their fingers intertwined, the kiss filled with pure love without any trace of desire.

The two separated, foreheads touching, fingers gently stroking her lips "Wife"

"Well, it's really not appropriate for you to stay any longer."

"I know." He kissed her on the lips and stood up. He straightened his clothes and said, "You don't have to rush down."

"it is good"

After Lu Tingchuan left, she called Xie Yun

"Will you come?"

"Of course not. My relationship with them isn't close enough to warrant going to his funeral, let alone..." When his parents passed away, they'd avoided them like the very sight of the venomous snakes and scorpions, finding them even approaching disgusting. It was good enough that he didn't go and destroy their funeral hall, but he even offered condolences. What a joke.

"What's more? Gao Zheng is here too. I thought you were here..."

Xie Yun listened to her words, his eyes became sharp. "Who told you Gao Zheng?"

Hearing Xie Yun's sudden change of voice, her face changed. "Why, is Gao Zheng important? To whom? To the Xie family? Or to you?"

Hearing this, Xie Yun smiled, and the sharpness just now disappeared in an instant, turning back to a casual look. "Sister, you really are so naive. I don't know where you got this gossip from. You'd better not think about Gao Zheng anymore. Your husband is the kind of person who would even be jealous of me. Can he bear it if you think about other men now?"

Chen Zhiyu hung up the phone immediately. Xie Yun's attitude clearly showed that he didn't want to continue talking. It was useless to chat like this. After hanging up the phone, the space became quiet and his mind calmed down.

Thinking back on the events of this period, incredible images flooded her mind. How could Chen Lian be resurrected after death? She had seen the body being put into the crematorium with her own eyes. If it wasn't hers, whose body could it be? How could a teenager manage such meticulous planning? A body swap, faking death, the Poison King, a goddaughter? How did she, the daughter of a commander, come into contact with the Poison King? And under what circumstances did she fake her own death and escape, then join him? Did her second uncle, as her father, have no information at all? Or had he known all along? What exactly was her own memory? The truth Lu Tingchuan had told me, combined with what Chen Lian had said before, made it clear that Lu Tingchuan had been engaged to Chen Lian from the beginning. Although she didn't feel she had stolen her fiancé, she felt that the Lu family, Lu Tingchuan, and herself all owed Chen Lian something in this matter.