Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Lu Qingyan was only a door away from them.
She nodded: “He’s very good to me.”
Jiang Nanshu wasn’t lying. Except for his occasional outbursts of madness, where he only hurt himself, he was quite nice.
Jiang’s father breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a surge of resentment toward Lu Qingyan.
It’s one thing to marry his daughter without any proper ceremony, but to not even have a wedding and then forbid them from seeing her—that’s outrageous!
He sighed in relief: “It’s good that you’re alright.”
He then turned to look at Jiang’s mother’s body, his voice hoarse: “Then…do you want to come with us to the crematorium? Your…your mother has passed away.”
Jiang Nanshu remained silent, then finally shook her head: “I won’t go. I’ll just stay here and see her off on her final journey. Lu Qingyan is sick, and I have to take care of him.”
Jiang’s father sighed and said, “Never mind.”
“I’ll send someone to pick you up tonight. You have to go home.”
Jiang Nanshu didn’t refuse again, replying, “Okay.”
Jiang Leyi stepped forward and hugged Jiang Nanshu: “See you tonight.”
Jiang Zhouye hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded to Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Hemian’s hair was cut short, transforming from a decadent beauty to a refreshing beauty, and that face was still very beautiful.
He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Yisen merely glanced coldly at Lu Qingyan’s hospital room door.
The encounter was brief; they quickly disappeared around the corner of the hospital corridor after Jiang’s mother’s body.
A female nurse came in with a new IV drip.
Jiang Nanshu stepped aside, and a moment later, a panicked nurse’s voice came from inside: “Mr. Lu, calm down! You need to stop the bleeding. Your body hasn’t recovered yet, so you can’t do without an IV drip, or your organs might get infected.”
“Get out.”
“Mr. Lu…”
“Get out!”
The nurse was terrified.
She had never encountered a patient like this before. She was so frightened that her eyes turned red.
When Jiang Nanshu entered, she saw Lu Qingyan sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet sinking into shards of glass, his eyes slightly red, his black hair falling to his eyelashes, his hands and body covered in blood. He had a kind of messy and broken beauty.
The nurse seemed to have found her anchor: “Mrs. Lu…”
Jiang Nanshu looked at him with a headache.
The thought of separating from Lu Qingyan was immediately dispelled.
She couldn’t give up on him anymore. No matter how difficult his mental illness was to cure, she should stay by his side. Even if he never got better, she would stay with him for the rest of her life.
She finally admitted that she had fallen in love with Lu Qingyan.
The floor was a mess, and someone seemed oblivious to the pain, bleeding profusely from the stab wounds.
Jiang Nanshu looked at the nurse: “Clean this up first, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
The nurse, relieved, grabbed a broom and quickly swept, then ran away as if fleeing.
The nurse dared not approach Lu Qingyan’s area.
Jiang Nanshu cleaned up the broken glass herself, making sure there were no shards left.
Lu Qingyan lowered his head and remained silent.
Until Jiang Nanshu stood before him.
His dark eyes coldly met hers: “Why did you come back?”
Jiang Nanshu looked down to meet his gaze, then cupped his face in her hands: “Didn’t you want a child? How can you have one when you’re this sick?”
Lu Qingyan’s pupils contracted slightly, and it took him a long time to focus: “You, you’re willing to have a child with me?”
“Weren’t you so annoyed…”
“Before, I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t know how to take care of a child. Anyway, you can take care of it after it’s born. If you’re willing, we’ll have it; if not, forget it. I quite like children.”
The mere mention of having a child miraculously calmed him down.
It was as if she wouldn’t leave after having the child.
Jiang Nanshu couldn’t understand his thought process.
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