Chapter 173 - Operate In The Near Future
Chapter 173: Operate In The Near Future
Ning Qing stood up and sprinted over.
She knelt on the ground, wanting to hold Lu Shaoming, but dared not touch him. A large amount of blood was flowing from his forehead along the outline of his handsome jawline.
“Shaoming!” Ning Qing’s tears fell like beads from a broken thread, and her little hand trembled as she touched his cheek. “Shaoming, open your eyes and look at me.”
Hearing the girl’s call, Lu Shaoming opened his eyes with some effort.
Before Ning Qing could feel happy, Mu Yunfan, who had already gone mad, put his car in reverse. He stepped on the accelerator again and rushed towards them.
Ning Qing shrank back in terror and her small hand touched the ground, she touched a gun.
The gun Lu Shaoming had thrown away.
Ning Qing picked up the gun and slowly stood up, pointing the muzzle at the Mu Yunfan in the car.
She had never killed anyone, nor had she ever held a gun. Her little hand with the gun was trembling and tears rushed down her cheeks, but she tried to open her eyes. The delicate little girl radiated a firm and cold air all over her.
She was afraid, but she tried to be brave.
Shaoming had fallen. She needed to protect herself and her man.
Mu Yunfan charged over, Ning Qing burst into tears and squeezed the trigger.
But then, a bloody hand covered her eyes as a man’s soft, weak voice rang through her ears. “Baby, don’t be afraid, close your eyes.”
The gun in her small hand was grasped by Lu Shaoming. With a Bang!, the bullet flew into the head of Mu Yunfan.
Mu Yunfan fell and the steering wheel turned right and the car ran directly into the adjacent hillside.
With a Boom! The car was destroyed and a fire broke out.
Mu Yunfan was dead.
Ning Qing stretched out her hand and wiped her tears. She turned around. “Shaoming…”
The temperature on his hand suddenly dropped and Lu Shaoming fell down.
“Big Brother!”
Zhou Yao and Ou Luo Xi rushed over.
…
Eight days later.
Grandma’s funeral was over. A dark cloud hung over the Ning Family. Ning Qing went to the hospital every day. Lu Shaoming had been unconscious for eight days and hadn’t woken up.
In the ward, Ning Qing wiped Lu Shaoming’s face with a warm towel. Because of his illness, his carved handsome face was a lot thinner, but his facial features were more profound and three-dimensional.
His firm jaw was covered with a sprinkling of fresh stubble, which gave him an air of vicissitude. Ning Qing always held his jaw and gently kissed his stubble as she talked to him.
“Hubby, why aren’t you waking up yet? Can you open your eyes and look at me? Hubby, I miss you very much. It will be Spring Festival in a few days. This is the first Chinese New Year after our marriage. Can you wake up and spend it with me? Hubby, I love you.”
Yue Wanqing went into the ward and saw her daughter sitting at the bedside talking to herself. She was very upset. After putting down the thermos, she went into the bathroom to wash her face.
She can’t cry and be weak at times like this. When her daughter needs support, she should be the strongest pillar for her daughter.
Just then, the door of the bathroom was pushed open and Ning Zhenguo came in.
After Li Meiling’s imprisonment, and the deaths of Ning Yao and Grandma, he looked much older. He came forward and put his arm around Yue Wanqing and sighed, “Wanqing, don’t be sad. You and Qingqing have lost a lot of weight these days. Young Master Lu will wake up. Let’s be more optimistic.”
“Ok.” Yue Wanqing took back her tears. She looked at Ning Zhenguo and said gently, “Zhenguo, you haven’t been to the office for several days because of Grandma’s funeral. We don’t need your help in the hospital; you don’t need to run here every day. You can go to the office and work.”
“Wanqing, you and Qingqing are more important than the company. Young Master Lu is in a coma now. Although I can’t help you when I come to the hospital, I am the only man in the Ning family, and you and Ning Qing can depend on me. I used to be too confused and horrible. After going through so many things, I have realized that what one needs most in life is a warm home. I have let you and Qingqing down. Fortunately, I still have time to make up for it slowly. Wanqing, please give me a chance, both you and Qingqing.”
Yue Wanqing looked sad. “I entered the Ning family when I was 8 years old. Now that mother has gone, there are only four of us left in the Ning family. We might have split up when we were young, but we’re together now that we’re old. This is only the start of our companionship and support for each other. I’ve long since forgiven you in my heart, but I’ve had nephropathy surgery and can’t live for more than a couple of years. Zhenguo you…”
Ning Zhenguo embraced Yue Wanqing in his arms. “Wanqing, I don’t care if it’s one year or two years, I will always be with you. Bring Qingqing and move back to the Ning family house. Young Master Lu is in a coma. You and Qingqing need to be taken care of. The Ning family home is your home.”
Tears fell from Yue Wanqing’s eyes.
Ning Qing listened to their conversation silently. Her eyes were wet. In fact, Ning Zhenguo and Xu Junxi’s lives were very similar. They were not inherently bad, but they had gone astray.
Sometimes hatred was not so important. What matters was that living people are happy.
She chose to forgive Ning Zhengguo.
She hoped Grandma, who was already far away in heaven, could feel relieved.
…
After seeing Yue Wanqing and Ning Zhenguo off, Ning Qing stayed in the ward with Lu Shaoming. She was preparing to tell Lu Shaoming a story. At that time, she caught a glimpse of white as snow drifted outside the window.
It was snowing!
Ning Qing flashed her first brilliant smile in these eight days. She ran out of the window and looked. The sky was covered with white snow. The glittering and beautiful snowflakes were falling slowly to the ground.
Ning Qing suddenly remembered her first time meeting Lu Shaoming. It was summer at that time. She was wearing a long skirt, but she didn’t expect time to pass so fast. She still remembered all kinds of sweet and beautiful experiences in the past as if it were yesterday and one winter solstice had arrived unexpectedly.
Ning Qing’s cheeks were wet when she touched them. Tears had flowed out from her eyes unknowingly.
Shaoming…
When could he wake up?
Ning Qing’s two small hands held her face as she sobbed. Her strong façade she had put on these few days had collapsed in an instant. Life without him was hard.
Her heart was empty.
When Ning Qing was crying bitterly, a strong arm wrapped around her soft waist, and she fell into a familiar warm embrace. “What are you crying for, fool?”
After a long coma, his voice was hoarse, but still mellow to the ear. His voice was so soft and so full of heartache.
Ning Qing froze in an instant. She turned around in a daze. Yes, the man she missed was standing in front of her.
“Shaoming, Shaoming!” Ning Qing cried even more. She threw herself into the man’s embrace and rubbed against him in a coquettish way. “Shaoming, are you awake? Don’t talk, don’t talk, if this is a dream, let me never wake up. *Sob*, Shaoming, I’ve missed you so much. I dream of you every night. You would hold me like this, but it would all disappear when I would open my eyes. You wouldn’t wake up so I could only cry.”
Lu Shaoming rubbed her hair in a pampering manner and bent down. He bit her lip gently and asked, “Does it hurt?”
“Yes, it hurts.” Ning Qing cried as she nodded, muttering with her pouted lovely pink lips.
But she felt that something was amiss after a little thought. She felt pain, which indicated that she was not dreaming.
Ning Qing raised her head slowly. Her eyes were sparkling with tears. She only dared to look at him timidly. She reached out and touched his handsome face. This feeling…
“Shaoming,” Ning Qing seemed alive again, her delicate small face burst out into a bright smile, jumping and bouncing around happily, at a loss, “Shaoming, is it you really, you’ve woken up? You’ve woken up!”
Ning Qing put two small hands around his neck and pulled him down. “Bite me again, please bite me again.”
Her soft and fragrant little body was buried in his arms, and Lu Shaoming’s entire heart felt so soft that he could hardly stand it. His little wife, a 20-year-old girl.
Lu Shaoming frowned, stooped and bit her lip again with some force. He asked softly, “Does it hurt this time?”
He was not willing to bite her, her lips were fragrant and soft, and he would feel weak in the knees when he bit her.
“Yes, it hurts.” Ning Qing kept nodding happily. She really wasn’t dreaming. Lu Shaoming was back.
Seeing the man trying to straighten up, Ning Qing quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and did not let go. She shook her head and said, shyly and sweetly, “No pain, no pain. Hubby, bite me again.”
“Hah.” Lu Shaoming laughed softly, clasped the back of her head with his hand and kissed her gently.
Ning Qing felt drunk, sweet in her mouth with bubbles in her heart. The man hugged her small petite waist and turned around. His strong body was against the wall, holding her in his warm arms. He blocked the cold wind for her; the man was a true gentleman.
“Shaoming, wait a minute. You just woke up. You’re still a patient. I’ll call the doctor to examine you.”
This term, “patient,” made Lu Shaoming raise his sharp brows. Why had she made him sound so weak? He bent down and picked the girl up horizontally.
“Ah!” Suddenly in the air, Ning Qing screamed and hugged the man’s neck.
“Shaoming, you should let me down. You are a patient now. You can’t carry me.”
Lu Shaoming put her on the bed with a knee on the sheet and rubbed her delicate jaw with a rough thumb. He opened his mouth and said, “Try saying the word patient again?”
Ning Qing’s little face was red – she just called him a patient. Why did he mind this word so much?
She rolled like a tender snowball in his arms, stretched out her slender arms and rang the alarm bell beside the bed.
Here comes the doctor.
…
The doctor examined Lu Shaoming’s body. He had no serious physical problems. The doctor asked him to have a good rest.
After the doctor left, Ning Qing placed a soft pillow behind him. He leaned comfortably on it. Ning Qing took off her shoes and climbed into bed. She lifted the blankets and nestled in his arms.
He had woken up at last. It was beautiful and unreal. Ning Qing was afraid that he would slip away like a dream again. She touched his charming face with her small hand and kept rubbing his stubblele with her lips.
Her lips felt pricked and itchy, and Ning Qing closed her eyes.
Seeing the girl attaching herself to him, Lu Shaoming pulled her into his arms, amused. He kissed her on the forehead and asked, “Has everything been dealt with – Mu Yunfan, the police station, and Grandma?”
Ning Qing opened her eyes, and her face was calm, but he could pick up a hint of melancholy. “Yes, your second brother and Secretary Zhu handled everything. The Mu family had sent someone to take Mu Yunfan. The police station found the murderer and declared that I was innocent. As this has all developed… Dad has been handling Grandma’s funeral, and it’s all settled.”
“Alright.” Lu Shaoming nodded. He knew that the girl was sad. Four lives had passed overnight and after everything with Mu Yunfan, she needed time to get over it.
Lu Shaoming changed the subject and asked softly, “Why, do you have a father again?”
Ning Qing heard the teasing tone in his words. She beat him lightly with her tender fist. She didn’t want to continue on this topic with him. She said with a delicate voice, “Shaoming, why did you sleep for eight days? I was so afraid every day when you were still asleep.”
The girl stretched out two small hands, holding out eight tender fingers to show him as she spoke.
She looked so distressed.
Lu Shaoming kissed her little face and laughed, “I had a long, long dream in which a little girl held a storybook and kept telling me stories. Her voice was so good that I didn’t want to wake up.”
Did he know that she was telling him stories?
What? So it was her fault that he only woke up now.
Lu Shaoming held the storybook on the bedside table in his hand. He flipped through a couple of pages and frowned. “Is this your hobby?”
This storybook was very old. It was full of love stories about men and women. Ning Qing loved to read it.
But this was obviously not interesting to the man; with his superior upbringing, it was probably his first time being exposed to such a book. His evaluation of the book was written on his face – vulgar.
“Give it back to me!” Ning Qing grabbed the storybook like it was her treasure. Her thin face flushed red as she muttered, “Don’t look down on this book, you’ve listened to it for eight-days and woken up to it.”
Looking at the girl hiding the storybook under her pillow, Lu Shaoming reached out to touch her head lovingly, but before he could touch her, his sight went black and he had a severe headache.
Lu Shaoming frowned and gently rubbed his temples.
As soon as Ning Qing turned around, she saw that the man was slightly in pain and tired. She was shocked. She held Lu Shaoming’s pale face in her two small hands and asked with concern, “Shaoming, what’s wrong with you and where does it hurt? Don’t frighten me.”
Lu Shaoming suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and held her in his arms. He kissed her delicate tender neck and laughed, “Can this trick you too? Look, I caught you.”
Ning Qing breathed a sigh of relief. She looked sideways and kissed the man’s charming sideburns. She said to him, displeased, “Shaoming, don’t frighten me like this next time. I’m so afraid that something will happen to you.”
“Alright.” Lu Shaoming nodded. “Rest assured, nothing will happen to me, I will always be with you. Ning Qing, I’m a little hungry. Go back and cook for me. I want you to cook for me personally.”
Hearing that he was hungry, Ning Qing quickly let go of him, she kissed his lips, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile. “Then wait for me obediently, Hubby. I will be back soon.”
…
Ning Qing left the ward just as Zhu Rui arrived. After greeting her, Zhu Rui opened the door and saw his president leaning against the bed and frowning while pressing his temples.
Zhu Rui hurried up and asked, “President, what’s wrong with you?”
Lu Shaoming opened his eyes, and he wasn’t too emotional. He lifted the blankets and got out of bed. “Nothing serious. Just a headache. Let’s go and get an x-ray.”
Half an hour later, the results came, and the attending physician looked grave as he said, “Young Master Lu, according to the results, there is a very small shadow near the brainstem. Considering that you were hit by a car, it is possible that a very small glass shard made its way into your head. This situation is very dangerous, and it is better to have it operated on in the near future.”