Lu Xining was surprised, but he quickly came to his senses.
She knew that he was not sincere, but because of Zhang Tingyu's last wish, so she shook her head.
Jin Shaoheng was anxious: "I promised my mother not to divorce, and I will take good care of you in the future."
Lu Xining had no doubts about his sincerity, but this was not what she wanted.
"Jin Shaoheng, you have always been very decisive. Don't lose your judgment just because you are sad about your mother's death."
"But I promised mom, you heard it." Jin Shaoheng said.
Hearing such an answer, Lu Xining felt bitter and reminded: "What should Lin Qingyue do? She is still pregnant with your child."
Jin Shaoheng was silent.
Lu Xining understood that the relationship between childhood sweethearts is not so easy to let go.
Because I understood this, I never resented him even if I couldn't love him in the past. If not, it was probably because of cheating in marriage.
Even if he and Lin Qingyue fell in love before they got married, she couldn't accept it.
"Jin Shaoheng, you have always been decisive, and wavering will only hurt both me and Lin Qing more deeply." Lu Xining said.
Jin Shaoheng only thought that she was unwilling.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and Lin Qingyue appeared and shouted: "Shaoheng."
Jin Shaoheng frowned: "Why are you here?"
"I...I heard that my aunt is gone, and I'm worried about you..." Lin Qingyue explained hesitantly.
It was as if she was worried that she would make him angry if she ran out privately, but because she was worried about him, she was desperate.
How could Jin Shaoheng have the time to figure it out at this time?
"How did you get out?" Are his people so useless now?
"It's Qianya..." Lin Qingyue passed the blame.
Jin Shaoheng didn't know that Aunt Jin had come to the old house again in the two days since he left.
She also risked her life for her daughter, forcing Zhang Tingyu to relent and choose to be private on behalf of Jin Shaoheng.
At the same time, Aunt Jin also agreed to send her abroad and take her back after Jin Shaoheng's anger subsided.
Unexpectedly, Liu Qianya didn't know the seriousness of the matter at all. She only received Lin Qingyue's "concerned" call and couldn't wait to help.
This time she learned wisely and brought along all her family's bodyguards. Both families were related, and Lin Qingyue was pregnant again.
Jin Shaoheng's people knew that she was a woman that the boss cared about, and they didn't want to make too many mistakes, so they had to let her go because of these concerns.
"Cousin." Liu Qianya also ran over at this time, looking like she had no intention of repenting.
However, Jin Shaoheng's sharp eyes still frightened her, and others also became frightened.
Lin Qingyue immediately stood in front of Liu Qianya and acted like a good person: "I begged her. If you want to blame, just blame me."
"What's wrong with me bringing sister Qingyue out? Did she worry about you when she heard that her aunt was there?" Liu Qianya, who was confused about the situation, was still complaining to Lin Qingyue.
In fact, she didn't even know why Jin Shaoheng didn't allow Lin Qingyue to go out.
Jin Shaoheng's face became even more ugly. He only glanced at the bodyguards in the dark, and then several people came out and tried to take him away.
Lin Qingyue was anxious and grabbed his sleeve and said: "Shaoheng, I grew up beside my aunt, let me see her off for the last time?"
"My mother doesn't want to see you." Jin Shaoheng knew this very well.
"But I'm pregnant with your child anyway, doesn't she even want to see her grandson?" Lin Qingyue asked again.
"Do you have to make trouble today?" Jin Shaoheng scolded.
There is a saying that the dead are the most important. The more sad Jin Shaoheng is at this time, the more he will think about the problem from Zhang Tingyu's point of view and his position will become firmer.
Only then did Lin Qingyue realize that he was too reckless and impatient, but when it came to the matter, there was no other way to save it.
"I..." He had no choice but to repeat his old tricks, looking at him pitifully with tears in his eyes, pretending to be innocent.
Although she had long wished that Zhang Tingyu would die early and bury her.
Jin Shaoheng was not soft-hearted, and he had no intention of comforting her at this time.
"Miss Lin." The bodyguard stepped forward to carry out Jin Shaoheng's order.
Lin Qingyue looked at Jin Shaoheng who was indifferent, and then saw Lu Xining who could stand upright beside him, and felt so much hatred in his heart.
But she couldn't pester him any longer. Staying any longer would only make Jin Shaoheng hate himself even more, and in the end she had no choice but to leave with the bodyguard unwillingly.
Because she doesn't want the situation to get too tense, she always leaves some room for a comeback.
But after she took a step, she reluctantly looked back at him, looking aggrieved, fully hoping that he would soften his heart.
At this time, Lu Xining didn't want to watch any more, so he walked towards the mourning hall.
Lin Qingyue saw Jin Shaoheng's eyes following her, feeling secretly resentful, but suddenly noticed a man wearing a funeral parlor uniform approaching Jin Shaoheng.
The strange thing is that he is wearing a hat on his head. Because the vision is too dark, he can't see clearly, but the half of his face exposed has a familiar feeling.
Lin Qing had no time to think more when she suddenly saw a cold light flash in his hand.
Lin Qingyue suddenly felt something bad and shouted: "Be careful!" He pushed Jin Shaoheng away without thinking.
The knife in the man's hand happened to scratch Lin Qingyue's elbow, and then stabbed into her chest.
The man's facial features were reflected in Lin Qingyue's eyes. She looked at him in disbelief, and then fell down weakly.
"Qingyue!"
Jin Shaoheng subconsciously caught her, and at the same time glanced at the assailant's face, which was also full of shock.
Seeing that he had stabbed the wrong target, the man spat on the ground and ran away.
Jin Shaoheng wanted to chase, but Qing Yue grabbed him and shouted: "Shaoheng!"
Jin Shaoheng had no choice but to care about Lin Qingyue first and handed that man over to his bodyguards to chase him.
"He is...he is..." Lin Qingyue said anxiously, as if to remind him, but also as if he was worried about him.
Jin Shaoheng could only hold her hand and comfort her: "I know."
Lin Qingyue knew that he had recognized her, and she didn't know whether to relax or become more nervous. Blood flowed from the wound on her chest, which looked even more shocking.
Seeing this, Jin Shaoheng quickly took off his clothes and held her down, shouting: "Call an ambulance."
"Mr. Jin, I'm afraid it's too late," the special assistant reminded.
Upon hearing this, Jin Shaoheng immediately picked up Lin Qingyue and comforted him while saying, "Qingyue, hold on, we'll go to the hospital right away."
He couldn't care about anything now, because nothing mattered except human life, not to mention that she still wanted to save himself.
Jin Shaoheng carried Lin Qingyue into the car, and the driver drove to the hospital as quickly as possible.
Jin Shaoheng was busy contacting Li Jinghuan and asking him to mobilize the medical team to wait downstairs of the hospital in advance.
"Shaoheng, am I going to die?" Lin Qingyue asked.
"No, I will save you." Jin Shaoheng said.
"Actually, I think it would be nice to die in your arms like this." Lin Qingyue said.
"No nonsense." Jin Shaoheng scolded.
Lin Qingyue had tears in her eyes: "Shaoheng, I thought you would never pay attention to me again."
"Stop talking and save your energy."
Lin Qingyue looked at his face greedily, as if he was afraid that he would never see it again. Then he slowly raised his hand with difficulty and reached towards his handsome face.
When Jin Shaoheng saw this, he could only grab her hand and put it near her face.
Lin Qingyue said: "Shaoheng, do you still remember the first time we met?"
Jin Shaoheng frowned and reiterated: "Don't talk."
Lin Qingyue didn't seem to care, his lips curled up into a smile, and his eyes seemed to go back to the past.
She said: "I still remember it, and think about it often." Maybe it was too uncomfortable and painful, so she paused for a moment before continuing: "You were only 9 years old at that time. Your clothes were stained with blood, and your face was so dirty that you couldn't tell.
Looks like, hidden in a haystack.
Although your eyes are very cold, I just think you are beautiful."
She looked into his eyes: "You haven't changed in all these years. It's this look in your eyes that I can remember in my heart at a glance."