Lu Xining stayed in the hospital for three days and was discharged after the stitches on his arm were removed.
Back at the Royal Villa, she couldn't stand firm when she got out of the car and almost fell, but luckily an arm caught her.
Jin Shaoheng?
In fact, he had just come back from outside. When he got out of the car, he bumped into her and almost fell to the ground.
"Not yet?" He frowned and looked at her ankle.
"It's much better already -" Lu Xining replied and quickly stood up straight.
Habits have been formed unconsciously, and I am always afraid of taking up any of his thoughts, and I am afraid of making him upset.
Unexpectedly, Jin Shaoheng picked her up and strode directly to the villa.
The sudden move startled Lu Xining again, but thinking of what he said last time, he swallowed his refusal and stayed in his arms obediently.
Whatever he was afraid of, he said he would not have any other thoughts about him.
With this thought in mind, when he entered the house, he saw Zhang Tingyu was there, and he immediately understood the purpose of his attentiveness. It turned out that he was doing it for his mother.
"Mom, why are you here?" He asked knowingly and in a not very welcoming tone.
"Why didn't I know that Xi Ning was injured if I didn't come?" Zhang Tingyu was not polite, completely blaming her son, and put down her phone at the same time.
Jin Shaoheng put Lu Xining on the sofa, and she quickly came over and asked with concern: "Where is it hurt?"
"The minor injury has healed, mom, don't worry." Lu Xining comforted her.
But Zhang Tingyu carefully lifted up her sleeves and shouted distressedly: "You can see blood, is this a minor injury?"
Jin Shaoheng didn't go to the hospital in the past two days. He took a special look when he heard this. There was still some blood on the newly replaced gauze. It can be seen that even if the wound is gradually getting better, it still needs a process.
"It's really okay, Mom." Lu Xining emphasized.
"Okay, how could you be injured?" Zhang Tingyu asked again.
"It's just...accidental." Lu Xining answered vaguely.
Jin Shaoheng looked at her face, but he didn't even have any intention of mentioning himself. Shouldn't he take credit at this time?
However, Zhang Tingyu noticed something and turned her eyes towards her son.
Jin Shaoheng felt guilty and went upstairs directly.
You don't have to think about it, you just go to the study room, you know work every day, and the so-called getting off work is just a change of office environment.
Zhang Tingyu didn't pay too much attention, she just secretly patted Lu Xining's hand and said with satisfaction: "It would have been better if you had done this earlier."
She obviously misunderstood something because Jin Shaoheng had just brought Lu Xining into the house.
Lu Xining wanted to explain, but she didn't know what to say when she opened her mouth. Fortunately, Lu Yuzheng called, clamoring to drink the fish soup cooked by Lu Xining. Although she had a hand injury and was inconvenient, she still made an excuse to go to the kitchen.
Zhang Tingyu looked at her evasive attitude and knew in her heart that the grudge caused by Lin Qingyue would not be easy to get over. But when she thought of the child in her belly, she had to be selfish again.
It would be great if Xining was pregnant, Zhang Tingyu sighed silently.
She left the villa not long after staying, and she also brought some of the soup cooked by Lu Xining (she said it was cooked by her, mostly with the help of Wang Ma).
As the car drove into the old house, Lin Qingyue hurriedly came out of the kitchen wearing an apron.
"Auntie, are you back?" Lin Qingyue asked enthusiastically.
Zhang Tingyu looked her up and down and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I saw that there was nothing to do, so I cooked dinner myself." Lin Qingyue said flatteringly.
Zhang Tingyu heard this but didn't say anything, her attitude was cold.
Lin Qingyue's psychological quality was very good, and he quickly let her go to the restaurant: "Auntie, are you hungry? Try my cooking, they are all your favorites."
"I'm getting older. I eat too much at night and can't digest it." Zhang Tingyu didn't show any respect and was about to go upstairs directly.
"Auntie—" Lin Qingyue, who had been busy all afternoon, was naturally unwilling to give in. He stopped in front of her and looked at her pleadingly.
But no matter how Lin Qingyue acted, her thoughts were clear to Zhang Tingyu, so she didn't like her at all.
Zhang Tingyu simply took out her mobile phone, pulled up the photo she took today of Jin Shaoheng hugging Lu Xining, and handed it directly to her.
"See clearly, they are a very good couple. Don't waste your efforts. I will not change my mind." Zhang Tingyu made her attitude clear again.
When Lin Qingyue saw the photo clearly, her face naturally looked ugly. However, she quickly adjusted her facial expression and defended herself stiffly: "Auntie misunderstood, I have always wanted nothing more from Shaoheng -"
Would you seduce a married man when you have nothing else to do? And get pregnant with a child?
Liar!
Zhang Tingyu was too lazy to talk nonsense to her and went upstairs directly, leaving Lin Qing to secretly grit her teeth in hatred.
Ever since Jin Shaoheng sent her back that day, she had been stared at by Zhuang's mother every day. She couldn't get away even if she wanted to go out, so she could only talk to Jin Shaoxing in private on the phone.
Although she always said she missed him, she revealed intentionally or unintentionally that she hoped he would come see her or take her out.
Jin Shaoheng didn't know whether he was really busy or worried about Zhang Tingyu, but he never came once. Thinking about the photo just now, could it be possible that he was really attracted by Lu Xining?
"Xiaoyan, bring up the hot fish soup that the young mistress brought to Madam." Zhuang's mother called from upstairs.
The servant in the living room responded quickly and carried a thermos bucket into the kitchen.
Lin Qingyue saw that the large table of dishes he had prepared was not as good as Lu Xining's fish soup, and he felt even more disgusted. He simply picked up two plates of food and poured them into the kitchen trash can.
The little maid felt her anger and cowered away in fear.
Lin Qingyue caught a glimpse of the fish soup in the pot out of the corner of his eye, suddenly thought of it, hugged his belly and let out an ouch.
"Miss Lin, what's wrong with you?" the servant asked quickly.
Although she did not want Zhang Tingyu to see her, she was pregnant with the flesh and blood of the Jin family, so the servants naturally did not dare to be too negligent.
"My stomach hurts so much." Lin Qingyue's face was full of pain, as if he couldn't stand.
The servant quickly brought a chair for her to sit on and asked, "Do you want to inform Madam?"
"She's not in good health. Don't disturb her. I'll just sit down and she'll be fine." Lin Qingyue said, and then asked: "Can you go to the living room and help me with the pillow?"
"Okay." The servant didn't doubt that he was there and immediately ran to the restaurant.
When Lin Qingyue saw her leaving his sight, he took out a small packet of medicinal powder from his pocket, sprinkled it into the pot and stirred it.
I thought to myself that I had not made up my mind yet, but this was all forced by Zhang Tingyu.
The servant quickly brought a pillow over and put it on her back, but still asked uneasily: "Is it true that you don't need to tell Madam?"
"It's okay, just take a rest and you'll be fine. Just take a look at the contents of the pot and don't let it burn." Lin Qingyue reminded kindly.
Only then did the servant remember his mission. Seeing that the fish soup was almost hot, he turned off the fire and hurriedly filled it up and took it upstairs...