Does She Look Like the God of Plague?

Lu Zhengqing was an out-and-out brother complex. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with her moving into Dijing Manor, but because of Lu Mingxiu, he could not criticize himself.

She crossed her arms and looked at him in amusement.

"President Lu, don't look at me like that. I'm only moving into Dijing Manor because Lu Mingxiu personally asked me to."

Lu Zhengqing didn't say anything and just looked at her. He knew about their secret marriage back then. Even today, Mingxiu still did something that didn't match his personality because of her even though he had lost his memory. He was really curious what was so special about this woman in front of him to Mingxiu.

"I won't interfere with Mingxiu's decision," he said indifferently. "But if I find out that you're the cause of Mingxiu's injury, don't blame me for being too heartless."

Su Qian was speechless.

This was the second time she had heard this today.

Did she look like the God of Plague? People who got close to her would get hurt?

She suddenly thought of something, and her eyes lost focus for a moment, but they quickly gathered again.

There was only coldness left in her eyes.

"Since you're so worried about him, you should persuade him to divorce me as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, there was a moment of silence, and only the sound of the man's breathing could be heard.

Did she think that he had not tried to persuade Mingxiu? He did not allow them to get married back then, but he thought that with Mingxiu's personality, it was impossible for him to really like a woman. Since he wanted to play, he did not want to make his brother unhappy, so he agreed.

However, when he came to visit today, he found that everything seemed to have changed a little.

Even though his brother had lost his memory, he still had an inexplicable interest in her.

There was an indescribable look in his eyes. She met his gaze and curled her lips, seemingly with a hint of sarcasm.

At this time, a voice came from not far away.

"Zhengqing..."

Lu Zhengqing came back to his senses and saw Lu Mingxiu walking over from a distance. His tensed face relaxed a little.

"I just happened to see Ms. Su, so I just wanted to chat with you. Mingxiu, you don't mind, do you?"

Lu Mingxiu didn't reply, but his gaze fell on Su Qian.

The sun had already set, and the evening glow fell on her body. Her dark pupils seemed to be dyed with a trace of extreme blood.

When he looked at her, she looked back at him at the same time. He could clearly see that in the blood, there was only his figure.

In the silence, for a moment, he suddenly felt that his heart was wrapped in this blood-red color, pulling and falling, unable to escape.

Lu Zhengqing saw that Lu Mingxiu's expression was a little off. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Lu Mingxiu suddenly clutch his heart and stagger a few steps back.

Lu Zhengqing hurriedly went forward to support Lu Mingxiu. He called out to him a few times, but there was no response. His eyes were as cold as a cold lake as he called Feng Xuanmo.

Feng Xuanmo was taking a shower. He frowned slightly when he heard the phone ring, but he still took a bath towel and wiped his body. When he picked up his phone and saw that it was Lu Zhengqing, he answered the call without hesitation.

"Mingxiu has fainted. Come to Dijing Manor immediately."

Feng Xuanmo was speechless.

Everything was fine when they met during the day. He had only gone home to take a shower, so how did he faint?

Wasn't the wound from the car accident recovering well?

The speed at which he fainted was almost as fast as Ms. Lin.

Although he was complaining to himself, he also knew that the blood clot in Lu Mingxiu's brain was a hidden danger.

He changed his clothes and immediately went to Dijing Manor.

Half an hour later, he was done with his checkup. He walked up to Lu Zhengqing, who looked gloomy, and said, "Mingxiu is fine. His sudden fainting is probably caused by the blood clot in his brain."

Lu Zhengqing's gloomy face eased a little when he heard that he was fine, but he did not look relaxed at all.

"During this period of time, you will take care of him personally."

Feng Xuanmo was taken aback.

His lips twitched when he heard the words 'personal care'.

Ming Xiu wasn't a three-year-old child. Was he sure that he wouldn't be sent flying by Mingxiu's palm if he took care of him personally?

However, he didn't dare to refute in front of Lu Zhengqing. He could only weakly reply, "Yes."

Before Lu Zhengqing left, he stopped in his tracks and glanced at Su Qian, who was not far away with her eyes half-closed. He didn't say what he wanted to say.

After Lu Zhengqing left, Feng Xuanmo walked over to Su Qian's side. For the first time, he didn't have that cynical look on his face.

"Su Qian, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask away," she opened her eyes.

"If Mingxiu never wakes up again, what are you going to do? Do you still have to divorce him?"

After a moment of silence, she said, "He just fainted. It's not like he's dying. Besides, you're here. How can he not wake up?"

He could save Lu Mingxiu's body, but he couldn't save his burning heart.

The movement of the blood clot was likely to evoke the memories of the past hypnosis. If he really remembered all of it, he could not predict what kind of ending Mingxiu would have.

"You only know that Mingxiu is the second young master of the Lu family, but do you know that Mingxiu and his elder brother are half-brothers?"

"I didn't."

She had never asked about Lu Mingxiu's family background. The only thing she knew was that he was the second young master of the Lu family. As for other things, she didn't ask or tell him.

Besides, it was just a half-father, which should be considered a common occurrence for the wealthy.

Seeing Su Qian's dispirited look, Feng Xuanmo swallowed the words he wanted to say.

The night at Dijing Manor was eerily quiet.

Su Qian lay on the sofa, tossing and turning. She hadn't fallen asleep the night before, so it was obvious that she had insomnia again.

She was about to find a guest room to rest when she suddenly felt the sofa beside her sink.

She opened her eyes abruptly and saw Lu Mingxiu sitting beside her.

Lu Mingxiu didn't feel guilty at all for waking her up.

He had a dream just now. He dreamed that he was locked in a basement without windows. There was nothing there, no one, not even a light.

He couldn't see or hear anything. He was surrounded by darkness and he seemed to be in the center of this silence.

Just as he was about to break down, he suddenly heard the even and long breathing.

He couldn't help but search for the voice.

At that moment, there was a sense of security that he himself did not notice.

Seeing that she had woken up and was staring at him without blinking, he pursed his lips and only spoke after a long time,

"You're awake? You don't have to care about me. You can continue sleeping."

Su Qian was speechless.

She was a light sleeper to begin with, and now that there was someone watching her, it would be a wonder if she could fall asleep.