I Don’t Want to Be a Widow

The veins on Su Qian's forehead twitched. Feng Tanjiu should have heard the conversation between her and Huo Jingyang just now. Why was this man always so elusive?

However, she didn't have the mood to pay attention to him. She directly walked past him and entered the elevator that had just opened.

The moment the elevator door closed, before Feng Tanjiu's face was completely covered, she could vaguely hear Huo Jingyang's flustered voice, "Why didn't you stop her? I'm not done yet..."

Feng Tanjiu only retracted his gaze when the elevator started to descend. He looked at the gloomy-looking Huo Jingyang and said, "Don't quarrel with her every time you see her. We outsiders should not interfere in the matters between the couple."

"They only have a marriage certificate," Huo Jingyang sneered. "Is there love or something else between them?"

Feng Tanjiu was silent for a moment. His handsome face revealed a sense of loneliness and vicissitudes that did not match his age, "How do you know that there's no love between them? How do you know that Mingxiu doesn't like her?"

"Sometimes, you don't have to say it yourself if you like someone."

"Tsk!" Huo Jingyang snorted. "You make yourself sound like a great Casanova. Aren't you single like me?"

Feng Tanjiu's expression changed slightly. In the end, he shook his head and said nothing.

When Su Qian returned to the seventh floor, Song Baoyi had already walked out of the consultation room. When she saw her, she had a sad expression on her face.

"Qian Qian, where did you go just now? Why didn't you return after such a long time?"

She had come to accompany Baoyi, but she had not accompanied her to see the doctor. She had gone back on her word.

"I'm sorry, I was delayed by something. "

Song Baoyi didn't really want to blame her. "Alright, I'll punish you to get me my medicine later."

"Alright, I'll agree to anything." Su Qian smiled indulgently.

"This is more like it."

***

Feng Tanjiu stood in front of the window and watched Su Qian and Song Baoyi leave. Beside him, Huo Jingyang was smoking. The smell of smoke drifted to the tip of his nose, and he frowned slightly.

"Smoking is prohibited in the hospital."

Huo Jingyang looked incredulous. "Of course, I have the final say in the rules of my family's hospital."

Feng Tanjiu furrowed his brows. He was not in the mood to stay any longer. He picked up his coat and walked out of the office.

He went to Dijing Manor.

To be honest, every time he came to Dijing Manor, he would feel emotional.

Dijing Manor was designed by the most outstanding designer of the century, Lincoln, whom Lu Zhengqing had invited with a huge sum of money. Dijing Manor was not only a manor but also a piece of art.

No matter from which angle or direction, it was beautiful.

The servant told him that Lu Mingxiu was in the study room at the moment. Feng Tanjiu nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. Then, he went to the study room.

He gently knocked on the door, but there was no response. He paused for a moment, then pushed the door open and walked in.

At a glance, he could see the ray of sunlight shining through the window and onto his face, outlining his exquisite and peerless face.

He couldn't help but think of Su Qian's words, "How do you know I'm not after his face?" He couldn't help but chuckle.

This face was indeed enough to attract people like moths to a flame.

Sensing that someone had entered the study, Lu Mingxiu raised his head to look at the person. He didn't say anything and looked down. However, his dark and cold eyes seemed to seal a secret that was worth exploring.

"What's up?"

"I'm here to see how you're doing," Feng Tanjiu said indifferently.

Lu Mingxiu still didn't look up. His handsome face was indifferent and cold. "With Xuanmo here, I won't die."

When he said these words, there was no emotion, not even joy or anger, which made people feel a creepy illusion.

Feng Tanjiu had always known that in terms of ability, Lu Mingxiu was no less capable than Lu Zhengqing. It was just that he chose to work in the entertainment industry to avoid suspicion.

After all, Lu Zhengqing was his elder brother from a different mother. If Mingxiu also entered Huanyu Group, the Lu family would probably be in a bloodbath and fall apart, which was not something Mingxiu was happy to see.

He took a few steps forward and saw a large piece of unfinished calligraphy in front of Lu Mingxiu. The handwriting was bold and vigorous, and it was full of danger and forthright. It was even better than a calligraphy master.

Even though he hadn't finished writing, he could still see the outline of the two words - Su Qian.

He asked curiously,

"Mingxiu, you remember her?"

"No, I just did a simple investigation and found out that she is indeed my wife."

Feng Tanjiu hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you want to recover this memory?"

Lu Mingxiu didn't say anything, making it hard to tell whether he wanted to recover or not.

Feng Tanjiu could not tell what Lu Mingxiu was thinking, but when he remembered his promise to Su Qian, he continued, "Xuanmo said that if there's someone familiar around to stimulate you, you might be able to regain your memory very quickly. If you want to regain your memory, why don't you bring her to Dijing Manor? Maybe you'll remember something if you spend time together?"

Lu Mingxiu pursed his thin lips and chuckled. For a moment, a faint fragrance seemed to linger in the room, but the moment he spoke, his voice was cold.

"What right does she have to live in Dijing Manor?"

"Whether she has the qualifications or not is naturally up to you to decide."

Lu Mingxiu didn't answer. He just picked up the pen and completed the outline of Su Qian's name on the rice paper.

Then, he got up and left the study...

When Feng Tanjiu saw the two words "Su Qian" on the paper, he raised his eyebrows and seemed to have understood.

***

The two of them returned home, and Song Baoyi kept pestering Su Qian to stay with her for a few more days. Su Qian couldn't argue with her and could only agree, but she mentioned that she needed to go back to her apartment to get some daily necessities.

After returning to her apartment, Su Qian skillfully keyed in the password. As soon as she opened the door, the already cramped space became even more oppressive.

The moment she looked up, she saw Lu Mingxiu sitting on the sofa and an unknown man standing beside him.

The man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had a faint smile on his lips. He looked like a spring breeze and looked very harmless.

This was Feng Xuanmo's first time meeting Su Qian. He was obsessed with medicine and had gone abroad to study a long time ago. He had no idea about Lu Mingxiu's secret marriage. If Huo Jingyang hadn't let it slip yesterday, he wouldn't have known until now.

Now that he saw Su Qian, he was even more surprised. This was the first time he had seen someone who was not suppressed by Lu Mingxiu's beauty and aura.

This woman was not simple.

That was his first impression.

Su Qian retracted her gaze, walked straight to Lu Mingxiu, and sat down in front of him. She was already getting a divorce, so she didn't care about her public image anymore.

"What's the matter?"

Lu Mingxiu frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with her actions, but his voice did not fluctuate at all.

"I don't like to do things without a clear reason."

"So?" she raised her eyebrows.

"So, before I regain my memory, I will not sign the divorce papers."

"If you can't recover your memory for the rest of your life, doesn't that mean that we have to keep this all but dead marriage in name for the rest of our lives?" she sneered.

"I don't mind," Lu Mingxiu replied indifferently.

Su Qian wanted to vomit blood. She did mind, okay? She really did mind. She didn't want to be a widow for the rest of her life.

"No way," she refused firmly.