Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Staying with My Wife with My Life
Lu Hualiang’s eyes held a hidden ferocity.
“If you want to move out, then move. Nobody’s keeping you here!” he said coldly, glancing at Xia Weibao.
He seed so eager to sever ties, as though he was the one longing to be involved with her.
Ignoring Xia Weibao, Lu Hualiang stood up and walked into the bathroom.
He turned on the faucet directly, letting cold water cascade down upon him.
Thinking that he would get better? No chance!
In the room, Xia Weibao wore a look of confusion.
All she’d said was that she wanted to move to the guest room, not that anyone was keeping her—why did he suddenly turn so hostile?
She couldn’t figure this man out.
Her Majesty the Empress was not one to look for trouble. She placed Lu Hualiang’s dicine on the bedside table and then dove under the covers to sleep.
The next day, Xia Weibao was awakened by the doorbell to find a familiar face before her eyes.
“His Majesty…” she murmured, sowhat dazed.
Was it her emperor?
Lu Hualiang slowly opened his eyes, and a powerful oppressive aura enveloped the room instantly.
“Who are you calling?” he asked.
His cold voice made Xia Weibao snap back to reality; this man was Lu Hualiang, not her Dog Emperor.
“Nothing,” she replied, her tone turning cold as she then got up to freshen up.
Behind her, Lu Hualiang’s expression grew darker.
Who had she just been calling?
That sorrowful look, the lingering tone of her voice, clearly pining for soone.
When Xia Weibao ca out of the bathroom, she noticed that Lu Hualiang was glaring at her with displeasure.
She was puzzled. “What are you looking at for?”
“Who were you just calling?” he repeated.
“I wasn’t calling anyone. I was talking in my sleep,” Xia Weibao said casually, walking to the bedside and reaching out to touch his forehead.
“Why do you have a fever again?”
It seed to have improved a lot last night, so why had it worsened by the morning?
“Director Lu, maybe you shouldn’t go to work today. Stay ho and rest,” she suggested.
Lu Hualiang was about to say that he wasn’t that idle; there were a lot of things waiting for him at the company.
But before he could speak, Xia Weibao started talking.
“I’ll prepare so dicine first, and I’ll co back early this evening to check on you.”
Hearing that she would return early that evening, Lu Hualiang imdiately picked up his phone, “Assistant Yang, I won’t be coming to the office today. Handle whatever cos up.”
Xia Weibao gave him a faint smile, “That’s a good boy.”
On the other end of the phone, Yang Li stared at the hanged-up call, completely clueless about what had just transpired.
There were three important etings scheduled for that morning, and just yesterday, his boss had explicitly instructed him to prepare the content.
Why had he suddenly decided not to co?
What about the etings!
After Xia Weibao went to the set, Lu Hualiang started a video conference at ho and the butler brought him the dicine.
Looking at the dark concoction, he expressed clear disdain for it.
But considering that Xia Weibao had personally prescribed it, he took a small sip.
Then he poured the rest away. dicine shouldn’t be taken indiscriminately.
What if he got better?
In the afternoon, Lu Hualiang went to work out for another two hours, followed by dousing himself with a bucket of ice water.
As a result, when Xia Weibao returned in the evening, his high fever had not only not abated, it had flared up again.
After several days of this, Xia Weibao began to doubt her own dical skills.
After all, how could she not cure a simple fever!
anwhile, Boss Lu lay in bed in the master bedroom without a care, glancing at the spot next to him and feeling very satisfied.
Lu Huashan only learned about her brother’s illness several days later.
She called almost gleefully to gloat.
With a tone laced with mockery, she said, “Brother, I heard you’re sick? Been sick for several days? You deserve it, for marrying a vixen!”
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