Chapter 130: The Ruse of Injuring Oneself to Win the Enemy’s Trust, Desperately Striving to Return to the Master Bedroom
Chapter 130: Chapter 130: The Ruse of Injuring Oneself to Win the Enemy’s Trust, Desperately Striving to Return to the Master Bedroom
“Baby, I wanted your brother to marry you.”
Xia Weibao, “…”
Should she thank that vixen for saving her from a disaster?
“Shanshan, actually, I’m already married…”
“What?!”
Lu Huashan was shocked, “You got married?”
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“Yeah, in our profession… secret marriages… you know…”
Lu Huashan’s heart shattered into pieces, “Baby, who did you marry?”
“Just an… ordinary person.”
Since they were going to divorce anyway, she didn’t want anyone to know about her relationship with Lu Hualiang.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Huashan felt like life had no more meaning.
Her brother was married, her idol was married.
She was destined not to become her idol’s sister-in-law.
Suddenly, life felt so painful.
Xia Weibao looked at the game she lost, feeling utter despair.
Just as she was fighting the critical last defense, Lu Huashan’s call finished her off.
What was more frustrating was that she got reported; someone claimed she was intentionally feeding the enemy.
Her Majesty the Empress’s face was unbearable to look at.
Was it her fault she couldn’t play well, or that she got killed every time she ventured out?
The more she played, the worse she got; she really wanted to find a master to teach her.
In the guest room next door, Lu Hualiang was holding a glass of red wine, standing on the balcony, turning his head to look at the main bedroom next door.
The more he thought about it, the darker his expression became; indeed, Yang Li was unreliable. To move back into the main bedroom, he still had to rely on himself!
The next day, Boss Lu, who was renowned for being a workaholic, unusually left work early for once, departing at four to go to a private gym.
He worked out for two hours and was sweating profusely.
Then a bucket of ice water came pouring down, drenching him to the bone.
He also soaked in ice water for half an hour before returning home pale-faced.
By the time he got home, it was already eight in the evening.
Upon entering and seeing Xia Weibao sitting in the living room playing games, Lu Hualiang’s already dark complexion became worse.
With a cold snort, he completely ignored Xia Weibao, walking past her without a sideways glance as he went upstairs.
Xia Weibao shivered, turning her head to glance at his retreating figure, thinking, how come he had a chill about him.
At ten o’clock, Director Lu’s painstaking efforts finally paid off as he wished, he started running a high fever.
He reached forty degrees, frightening Housekeeper Fu out of his wits.
They needed to rush to the hospital urgently.
However, Lu Hualiang refused to go and instead called for Xia Weibao.
He hadn’t used this extreme self-harming strategy to go to the hospital.
She was supposed to have medical skills, so it was the perfect opportunity for her to take care of him.
This way, moving back into the main bedroom would be a natural progression.
Housekeeper Fu had no choice but to knock on Xia Weibao’s door.
Her Majesty the Empress was in the midst of a killing spree in the game, about to take down a player.
Just then, someone knocked on the door, and in that moment of distraction, she was killed.
Xia Weibao, “…”
Looking at the game over screen, she suddenly felt a wave of despair.
Then, burning with rage, she ran to open the door and gave Housekeeper Fu an earful.
Housekeeper Fu was embarrassed; her husband was practically burning up with fever, and there she was playing games, seemingly unfazed by the risk of becoming a widow.
“Madam, the master is sick, he’s asking for you to check on him.”
“Sick? What sickness, brain dead?”
Haven’t Lu Hualiang always been brain-dead? What’s the use of her going? Might as well stay a few days at the mental hospital.
The facilities aren’t bad; could be like a vacation.
It’s just that the lunatic neighbor next door isn’t very friendly and likes to wield a knife.
Housekeeper Fu mopped his sweat, “The master has a fever.”
Xia Weibao was stunned, was he really sick?
So, she hurried over to check, and heaven, a forty-degree fever!