Chapter 277 I Want to Be a Real Husband and Wife to You
Lu Hualiang, "..."
He grabbed a pen to calculate the area of the shadow in Director Lu’s heart.
The genuine confession was met with disbelief; his heart was about to rot from the sting.
"Why don’t you believe it?"
Lu Hualiang leaned forward, drawing closer and closer.
Xia Weibao continuously leaned back until she was against the armrest, with nowhere to retreat.
"Lu... Director Lu, please step back."
"You haven’t answered my question yet."
As his face drew nearer and their lips were about to touch, Xia Weibao became frantic.
Just as Lu Hualiang was about to kiss her, she closed her eyes and jerked her head away.
His lips brushed the corner of hers and landed on her cheek.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Lu Hualiang’s eyes.
"Why don’t you believe we are husband and wife?"
"Just a pretend husband and wife, and it was you who made me sign the divorce agreement."
Pew!
A tiny arrow of sorrow shot through Director Lu’s little heart.
Xia Weibao kept her eyes shut, continuing, "You also asked me to properly play the role of Madam Lu for a year, not to harbor any other thoughts, or else you would make me die an ugly death."
Pew!
Another arrow of sorrow hit Director Lu’s little heart.
"You also said you didn’t care for me."
Pew pew pew!
Arrow after arrow, Director Lu’s heart was punctured into a honeycomb briquette.
How he wished he could turn back time and stuff those words back in his mouth...
His hands braced against the sofa, pulling a distance between them, but he did not let her go.
Lu Hualiang’s ears tinged red, and his facial muscles tensed.
She had made it very clear, and if he persisted, it would be a shameless act.
The veins in his hands throbbed twice, as if he were resolute unto death.
"What if... I regret it?"
"Regret what?"
Xia Weibao opened her eyes, somewhat puzzled.
"Regret signing that divorce agreement. Wife, let’s not get divorced. Let’s have a good life together."
It seemed... not so hard to say after all.
There was no one else here, and if he lost face, only the two of them would know.
But little did he know, once a bottom line is crossed, there would never be a bottom line again.
Pride, once cast aside, would leave one as just another face in the crowd...
Xia Weibao was shocked.
In her eyes, Lu Hualiang had always been proud, valuing his self-esteem above everything else, a person who would suffer just to save face.
She never thought he would actually beg with such humility, refusing to divorce.
At that moment, her world was thrown into chaos.
Seeing her stunned, Lu Hualiang moved in closer again, "Wife, I want to be with you... as a real husband and wife..."
He gazed intently into her eyes, his long fingers gently caressing her cheek, then sliding down her neck, past the delicate collarbone, over her slender shoulders, lightly lifting the strap of her dress, and pulling it down.
Xia Weibao snapped out of it and hurriedly pushed him away.
Fleeing for the door, she said, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"Is it that you don’t know, or that you’re too scared to know!"
Lu Hualiang’s roar echoed from behind her.
Xia Weibao, as if terrified by something immense, yanked open the door and dashed out.
The ladies in the secretary’s office exchanged glances; the Main Wife had fallen out of favor!
There was a chance for them!
In the office, Lu Hualiang’s expression was dark.
She was too clever not to see through his intentions.
Feigning ignorance was it because of Fang Lilin?
And her wallet, was there a picture of Fang Lilin inside it?
The image of them in the small forest cabin, disheveled on the same bed, once again surfaced in his mind.
Lu Hualiang closed his eyes, forcing himself not to think about it.
It was a thorn in his heart.