Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

It must of been someone from the Qiao family who tended to the cleaning. The rubbish bin was filled with all types of gift boxes, empty bottles, and fruit peelings. Among the rubbish, he honed in on one place - a bouquet of fresh flowers and an unopened cake with the Black Swan packaging that was probably just thrown out.

From the part of the packaging, you could clearly see that the cake had fallen out of shape. Also, the petals of the beautiful fresh flowers, received in the morning, were scattered on the floor. Some petals were trodden on, and the bronze card was ripped in two, casually thrown on top of the battered flowers.

In that split second, it was like Lu Jinnian’s pressure points were pressed. He stood on the spot without moving an inch. Just like that, the happiness and wonderful image in his heart dissipated in a puff of smoke. No, it was like someone had cruelly slapped him across the face.

He stood on the spot for a long time before striding forward, bending down to pick up the bouquet of flowers.

Indeed, the bouquet of flowers was worthless to Qiao Anhao, and to him now, it wasn’t worth much either. But, back then, it cost him the pay from several episodes of filming.

The drizzling rain grew heavier. He wanted to fix up the flowers, as if something like this could calm his scattered heart. But it was no use. The beautiful flowers were far too trampled on. His finger touched the flowers, and the petals fluttered down to the ground. In the end, all that was left in his hand were a bunch of bare stems.

His fingertips trembled for a long while, before picked up the ripped up card and put the pieces together. The words he wrote, "I am happy only with you", fell into his eyes, as the rain smudged the ink.

He didn’t know how long he was there, spaced out, but suddenly there was the sound of a car stopping behind him. Following this came the sound of a car opening, and footsteps stopping behind him. "Sorry to disturb you."

Lu Jinnian composed himself and slowly got up with a hand full of bare stems. He turned around to find the Xu family housekeeper.

The housekeeper didn’t bother to wait for him to speak, but pointed at the car behind him. "Please follow me. Madam would like to see you."

Naturally, he knew that the ’Madam’ the housekeeper referred to was Han Ruchu. Han Ruchu had always hated him to death. What good could there be to see her; he stood on the spot without moving.

The housekeeper wasn’t in a rush, and continued to say, "Madam says, she has something to tell you about Miss Anhao."

"Miss Anhao", the two words were like his weakness that brutally clutched onto his life force. He lowered his eyes and got in the car.

The housekeeper drove him to a private clubhouse, but he was actually brought to the monitoring room.

Only Han Ruchu was in there, dressed very luxuriously. In front of her was a screen showing an enlarged party room. He only needed one look to recognize all of the people there: Xu Jiamu, Qiao Anhao, Qiao Anxia, Zhao Meng, and some other friends he knew.

The housekeeper waited for him to enter before closing the door.

There were only the two of them, he and Han Ruchu, in the monitoring room. He didn’t greet her, but Han Ruchu didn’t mind. She wore an elegant yet arrogant smile, not even bothering to look at him. She shot out the words, "You like Qiao Qiao."

Her words were an affirmative sentence. There wasn’t a even a hint of doubt.