Beijing Marriage Entanglement

This house was rented by Lu Xingci.

It has two bedrooms and a living room, with one of the bedrooms used as a studio.

Sometimes, she would bring work home to finish at the company.

After the car came to a stop, Song Qinghui unbuckled his seatbelt, got out, and took the wheelchair out of the trunk.

He pushed the wheelchair toward the passenger seat.

When Lan Jia Hui was there earlier, Song Qing Hui refused when she tried to hug her.

Thinking that there was no one else around, I felt that it wouldn't matter if I carried her out of the car or even upstairs.

But as soon as he reached the door, Lu Xingci opened the car door and got out of the car himself.

She limped down and sat in her wheelchair, holding onto the support.

"Thanks."

Song Qinghui was somewhat displeased, but thinking of the meeting with Jiuli Trade tomorrow, he patiently coaxed her.

"I'm your boyfriend, why are you being so polite with me?"

He smiled and reached out to pinch Lu Xingci's cheek as usual.

This time, however, Lu Xingci didn't give him a chance and maneuvered his wheelchair straight towards the elevator.

"Go upstairs, I have something to tell you."

The garage was bustling with people; it wasn't a suitable place to talk.

Song Qinghui smiled slightly.

Since forgetting the anniversary, Lu Xingci's attitude has become so cold that it feels like he's a stranger.

Although the two had been dating for three years, Lu Xingci had never invited him upstairs.

Now that she's taking the initiative to call him up, it seems her anger has subsided.

Sure enough, she still loved him as much as before.

Thinking of this, Song Qinghui's steps became much lighter.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

He solicitously reached out to hold the elevator door for her.

After she went inside, she stepped inside and stood next to Lu Xingci.

"Did you go out to play yesterday?"

I saw you at the high-speed rail station today, Lan Jiahui.

Did you go out alone or with friends?

Why didn't you reply to my message yesterday? I worried about you all night.

Song Qinghui lowered her eyes, her voice gentle and concerned.

Lu Xingci stared straight ahead, his expression indifferent, showing no intention of paying him any attention.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened, and Lu Xingci stepped out first.

Song Qinghui quickly followed, helped her with the wheelchair, and pushed her to the door.

As Lu Xingci was about to get up, leaning on his wheelchair, Song Qinghui bent down first and picked him up in his arms.

Lu Xingci stiffened and looked at Song Qinghui in surprise.

The latter looked delighted, still maintaining his gentle and gentlemanly demeanor.

"Didn't you just want me to hug you?"

Actually, I've been feeling really bad these past few days because you've been angry with me.

He lowered his head as if to kiss her.

Lu Xingci quickly reached out and pushed him away, shouting in disgust.

"Song Qinghui!"

She had argued with him before and had given him the silent treatment.

Even though he was called away countless times by his mother, by his friends, or by his work.

She wouldn't feel that much disgust deep down.

But at this moment, she truly looked at Song Qinghui as if he were a fly.

Rejected, Song Qinghui's face darkened, and he naturally lost interest.

He straightened up, and after Lu Xingci unlocked the door, he carried her inside.

He placed her on the stool in the entryway, pulled up his trouser leg, and squatted down in front of her.

He lifted her feet with his large hands and took off her black high heels.

Looking at the gauze on my ankle and the red, swollen ankle.

Song Qinghui frowned and sighed.

"You're not short, so why do you always wear high heels?"

"Your sprained ankle is so bad now, is it all better yet? Weren't you just making yourself suffer?"

Lu Xingci found it laughable.

Previously at Qin's Private Kitchen, I clearly saw myself in a wheelchair and that my ankle was wrapped in gauze.

Instead of asking himself what was wrong, his first thought was to question himself: why didn't he go to see him when he was at Qin's Private Kitchen?

Now they're blaming her for spraining her ankle on wearing high heels.

Is it so hard to show concern?

Lu Xingci withdrew his foot, put on his slippers, and limped to sit on the sofa.

She had her back to the entrance hall, her voice cold and distant.

"Sit down, half an hour is enough for us to say everything we need to say."

Song Qinghui was still standing in the entryway when he heard this, and he frowned.

"You really don't want to be with me? And you even have to keep track of time?"

Lu Xingci sneered, too lazy to explain.

After Song Qinghui sat down on the sofa beside her, she slowly began to speak.

"What I told you in the garage that day was serious."

As she spoke, her gaze finally fell on Song Qinghui.

Song Qinghui asked, puzzled, "What is it?"

"About our breakup."

Song Qinghui frowned even more deeply.

He felt the house was too small, so small that he couldn't breathe properly and it felt very stuffy.

He reached out, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.

The frustration in my heart was slightly relieved.

Rest your elbows on your knees and bend over.

He took Lu Xingci's hand with his slender fingers, caressed her pink and white fingertips, and coaxed her softly.

"Are you still angry?"

Didn't I already apologize and explain to you?

Forgetting our anniversary this year was my fault. I promise I'll prepare in advance next year, okay?

He actually really likes Lu Xingci.

She is beautiful, sensible, gentle, considerate, and talented.

Unfortunately, he could give her nothing but love.

For families like theirs, marriage has always been something used for exchanging benefits.

How could I marry someone just because I like them?

Lu Xingci's talent was far less valuable than the resources that flowed through the fingers of the Ruan family.

Lu Xingci glanced at him, forcefully pulled her hand back, her eyes calm and devoid of any emotion.

"Song Qinghui, do you still think I'm just being childish with you?"

I said let's break up, did you understand?

Song Qinghui's brows furrowed, his expression darkened, and his tone suddenly became serious.

"Lu Xingci, do you know what you're saying?"

Unlike his anger, Lu Xingci remained calm throughout.

Too many disappointments and your heart dies.

She once thought that Song Qinghui would be her home, her haven, and her support.

Yet, countless times, he abandoned her without hesitation when faced with a choice.

Now Lu Xingci understands that Song Qinghui is not a safe haven, but a storm that will leave her in a miserable state.

Her heart ached, but she remained calm and composed, speaking as quietly as possible.

"Song Qinghui, you may like me, you may have feelings for me, or you may have even developed feelings for me."

But I don't think you'll choose me over your future, much less me over your mother.

You should know me; I would never stoop to such a lowly position as a mistress for the sake of so-called love.

Go ahead and pursue your bright future, but please don't ruin my life.

I take relationships very seriously; I always date with marriage in mind.

If you're looking for someone to hang out with, then go find someone else. I don't have time for that.

She finished explaining her thoughts in one breath.

Song Qinghui's face visibly darkened.

He moved his lips, about to speak, when Lu Xingci added.

"Also, I have a thing about emotional purity; if it's not the only one, I'd rather not have it at all."