Beijing Marriage Entanglement

"Xingci? Where were you just now? I didn't see you."

As Song Qinghui spoke, his eyes kept glancing behind her.

Fearing that Shen Yu would cause trouble again, Lu Xingci quickly pulled Song Qinghui back.

"My stomach isn't feeling well, so I just found a place to sit for a while."

Song Qinghui quickly showed concern.

"Your stomach isn't feeling well? Did you not eat properly at lunch, and your stomach problems flared up again?"

Over the past few years, Lu Xingci has worked incredibly hard.

She was the first to arrive at the company and the last to leave.

During his three years at the company, he helped Song Qinghui expand the clothing market and, in just three years, made it one of the top brands in the clothing industry.

The best-selling items of each season are basically all created by Lu Xingci.

But because of her hard work, she developed chronic stomach problems.

Lu Xingci's value goes far beyond simply being obedient.

This is also an important reason why Song Qinghui, knowing that her mother disliked her, still secretly stayed with her.

He absolutely cannot lose Lu Xingci until he has convinced those stubborn old men in the Song family.

Lu Xingci supported his abdomen with his right hand, his body slightly arched.

"Yes, that should be it. Let's go first; I want to go back and rest."

You can break up anywhere.

But if Shen Yu, this ticking time bomb, is here, the situation will only become more chaotic.

Song Qinghui nodded. "Okay, let's go now."

He helped Lu Xingci back to the restaurant. When they passed Qin Leyao, he politely explained the reason and said goodbye to her.

Back in the car, Lu Xingci finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qinghui started the car and turned his head to look at her.

"How are you? Should we go to the hospital first?"

Lu Xingci's expression suddenly turned much colder, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

"No need, just take me back."

Song Qinghui frowned suspiciously.

Is she angry because we didn't celebrate our anniversary yesterday?

I feel like Lu Xingci is acting strangely today.

Especially just now, even though she had just been to the restroom, she immediately followed Shen Yu when he got up.

It was as if she were going to find Shen Yu.

When did the two of them get so close?

But thinking about how much she loved him all these years, and how she was willing to do anything for him.

Song Qinghui's doubts vanished instantly.

I started the car and drove back to Lu Xingci's apartment building.

He opened the door and got out of the car. When he went around to the passenger side to open the door for Lu Xingci, Lu Xingci had already opened the door and gotten out of the car by herself.

"I'll take you upstairs, and I'll leave once I feel better."

After dating for several years, Song Qinghui knew how much Lu Xingci loved her.

But he always felt that there was an impenetrable wall in Lu Xingci's heart, isolating her from the world.

Otherwise, how could she have dated for several years without ever inviting him upstairs to stay overnight?

Upon hearing this, Lu Xingci pushed away his outstretched hand, her tone cold.

"No."

She took two steps outside as she spoke, but her wrist was grabbed by Song Qinghui the next second.

He rushed forward and embraced her from behind.

"Is she still angry with me?"

I was so busy last night that I completely forgot.

There was a big collaboration to discuss, and I was entertaining clients until late at night.

By the time I remembered, it was already past midnight.

I'm working so hard for our future, and I'm still suffering from a hangover.

Please don't hold it against me, considering how hard I worked, okay?

As he spoke, he took a blue velvet gift box out of his pocket and handed it to Lu Xingci.

"Here, this is for you."

Open it and see if you like it.

Lu Xingci turned his back to Song Qinghui and gave a cold smile.

Cooperation? For our future?

There's no future for them.

Moreover, last night was clearly his childhood friend Qiao Luming's birthday party, yet he still tried to lie to him at this time.

Lu Xingci opened the gift box that was handed to him, turned around and took a step back to create some distance.

"Song Qinghui, let's break up."

Song Qinghui's smile froze, and the hand holding the gift box remained suspended in the air.

He seemed not to have heard clearly, or perhaps he found it unbelievable.

"Xingci, do you know what you just said?"

Lu Xingci took a deep breath and repeated it.

I said, "Let's break up."

Song Qinghui lowered his right hand and smiled slightly.

"Lu Xingci, I thought you were different from other girls."

I didn't expect you to be so dramatic.

Lu Xingci frowned. "What did you say?"

"I just forgot the anniversary, is the ritual really that important?"

"That's not why."

"Why is that? Because of my mom?"

Song Qinghui suddenly raised her voice, and her gaze toward Lu Xingci carried a hint of disgust and impatience.

Explanation turned into criticism and reprimand.

"She has tolerated and tolerated you time and time again, what more do you want?"

I've told you before, it wasn't easy for my mom to raise me. As my girlfriend, isn't it hard for you to be more understanding of her?

How can you be so insensible!

Although Lu Xingci never intended for Song Qinghui to choose between him and his mother.

But she never expected that he would be such a mama's boy.

She had only mentioned breaking up, without saying a single bad word about his mother, yet she was met with such a barrage of accusations.

She was with him for three years, willingly swallowing all the grievances and hardships.

In the end, it turned out she was the one who was immature?

Lu Xingci's eyes unconsciously reddened, and tears welled up in them.

She looked at the man she had loved so passionately for three years with disappointment.

She shook her head. "Song Qinghui, you have disappointed me greatly."

She turned around and pressed the up button.

The elevator doors opened in front of her, but instead of stepping in, she spoke resolutely in a voice loud enough for Song Qinghui to hear.

"You'll see my resignation letter when you get to work tomorrow. Let's not contact each other anymore."

After saying that, she stepped into the elevator, shutting out Song Qinghui's voice from the elevator car.

Basement parking lot.

Song Qinghui frowned suspiciously as he looked at the closed elevator doors.

He and Lu Xingci had been together for several years, and they had argued during that time.

But never before has it been like today.

Lu Xingci never mentioned breaking up with him.

After calming down and reflecting, I realized that I had only been a little serious in my tone.

But was he wrong?

My mother worked so hard to raise me, shouldn't she, as a younger generation, be understanding?

Frustrated, Song Qinghui pressed the up button, wanting to find Lu Xingci and get some answers.

But just as he touched the elevator button, his mother called.

Song Qinghui answered the phone quickly, his tone concerned.

"Hello, Mother, what's wrong?"

"Ah Hui, where are you? I suddenly feel tightness in my chest and can't breathe."

Upon hearing this, Song Qinghui didn't even have time to think before speaking.

"I'll be right back."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qinghui slammed on the gas and drove the car out of the garage.

Lu Xingci should calm down after a good night's sleep tomorrow.

After all, looking at the entire city of Beijing, could she have a better choice than herself?

She was confident that Lu Xingci would calm down and coax her back, just like before, and continue to be her gentle and understanding girlfriend.

Song Qinghui naturally didn't think much more about why Lu Xingci was acting so strangely today.

But when he rushed home, he saw his mother holding a girl's hand, sitting on the sofa chatting without any problems.