Indulging Mrs. Lu
Chapter 89 My Husband is Not Home

Chapter 89: Chapter 89 My Husband is Not Home

He kissed her over and over, constantly changing patterns tirelessly until he was the one feeling dizzy to the point of fainting. Only then did he kindly let her go, vacated the room, and stepped out.

Zhuang Shuqing walked out of the room. The living room lights were on, and there were faint sounds coming from the kitchen. She walked over, and under the light, a tall figure was busy in the kitchen.

They say a man who is focused on his work has the most charm, but she always felt that a man who could also decisively handle home life was truly top-notch. Oddly enough, she didn’t know what kind of luck she had stumbled upon to meet such a man.

Yes, she had also slept with such a man.

Even if they parted ways in the future, she would have no regrets.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Shuqing’s elegant eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a strange feeling gradually rose in her heart.

"Awake?" The man’s voice, deep as aged fine wine, came through, making Zhuang Shuqing guiltily retract her gaze.

"Yes."

"Go to the living room and pack up the luggage."

Luggage?

With confusion, she walked to the living room, and after seeing the contents there, she was shocked. She returned to the kitchen, "Lu Jinyang, why is my luggage here?"

"I went and got it."

Zhuang Shuqing looked towards the living room again, only then noticing her keys on the table. It was clear Lu Jinyang had used her keys to pack her luggage while she was sleeping.

After some struggle, she decided not to bother anymore. She would secretly move out once her hand recovered; a few more days wouldn’t hurt.

In just a few days, a subtle change occurred in their relationship.

On the third day after she moved into Lu Jinyang’s house, something unexpected happened.

That morning, Zhuang Shuqing got up from the floor bed to open the door, thinking it was Lu Jinyang who might have forgotten the keys while returning from buying breakfast.

She casually tidied her hair, opened the door, and was so scared by the person outside that she immediately closed it.

Leaning against the door, Zhuang Shuqing was completely awake and scrambled back into the room to change clothes.

Meanwhile, the knocking continued.

After resting for two days post-surgery, Tan Biyang refused to lie in bed any longer. Remembering the look of disgust in Lu Jinyang’s eyes that day, she decided to make one last effort.

Who knew, when she gathered the courage to visit his home, she would find him harboring a beauty, and it was that reporter!

Jealousy and hatred fiercely assaulted her, she knocked on the door again, feeling almost insane.

In the room, Zhuang Shuqing quickly got ready, then went back to the living room and opened the door, showing a sweet smile she thought charming: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

She is looking for whom?

Seeing the harmless, innocently smiling woman in front of her, Tan Biyang was so infuriated she laughed, "I’m looking for the owner here."

"Oh, sorry, my husband is not at home. What’s your name, I’ll tell him when he returns."

Hearing Zhuang Shuqing calling him "husband", Tan Biyang blew up, "Who are you? How can you be the homeowner here? And you, don’t you recognize me?"

She flicked her hair, "Stop pretending, we’ve met several times."

Zhuang Shuqing thought to herself: So what if I’m pretending?

During the change of clothes, she struggled but eventually decided to pretend she didn’t recognize her, playing ignorant all the way.

Of course, she was not lying—the homeowner here was indeed her husband, legally too.

"Pretend? Miss, no one says I must recognize every person who comes knocking, right?"

"You~!"

The door was only slightly ajar, just enough to show her face, making it obvious that Zhuang Shuqing did not intend to invite her in.