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Chapter 813: The Empress Comes to Climb into Bed

Chapter 813: Chapter 813: The Empress Comes to Climb into Bed

Speaking to this point, Zhong Wanshu’s eyes became somewhat moist.

Losing Xia Weibao had become her demon.

Afterwards, bedridden and lying there every day, she would recall the incidents of that year over and over—a form of lingering torture for her.

This sin had always tormented her.

But she was a patient, unable even to leave her bed, trapped within four walls, powerless to do anything.

It wasn’t until later, when Lu Hualiang grew up and took control of Lu Corporation, possessing great authority, that she asked him to find the whereabouts of Xia Weibao and her family of three.

The result of the investigation was that Zhang Yi and Ma Xingfeng, after leaving the countryside, had died in a car accident while searching for their daughter.

She felt very guilty. Under the stimulus of her inner demon, her illness worsened, and the doctor delivered the final ultimatum—she had only a few years left to live.

After so many years of suffering from illness, death was a release for her, and she had long viewed life and death with equanimity.

The only thing she couldn’t let go of was the little girl she had lost so many years ago, and the guilt she felt towards Zhang Yi and her husband.

Over the years, she had thought about suicide countless times, thinking it was better to die than to lie in bed so undignifiedly, but it was those feelings of guilt that kept her going.

Without finding Xia Weibao, she wouldn’t be able to rest in peace even in death.

Thus, she blackmailed Lu Hualiang with her death, insisting that he find that child from back then, and marry her.

Initially, when the engagement was made, the idea was if the two children developed affections for each other they would marry, otherwise it would be forgotten.

But the sin in her heart made her disregard her own son’s happiness, wanting only to give the best to that child.

This was her only possible compensation.

Later, Lu Hualiang truly found Xia Weibao, but she had already gone mad.

Lu Hualiang, knowing he was at fault towards Xia Weibao, naturally didn’t dare to tell her the truth, otherwise she would feel even guiltier.

He only told her that Xia Weibao was an artist, concealing the fact about the psychiatric hospital.

Later on, Xia Weibao learned about everything.

It was not until that time Xia Weibao treated her that she came to understand this girl and learned about her past experiences.

Especially the part about being driven insane and sent to a psychiatric hospital, which made her cry all night long.

This child, oh, she had ruined her life.

Luckily, it was still not too late for compensation.

"Baby, when my illness gets a bit better, I’ll accompany you to pay respects to your parents,"

Spoke Zhong Wanshu apologetically. All she could do was to be kind to her, to compensate her.

And it was fortunate that her son was accomplished, having fallen for Xia Weibao; otherwise, her entry into the family wouldn’t have been a happy one.

Zhong Wanshu felt the most correct decision she’d ever made was having her son marry such a good wife.

Lu Huashan had been silent all along. She was completely unaware of these past events.

And it wasn’t her place to interject.

In the master bedroom, Lu Hualiang tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Accustomed to holding his wife as he slept, the sudden solitude left him restless.

It was only in the deep of the night that he finally managed to drift off drowsily, when he suddenly became aware of a faint sound of the door being pushed open.

Then the covers were lifted, and someone slid in.

A soft and fragrant body moved into his arms, tender hands gently climbing over his muscular waist, her unique scent filling his breath.

Lu Hualiang’s lips curved into a smile; he stretched his arm from beneath her neck, pulling her into his embrace.

Indeed, his wife’s soft body was the most comforting to hold.

Xia Weibao snuggled into his chest, leaning dependently against him, sounding slightly muffled.

Lu Hualiang gently kissed the top of her head, as in the darkness of the night, his voice, sensuous as a cello, poured out slowly.

"Didn’t you say you’d sleep in the guest room?" Her sudden return was a true surprise.

"I couldn’t sleep."