The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 440: 440: Qing Rang, let's have a baby (second update

Chapter 440: 440: Qing Rang, let’s have a baby (second update

Fifth Hospital.

“Where’s Jiang Zhi?” Fang Lixiang checked the time. “How come she’s not back yet at this hour?”

Zhou Xufang said, “She has important things to do.”

Important things?

Most likely up to no good with someone.

Fang Lixiang: “Xu Fang, are you still drinking the chicken soup?”

“Not anymore.”

“Then I’ll cover it up.”

Fang Lixiang had recently been feeling nauseous at the smell of meat. Oh right, she also had important matters: “I saw a beautiful baby crib. Do you want to go shopping with me for it, Xu Fang?”

“Show me.”

Fang Lixiang fished out her phone proudly, “Isn’t it pretty?”

“The pink one is pretty; I’ll buy that.”

Zhou Xufang’s family already had three baby cribs at home, all pink.

She had absolutely no resistance to any pretty pink items, evident from the increasingly numerous flashy pink items in Jiang Zhi’s dressing room.

Fang Lixiang added the pink crib to the shopping cart. “Shengsheng, do you want one too?”

Lu Sheng laughed, “Are you buying it for me to sleep in?”

Fang Lixiang touched her round belly, “It’s better to be prepared.”

“It’s still early for me.”

Actually, it wasn’t early. The first time Lu Sheng met Zhou Qingrang, she already had it all planned out as to where their children would attend elementary school. The second time she met him, she even thought about where they would be buried in the future.

She was enticed by the two pregnant women and couldn’t resist, “Let me see the baby crib.”

In the end, Zhou Xufang bought a pink one, Fang Lixiang chose a blue one, and Lu Sheng picked a purple one.

That night, Lu Sheng mentioned this to Zhou Qingrang.

“Zhou Qingrang.”

“Mm.”

Zhou Qingrang had just finished showering, still fragrant with shower gel. Lu Sheng moved his press release aside and stood between him and the desk, “I bought a baby crib.”

He took off his glasses, “Is it a gift for Xu Fang?”

“No, it’s for myself.”

He reached out to hold her but didn’t say anything.

Lu Sheng lifted his chin and bent down to peck his lips, “Why don’t you ask me why I bought a baby crib?”

He didn’t ask.

With her lower back against the edge of the desk, Lu Sheng leaned down and wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked at him, her gaze direct and eager, “Let’s have a child.”

After a moment of silence, Zhou Qingrang said, “You’re still young.”

“You’re not young, you’re almost forty. If we don’t have a midlife child, it’ll be an old age child.”

“…”

Zhou Qingrang laughed helplessly, “Do you think I’m old?” He nipped her lip lightly.

Lu Sheng licked her lips and rested her chin on his shoulder, rubbing gently, “No, I just want to have your baby.”

“We haven’t been together for very long,” he kissed her ear gently, his voice as alluring as a spell, “Shengsheng, can we think about kids later, okay?”

“Not good.”

Lu Sheng pushed him away and went to the bathroom.

Zhou Qingrang was left holding nothing, looking at the press release without reading a word. He got up, taking his cane and walking hastily.

“Shengsheng.”

Lu Sheng closed the door, ignoring him.

“Shengsheng.”

“Shengsheng.”

He patiently kept calling her.

“Shengsheng.” He knocked on the door, getting anxious when she didn’t open it, “Are you angry?”

In a pout, Lu Sheng retorted, “Yeah, I’m angry.”

He didn’t know how to coax her, just standing there, clueless.

Idiot!

Lu Sheng opened the door, “Go sit on the sofa.”

Zhou Qingrang watched her for a moment, as if making sure she wasn’t angry anymore. Seeing her with her head down running water, he didn’t sit but stood behind her, watching her cautiously.

It was always like this.

He wasn’t good with sweet words. If he made her angry, he would just silently follow her around.

Lu Sheng pushed a chair to his side, “Sit down.”

“Okay.”

He sat beside her, quiet, obedient, and patient.

Lu Sheng brought a basin of water to his feet, then started taking off his socks.

Zhou Qingrang’s right leg had undergone many surgeries and couldn’t bear the slightest chill, even in the heat of summer he would wear socks.

He caught her hand, “I can do it myself.”

“I’ll apply it for you.” Lu Sheng held onto the hem of his trousers, unwilling to let go, “I’m angry, so you have to listen to me for everything.”

Zhou Qingrang’s leg was littered with scars. In summer, it often swelled and suppurated. He seldom exposed his leg to her, not wanting her to be heartbroken and also out of insecurity.

Fearful of upsetting her further, he let go of her hand and let her be.

Lu Sheng rolled up his trouser leg, wrung out a hot towel, and applied it to his calf, “Does your leg hurt a lot?”

He shook his head, “Not much.”

Lies.

He had already woken up many nights to take painkillers, always behind her back, secretly. When asked where it hurt, he would always say it didn’t.

Lu Sheng didn’t expose his lie, “It looks inflamed.” She was worried, “Should we go to the hospital to check?”

“I’ve already been,” he said.

“How did the doctor put it?”

He tucked the stray hairs behind her ears, slightly bowing his head without looking at her, “It’s nothing.”

He was about to withdraw his hand when Lu Sheng grabbed it. She squatted down and looked up, kissing the back of his hand several times, “Qing Rang, shall we have a baby?” She wheedled softly, “Shall we, hmm?”

Zhou Qingrang couldn’t respond.

He had lied to her. His leg… the condition was very bad.