Chapter 388 - Let’s Go Home
“Luoxi, Luoxi…” Ning Qing shouted several times in succession, but only the mechanical beep responded.
She quickly dialed Ou Luoxi’s number. This time it was — Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable.
Ning Qing put her cell phone away and looked nervously at the man beside her. “Shaoming, let’s go back quickly. I’m afraid something will happen to Luoxi and Xiaofu.” Luoxi has turned off his cell phone and said that he wants to go where he belongs. I’m afraid that he would close himself up again and go back to the mountains.”
Ning Qing was really worried. This world was huge. Where was the place that Luoxi belonged?
He had left the mountains at the age of 19, returned to the Ou family home, and then entered the entertainment industry, but he said he was not happy at all.
Nothing in this glorious world was what he wanted.
After a long trip, only the deep mountains were his home.
Ning Zhenguo, Yue Wanqing.
Both families’ parents were here.
There were warm and kind smiles on all four faces, and they looked at her one after another.
Ning Qing was a little awkward. Although she knew that Lu Shaoming had fallen under a love spell and that his parents had no choice, she had felt that life was really hard, and she felt wronged at that time.
With that in mind, her nose soured and her head hung down.
“Qingqing…” Then, Song Yajing came forward and held Ning Qing in her arms. She patted her back as she sobbed out tears of joy, “Qingqing, you have suffered grievances during this period. Dad and Mom know. Shaoming has also told us what happened in Miao Jiang. Qingqing, you are so foolish. You’re even willing to throw your life away for Shaoming, but you are also very brave. Qingqing, it is the blessing of the Lu family, for letting Shaoming marry you, and you have also given birth to Little Qinwen for our Lu family. You are really a great Minister of our family. Thank you, Qingqing.”
Ning Qing would not harp on the unpleasant things, and these two old people also had no choice. At this time, as she listened to Song Yajing’s words, she reached out and hugged Song Yajing. “Mom.”
Song Yajing heard that she was still willing to call her Mom. Her eyebrows lifted in glee. She immediately replied, “Yes!”
All the people present laughed, and Lu Dinghua went forward. “Alright, stop crying. Today is a good day of reunion. We’ll remember Ning Qing’s grievances in our hearts and slowly make up for them in the future.”
Yue Wanqing opened her mouth and said with a smile, “Make up for what? One family doesn’t speak two sentences. Everything Qingqing does is what she should do. All we can do as elders are to hope that young people can be well in the future.”
“Yes,” Ning Zhenguo echoed. “They will be well. From today on, Shaoming and Qingqing will be fine.”
Ning Qing lifted her beautiful lips as tears fell from her eyes.
At this time, a rough finger helped her gently wipe her tears away. A man’s voice of tender adoration rang out in her ear. “Don’t cry anymore.”
Ning Qing looked up. Lu Shaoming stood beside her. The handsome face of the man was hidden in the dizzy and dazzling light. He was staring at her with a brilliant and burning glow.
Their parents were laughing. She was the first one to be embarrassed. She gently brushed his hand away, and she backed away, keeping an appropriate distance.
They were in front of their parents, but he did not know how to restrain himself.
Then, there was a baby’s silver-bell like laughter. “Dad…dy… Mummy…”
Ning Qing looked sideways and was surprised. Little Qinwen could already walk. He was wearing a grass-colored T-shirt, light-colored tapered jeans, and his fair and tender feet stepped on the pale yellow carpet without shoes. He was stumbling towards her.
Ning Qing went forward and squatted down, holding her son in her arms.
“Little Qinwen, did you miss mummy?” Ning Qing took a sniff of her son’s fragrance, which was sweet and delicious.
She kissed her son hard. “Little Qinwen, can you walk already? Mummy didn’t even know. Little Qinwen is the best.”
Little Qinwen’s big grape-like eyes were bright and shining. He held his mom’s skirt in his two small hands and dove into mummy’s fragrant bosom while giggling.
Am I the best, Mummy?
If I’m the best then hug me.
Ning Qing held her son tight.
“Qingqing, Little Qinwen suddenly walked a few days ago. Although he walked unsteadily and fell while walking, the more he fell, the more he wanted to walk. He wasn’t afraid of pain at all. Little Qinwen is young but tough. I think he’s like Shaoming,” Yue Wanqing said as she laughed.
Ning Qing didn’t agree when she heard that. Why should all the good traits be from him?
Song Yajing laughed. “I don’t think so. Shaoming was not like that when he was a child. I think Little Qinwen’s toughness is inherited from Qingqing.”
Now Ning Qing was happy. That’s right!
But on second thought, would that man cry when he fell when he was a child?
How embarrassing.
Despise him.
At this time, a hand reached into her arms. Little Qinwen was picked up. “Daddy hugs.”
Little Qinwen was embraced by the man.
Ning Qing had to get up.
Then Lu Dinghua said, “Dinner is ready. Let’s eat.”
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When the family was sitting at the table, Song Yajing thought of a question. “Shaoming, Qingqing, you’ve moved back here, but Little Qinwen needs to be taken care of. How about this: Wanqing and I will take turns taking care of Little Qinwen.”
Ning Qing wanted to express that it was feasible. Lu Shaoming was busy with work. She was also busy with <Lurker> and the wine contest. Little Qinwen needed someone to take care of him.
She was most assured when the two grandmothers were looking after Little Qinwen.
“No, you don’t need to come. I’ll take care of Little Qinwen,” the man said.
Ning Qing was stunned, what?
She looked at the man beside her in surprise.
He would… Take care of Little Qinwen?
Can he take care of a child?
It sounds like an unreliable thing.
Both parents and Ning Qing felt the same and looked at Lu Shaoming with suspicion and distrust. “Shaoming, are you serious? How will a man like you take care of Little Qinwen?”