Chapter 283 - Finally Getting To Eat Mom’s Dishes
Ning Qing nestled in the man’s arms, looking at him with a pair of innocent eyes. “Hubby, don’t be angry. If I knew in advance that I would be taken by bad people, I would not have dared to run around, but I do not have the ability to predict the future.”
“You still have a valid excuse?” The man’s face was grim.
Ning Qing coquettishly rubbed against him. “Aren’t we all okay? Even if there’s an accident, you can just marry another wife. You, as the Young Master Lu, cannot possibly lack women.”
Before she could finish, a slap immediately landed on Ning Qing’s little buttock.
“Hubby, it hurts…” Ning Qing kicked her feet and pouted her pink lips.
Lu Shaoming bent over and bit Ning Qing’s lips. “Don’t pout. It’s useless to be coquettish now. Marry another woman? If that’s the case, when I lost my memory back then, why didn’t you just find another man? There are so many men who like you.”
The last sentence was full of jealousy.
“Yajing, don’t cry, alright? You’re already so old but still crying like a child.” Lu Dinghua stretched out his hand to wipe away Song Yajing’s tears.
Song Yajing took a deep breath and then put her head on Lu Dinghua’s chest. “Dinghua, was I wrong? I’m so wrong,” she said emotionally.
“Before going to England, you told me you had entrusted Ning Qing to me, but when we were tied up in the cabin, it was Ning Qing who had been taking care of me and encouraging me. I used to dislike Ning Qing so much, but at the edge of the cliff, she had said that she really liked me because I gave her the best Lu Shaoming.
“I’ve seen Ning Qing’s efforts along the way. She is smooth and intelligent, and she can grasp the key point from a small detail. She has a delicate mind. She had saved Yingjie and helped me to open my heart. She has taught me how to be a truly qualified woman. She also has such a deep understanding and relationship with Shaoming. There is no girl like her who could make Shaoming laugh so happily and wilfully in the sunshine.
“But what have I done over the years? I haven’t given any of a mother’s love. I incorrectly believed in Zhou Zhilei and tried to break up Shaoming and Ning Qing. I’m really a fool.”
Lu Dinghua squeezed his wife’s shoulder and said softly, “Yajing, it’s not too late for you to wake up. Shaoming and Ning Qing have not abandoned you. In the future, you will be a good wife, a good mother, and a good grandmother.”
Song Yajing nodded. “Yes, it’s not too late. They are willing to give me a chance to make up for it.”
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After Lu Shaoming had received his drip infusion, they came back from the hospital in the afternoon after they had finished acting lovey-dovey. However, they did not return to the Tea Pavilion Villa, because Song Yajing had asked them to go back to the Lu family villa for dinner.
Upon entering the living room of the villa, Lu Dinghua was just coming out of the upstairs study. “Shaoming, Ning Qing, you are back! Are you in good health?”
“Dad, we’re alright. Where’s Mom?” Ning Qing asked.
Song Yajing came out of the kitchen just then. She did not tie up her hair neatly now. Ning Qing had accompanied her to curl her hair a few days ago. Now she just pinned it up casually. She was wearing an apron and placed the dish in her hand onto the table.
“Shaoming, Ning Qing, are you back? Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner.”
Ning Qing stared and gaped. She went into the dining hall and asked in surprise, “Mom, did you cook tonight? I’ve never tasted Mom’s craftsmanship. It looks delicious.”
Lu Dinghua came over and said with a smile, “Ning Qing, not only have you never tasted it; I have never tasted it either. I get to taste it thanks to you guys.”
“Although I haven’t cooked before, my skills are acceptable,” said Song Yajing, looking at Lu Shaoming, who was still standing in the living room. She smiled gently and waved to him. “Shaoming, what are you still standing about for? Come here and taste the dishes cooked by your mother.”
Ning Qing looked back. The man’s face didn’t fluctuate very much, but he was standing there uncomfortably. Ning Qing hurried over to take his arm, and she dragged him into the dining hall. She smiled with curved eyes and said, “Mom, Shaoming is too touched. He must be crying and weeping in his heart. Finally, he can taste the dishes that his mother has cooked herself.”
Song Yajing was amused. “You witty girl.”
Lu Shaoming quietly pinched the girl’s little hand, indicating — Who asked you to say that!