Chapter 7: A Tool for Healing
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
From the moment they met, every word they spoke was filled with a cold and heartless tone. At this moment, Lu Mingxiu was really more and more curious about why he wanted to marry this woman.
"Since you insist on a divorce, you must help me recover my memory. Otherwise, I won't sign this divorce agreement. "
"I'm not a doctor. How can I help you recover your memory?" she looked at him in amusement.
Lu Mingxiu's lips curled up, and he said nonchalantly, "Xuan Mo said that if there's someone familiar around to help, so you can recover your memory faster. From today on, you'll live in Dijing Manor."
Su Qian was speechless.
She just wanted to get a divorce. Why was it so complicated?
Moreover, she always felt that Lu Mingxiu, who had lost his memory, had become more domineering than before. Everything he said was unexpected, and it was not easy for others to disobey him.
She had wanted to refuse, but when she thought of Huo Jingyang's words, "You haven't been to Dijing Manor, have you?" she had to admit that she more or less minded.
She agreed.
"Alright," he said.
No matter what, she would not lose out.
Before she went to Dijing Manor, she sent a message to Song Baoyi,"
Baoyi, I'm sorry. Something came up at the last minute, so I can't accompany you.
Song Baoyi saw the message and looked at the table full of food. She pursed his lips and looked aggrieved.
Song Yixiu, who was sitting across from her, couldn't help but want to tease her, "Who made you unhappy? I will help you vent your anger, okay?"
"Hmph!" Song Baoyi snorted coldly. "Brother, you're a hopeless case."
Song Yixiu was confused.
His younger sister's thoughts were so difficult to deal with recently...
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Su Qian finally saw Dijing Manor as Huo Jingyang had mentioned. She couldn't help but sigh.
"Lincoln's design is indeed extraordinary. "
Feng Xuanmo looked at Su Qian in surprise.
Lincoln had retired for many years and rarely showed his face. Anyone who did not major in architecture would not know Lincoln.
Su Qian's words really made him look at her in a new light.
More importantly, the manor covered an area of nearly 3000 square kilometers. If anyone else saw it, they would definitely be surprised, but she did not have any reaction. It was really unknown whether her acting skills were too good or if she was naturally cold, and nothing could affect her emotions.
When Lu Mingxiu heard this, he couldn't help but look at Su Qian for a while longer, but he quickly looked away.
When the butler saw Su Qian behind Lu Mingxiu, he was completely stunned.
The young master had never liked women entering Dijing Manor, so there was not even a female mosquito in the manor.
He suppressed the shock in his heart and asked carefully, "Young Master, who is this?"
Lu Mingxiu's eyes flashed with a hint of a joke, "She's a tool for treating illnesses. "
The butler was perplexed.
He had a look of confusion on his face, but he didn't dare to delay. After all, this was the first time his young master had brought a woman home. He walked over to Su Qian and said respectfully, "What would you like to eat? I'll ask the kitchen crew to prepare it later."
She named a few dishes, "Sweet and sour pork ribs, pickled fish, mapo tofu..."
Lu Mingxiu frowned slightly when he heard this. Su Qian laughed and said, "What's wrong? Are you afraid that you'll be broke?"
"It's fine," he indifferently said.
She didn't even have the self-awareness of a female star, so he naturally couldn't be bothered to remind her.
Su Qian finished all the dishes she had ordered. First, Lu Mingxiu's chef was better than a five-star chef. Second, her daily consumption was very high and she needed to replenish her energy. If others ate like this, they would definitely gain weight, but she wouldn't.
Feng Xuanmo was once again shocked by Su Qian. Was this even a woman? She actually ate more than him, but she didn't look fat at all. She was thin in places that should be thin, and curvy in places that should be curvy. She had a perfect figure.
What kind of monster had Mingxiu married?
He was now more and more curious about Mingxiu's wife, so he said this in a more tactful way.
"This is the first time I've seen a woman who's not pretentious at all."
Su Qian yawned lazily and swept her gaze over her, "You don't have to beat around the bush if you want to say that I eat a lot."
Feng Xuanmo was taken aback. He didn't expect Su Qian to be so direct. After a few seconds, he burst out laughing. She was really interesting and suited his taste.
"Calling you Miss Su sounds too distant. Can I call you Qian Qian in the future?"
She didn't have any objections.
Feng Xuanmo had just called out "Qian Qian" when he felt a chill run down his spine. He turned around stiffly and saw Lu Mingxiu looking at him. There was no emotion in his dark eyes.
He subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
Lu Mingxiu might look gentle and refined on the surface, but only those who were truly familiar with him knew how cold-blooded and cruel he was deep down.
He couldn't tell what Lu Mingxiu was thinking at the moment, so it was wise for him to slip away first. Before that, he dutifully reminded the patient, "Mingxiu, you should try to rest early. After all, you just had surgery a few days ago."
As soon as Feng Xuanmo left, the living room fell silent. Lu Mingxiu's dark eyes kept examining Su Qian. This was the first time she felt uncomfortable.
"Don't forget that we're not divorced yet. You're still my wife. Don't even think about seducing Xuanmo."
Su Qian was speechless.
Lu Mingxiu, who had lost his memory, had not only become cold but also had a venomous tongue. He spoke as if she was a promiscuous woman. How could she bear with this?
"So, if you don't want to be cuckolded, you should quickly sign the divorce agreement."
"Oh?" Lu Mingxiu furrowed his brows. "Other than the divorce agreement, do you have anything else to say?"
"Of course. Which room do I sleep in tonight?"
Su Qian had successfully angered Lu Mingxiu. She put down her teacup heavily and said, "Sleep in the same room as me."
Su Qian was confused.
"Are you kidding me? We're going to get a divorce soon. It's not appropriate for us to sleep in the same room, right?"
Lu Mingxiu's gaze flitted across to Su Qian.
"I told you to stimulate my memory. Since you want to stimulate my memory, then we should live the way we used to. Are you going to deny that we didn't sleep in the same room before?"
Su Qian was speechless.
Not only did they sleep in the same room, but they also slept on the same bed. However, when she thought about how she was going to divorce him, she couldn't convince herself to sleep together again.
"We can sleep in the same room, but we can't sleep on the same bed," she said.
"I didn't say you could sleep on the bed."
He wouldn't let her sleep on the bed. Su Qian's lips twitched. Suddenly, she thought of something and looked at him in disbelief.
"Don't tell me you want me to sleep on the sofa?"
Lu Mingxiu looked down at her with a condescending expression, as if he was saying, "Do you really want me to lower myself and sleep on the sofa?"
Su Qian was speechless.
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