CHAPTER 242: CHAPTER 242: A LI, GOODBYE

"Then I’ll leave the rest to Mr. Li."

As she spoke, she was about to take her leave. Li Li escorted her out of the hospital. It was already autumn. She was wearing a white pullover and jeans, her hair slightly curled, cascading down her waist. She looked very youthful. She naturally appeared quite young, and when not talking about Su Moli and Chu Yunhao, the hostility around her would diminish considerably.

The aura she exuded gave him a very familiar feeling, especially in her every move.

Li Li always wished he could spend more time with her, wanting to explore from where exactly this sense of familiarity arose.

She looked up at him, squinting slightly; it was raining a bit outside, and the sky appeared very gloomy.

"Mr. Li, both publicly and privately, I am very grateful to you."

After she said this, a young man holding an umbrella walked over from the steps, respectfully addressing her as Young Madam.

She bid him farewell and got into the car. From the car, she poked her head out, giving him a charming smile and waving her hand. She said:

"A li, goodbye."

The whole of Li Li felt like he was struck by lightning. Before Su Jin married Chu Yunhao, they met one last time. That day, it was also raining. When he saw her off, he watched her get into the car with his own eyes, and it was the same—from the car window, she poked her head out, smiled at him, and waved, saying: A li, goodbye.

He chased after the car like a madman, but the car gradually drove further away, leaving him, a person who always cared about manners, standing in the middle of the street, looking like a lunatic, his expression terrifying.

Meanwhile, in the car, Qin Miaomiao seemed to realize something and turned her head to look back. Little seventh asked cautiously:

"Young Madam, do you want to stop the car?"

After a long pause, Qin Miaomiao let out a sigh: "No, keep going."

A li, I’m sorry, I am no longer Su Jin, I am Qin Miaomiao, someone else’s wife. Your deep affection, in past and present lives, can only be let down.

When Qin Miaomiao returned home, she had gotten a little wet from the rain, her hair damp. She once again forgot to dry herself before taking a shower, sneezing several times, not caring about it herself.

She hurriedly dealt with some matters. By the time Lu Qing got home, it was already past nine.

He knew she was at home and, after searching the place, found her in the study, working on a computer, apparently....

"Are you writing?"

"Yes, I just got some inspiration and thought of a brilliant novel."

"Oh? What kind of story?"

"A husband-killing case, in which a woman, unable to endure her husband’s abuse, meticulously sets up a murder scene and how she avoids all investigations, ultimately manipulating everyone in the palm of her hand."

.....

He stood in front of her and spoke calmly:

"Are you dissatisfied with our marriage?"

"No."

"Then why?"

Qin Miaomiao laughed and quickly explained: "It’s just a literary idea, nothing to do with reality. Have you eaten? Want to order some takeout?"

Lu Qing ruffled her hair: "Following me, yet I let you eat takeout; that really shows my incompetence."

Ugh....

She willingly let him lead her to the kitchen, watching Luo Qing prepare a western meal for her, steak and pasta.

It was the fastest, after all, Qin Miaomiao often forgot about time when she worked, and her stomach was a little painful due to hunger.

"Husband, your skills are definitely five-star chef level, I must give you a big thumbs up."

Lu Qing smirked slightly and then heard her mutter: "Only a wee bit short of little seventh’s cooking skills."

Lu Qing’s expression stiffened a little. He glanced at her sideways, his tone very flat but his gaze sharp:

"Repeat what you just said again."