She is a drama queen, and the male protagonist of Jue He knelt down to beg to have a child.

Chapter 30 Inside Story
  She put away the sketch and said, "Mrs. Lu, what kind of design do you want? I will write it down and design it for you."

When she spoke again, she was aloof and a designer who only focused on designing, which was consistent with the image Xiao Qi investigated.

But I don’t know why it was so abnormal just now.

Huang Qing, a woman who had noticed the strangeness earlier than Jiang Qingqian, had a pale complexion hidden by her long hair.

The warm little hand pulled her hand affectionately, and she looked into the harmless almond-shaped eyes with a little pity.

This little girl doesn’t know everything yet.

Jiang Qingqian didn't embarrass Huang Qing too much, "The fishtail skirt, don't let the neckline leak, don't have too many jewelry..."

Huang Qing held a pencil in his hand, listened to her opinions, and sketched carefully when the design draft was taking shape.

Before she could ask, Jiang Qingqian glanced at it and said, "That's it."

Huang Qing thanked her and smiled at her, "Then I wish Mrs. Lu the most beautiful bride. After the design is completed, I will notify you to come and accept it."

"As for the required materials, please ask the city lord to arrange a meeting with me..."

When Lu Jingchuan was called, he reluctantly put down his hand that had just finished touching Jiang Qingqian's dimples, and casually replied, "Someone will take over with you." He then gave a serious order: "The sooner the better."

Jiang Qingqian poked his waist, which was so hard that after a few more pokes, his hand felt numb.

"I'll rub it for you." Lu Jingchuan squeezed it a few times in amusement, "You're so squeamish, don't tire yourself next time."

The woman was observing their behavior from the side, her eyes were hot, and she was afraid of arousing suspicion. She raised her head and held back her tears.

After Huang Qing left, the box fell into an eerie silence. Jiang Qingqian waited for one of them to speak first.

But they are all stubborn and refuse to accept weakness.

"Mother-in-law, Jingchuan wants to know what happened back then?"

"Who allowed you to call her mother-in-law?"

"Does he have to tell me if he asks me?"

Two voices sounded at the same time. Jiang Qingqian looked at Lu Jingchuan, then at the woman, and snorted three times in anger, "Okay, you are all mean to me, but now it's not mine."

She was holding it in until the ends of her eyes were red, and she looked pitiful and heart-wrenching.

The two of them were still aggressive just now, but their terrifying aura dimmed by five points.

"You want to listen too?" The woman asked Jiang Qingqian uncertainly, "Maybe you will regret it?"

Lu Jingchuan was afraid and held her hand. Jiang Qingqian shook her head affirmatively, "Mother-in-law, tell me, I won't regret it."

After all, she still needs to continue to earn points, gather enough cultivation, and continue to become an immortal.

The woman's joy swept over her and Lu Jingchuan, as if she was envious, "I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals."

"Fifteen years ago, your father and I just got married, and everything was very happy. After three years of marriage, everything was slowly changing. Countless women were obsessed with your father, and they came one after another for no reason. Your father was very fond of me. Always consistent, I believed what he said, but in the fourth year, when I came home early from get off work, he still cheated on me and fell in love with another woman. I have never been able to see sand in my eyes, so I filed for divorce at that time, but your father did not agree. He always said that this was the blood of the family, and there were many things he couldn't explain. As long as he could have a child, he would be able to figure it out. I loved him deeply at that time."

After the woman Yun Danfeng drank a glass of water, she continued: "After you were born, the number of women pestering your father decreased sharply, and there were no more women. I thought everything would return to normal, but he never broke up with that woman. He lost contact and fell in love with that woman."

The woman smiled lonely and charmingly, "I want a divorce. He used marriage to trap me, but he went out to eat. How could I let him go? Since he can do it, why can't I? Is it because I am a woman?"

Lu Jingchuan's blood surged. He picked up the cup and poured it on the face of the woman across from him. "Don't think that because your father has passed away and there is no evidence of his death, you can just throw dirty water on him."

The woman smiled sadly, then cried, "Didn't he often take you to Teacher Mo Mo when you were in school? Where was he when you and her daughter were doing homework?"

Like a thunderbolt, it struck Lu Jingchuan on the head. Memories of the past flooded in crazily, and all the past that he had ignored became a complete thread.

"Teacher Momo?"

The woman saw that he seemed to believe him a little, and then said: "Your father was obsessed with art. In order to carve perfect works, he often forgot to eat and sleep. During that time, how much time did he spend on art? He sent you so diligently. Don’t you think it’s abnormal to write a composition?”

The sarcastic voice struck again, "How hateful, he blames all his crimes on me, who knew I was the poor guy."

"But you abandoned me, you followed a man, you didn't want me, that's the truth." The tough tone was more about the longing for maternal love when he was young.

He still couldn't understand how his mother could abandon him so simply when he was born in ten months of pregnancy.

"I never left you."

The woman choked and cried, "Every birthday you have, I send you gifts. I found a job near you. Wherever you are, I will be there."

Jiang Qingqian opened her hand. It was dry and rough. It was not the hand of a noble lady, enjoying it.

"It's your father. He doesn't want to let me go. If I don't escape, I will die."

Lu Jingchuan was stunned by the amount of information in one sentence after another. It turned out that those small lucky moments in the past twenty years were not from heaven, but were man-made.

"Those gifts were prepared by you, not father?"

The woman nodded.

After his mother left, his father became obsessed with art. He not only took care of his own life, but also took care of his father.

He once resented his mother and grew up relying on the gifts his father secretly prepared and the shallow love to support him, but he never thought that he was thanking the wrong person.

Seeing that the timing was right, Jiang Qingqian patted his back and said, "Jingchuan, what you see may not be what you see. You should apologize to your mother-in-law."

Lu Jingchuan gritted his teeth, guilt came over him like a tide, but he still couldn't say it.

Everything in his memory was collapsing. His hatred for his mother had brought him to this point, but in the end, he hated the wrong person.

Jiang Qingqian waved to Ximei, and she helped the woman back to the room first.

Only Lu Jingchuan and Jiang Qingqian were left.

"Qianqian...what should I...do..."

He lowered his head and leaned on her shoulder, showing his most vulnerable side.

Confused, he asked her questions, pious like a saint who needs answers.

The soft little hands lifted his chin and asked gently: "Will we have many futures in the future?"

Lu Jingchuan held her firmly and said, "I will.

"Then we will have a lot of time with my mother-in-law, and she will be with our children, and she will be a grandma..."

Her eyebrows stretched out, extending a gentle and intoxicating light.

"As for those who have passed away, let the meeting go and let yourself go."

Lu Jingchuan's deep black eyes stared at her closely. The empty box and the strong and powerful heartbeat almost drowned him.

(End of this chapter)