Entering the study and closing the door, Lu Shengqing was about to sit down when Lan Yuyi threw herself into his arms again, "Shengqing, I'm not dreaming, am I? I missed you so much!"
Lu Shengqing swayed a bit, stretched out his hand trying to push her away, but the more he pushed, the tighter she hugged him. In the end, he could only give up.
He patted her shoulder soothingly, "Yuyi, you've had a hard time. I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you. When I had my accident, I thought I wouldn't survive, so I sent a message to Lingche, asking him to look after you. Now it seems that he took my last words to heart and really took good care of you. So, I don't blame you for falling for him."
Lan Yuyi hurriedly shook her head, crying, "No, it's not like that. I don't like Lingche; it's Lingche who likes me. He insisted on marrying me!"
Lu Shengqing frowned slightly, "Does Lingche really like you? Since when? How come I never noticed?"
