GBP Chapter 207 What are you thinking?
Chapter 207 What are you thinking?
Chapter 207 What are you thinking?
Lu Qianqian looked at him blankly and sighed inwardly.
How could I not think about these things?
Madam Rong disliked her, Xiao Chengcheng was kidnapped because of her, and Rong Changqing argued with his grandmother because of her. Thinking about it, it seems that all these things were caused by her, as if she had disrupted Rong Changqing's peaceful life.
I do not know how it is.
The more she thought about it, the more anxious and uneasy she felt, afraid that Rong Changqing would abandon her, leave her behind, and discard her.
Just like the feeling of being abandoned at an engagement party, I felt helpless, lonely, and sad again.
If that day ever comes, she will choose to leave on her own.
"Qianqian," Rong Changqing's voice came from beside her ear, "What are you thinking about?"
Lu Qianqian suddenly came to her senses, shook her head and smiled faintly at Rong Changqing in front of her: "No."
"Really?" Rong Changqing asked skeptically, putting his arm around her shoulder and whispering, "Do you want to rest?"
Lu Qianqian thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
What's with this sudden awkwardness? [Is there something missing between these two sentences? The transition feels strange.]
Rong Changqing's gaze lingered on her face, as if he were pondering something.
Lu Qianqian avoided Rong Changqing's gaze, keeping her head down like a child who had done something wrong.
After a while, Rong Changqing sighed helplessly and reached out to rub her head: "Don't think too much, get some rest. You're a patient now."
Lu Qianqian nodded and lay down. Rong Changqing got up, brought a towel to clean her up, and then gently patted her blanket to signal her to go to sleep.
……
"Get out! Since you want to be with this woman, then the Rong family has no descendants like you!"
Grandma Rong, Chairman Rong, Rong Ziqing, and Lu Yalan stood in a row, their faces filled with anger.
Rong Changqing and Xiao Chengcheng were kicked out of the house. Lu Qianqian ran up to them worriedly, only to see that the father and son's faces were filled with anger.
"Get out of here. If it weren't for you, how could my father and I have been kicked out of the Rong family?"
"Qianqian, let's get a divorce."
"Do not……"
Lu Qianqian was so frightened that she sat up in bed, covered in sweat.
Rong Changqing heard the noise and immediately sat up in bed. "Qianqian, what's wrong?"
Lu Qianqian didn't answer him. Instead, she looked at him blankly and was even slightly out of breath.
"Qianqian!" Rong Changqing reached out and hugged her. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Lu Qianqian nodded, still looking at him blankly.
Rong Changqing took a tissue and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead: "What did you dream about? What scared you like that?"
Lu Qianqian suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly. [This is a common mistake. A woman hugging a man gives off a strong, motherly vibe... or it could mean the man is vulnerable and needs comfort... Here, it could be changed to "Lu Qianqian suddenly reached out and hugged his waist tightly," or you could add "burying her head in his chest," which is roughly the idea. You can work out your wording.]
Rong Changqing was stunned. His hands were still in mid-air when he felt her warmth against his chest.
Coming to her senses, Rong Changqing smiled faintly: "Alright, don't be afraid, I'm here with you."
Lu Qianqian nodded, her arms tightening around him as if he would disappear at any moment.
Rong Changqing pulled her out of his arms, and under Lu Qianqian's astonished gaze, he pulled her into his arms again, then turned her to lie on her side on the bed, and said softly, "No matter what happens, I will be by your side, so you don't need to be afraid, and you don't need to be afraid. Dreams are all fake, and they will never happen."
Upon hearing this, Lu Qianqian felt a lump in her throat and her eyes became even redder.
Everyone knows that Young Master Rong is a complete playboy, but only she knows how captivating he can be when he's gentle.
But the more she did this, the greater her sense of guilt became.
Lu Qianqian couldn't sleep all night. Every time she closed her eyes, the terrifying nightmare kept haunting her. When did she start caring so much about Rong Changqing and this family?
She didn't want to leave, nor did she want to be abandoned.
……
The next day, Lu Qianqian appeared in front of Rong Changqing with dark circles under her eyes, and she looked particularly aggrieved.
Rong Changqing had just opened his eyes when he saw this appearance and couldn't help but laugh: "Didn't you sleep all night?"
Lu Qianqian pouted and nodded with a wronged expression: "Mmm."
"Why can't you sleep?" Rong Changqing asked, both amused and concerned. "Is it because of your dream last night?"
Lu Qianqian shook her head and said to him, "It's because you were snoring in your sleep last night, which disturbed me."
Rong Changqing immediately raised an eyebrow, not believing it at all: "Really?"
On the surface, Lu Qianqian nodded solemnly [suspicious is used as an adjective to describe being careful and serious, such as being cautious in attitude, handling things carefully, making decisions carefully, or after careful consideration, but this usage is inappropriate in the context. You can replace it with solemn, because solemn can be used as a noun (solemn, dignified), or it can be used as an adjective or adverb with "de" or "di" to describe a serious appearance or doing things seriously, but I personally think that "serious" is more colloquial and natural], but inwardly she was grinning mischievously: "Yes!"
"Then place a camera next to the bed tonight and listen to see if I snore." After Rong Changqing finished speaking, he reached out and hooked her chin.
Lu Qianqian slapped his hand away and threw back the covers to get up: "Oh, don't bother with all that. Look at my dark circles, that's proof enough! Get up quickly, we're being discharged today!"
As she spoke, she dressed and ran out of bed, intending to use this excuse to cover up the real reason she hadn't slept well the night before.
After washing up, Rong Changqing summoned the doctor. After another examination and confirmation, the doctor nodded and discharged Lu Qianqian from the hospital.
After all, they had only arrived at the hospital yesterday and didn't have much to pack. Rong Changqing even left the discharge procedures to Fa Cai. So the two of them held hands and went home happily.
"Qianqian, spank me. Qianqian, spank me."
As soon as she reached the door, Lu Qianqian heard Wanzi's cheers. She was immediately exasperated: "You stupid bird, can't you learn to say something else?"
"Godmother."
"Mommy."
Two little kids swarmed forward [swarming means rushing over in a group, but the context is not right here, so it should be changed to two little kids suddenly rushing over], hugging Lu Qianqian from the left and right.
Meanwhile, two people with seven whiteboards each held a cannon, and with a bang, rose petals flew everywhere: "Madam, welcome home."
"Qianqian, thank you for saving Zhecheng." Rong Changqing turned around and stood in front of Lu Qianqian, taking a gift out of his pocket and handing it to her. "Afterwards, I still don't want you to do anything as dangerous as that. Take care of your body, okay?"
Lu Qianqian was stunned. She felt touched, surprised, and warmed.
This home gave her so much warmth.
"Mommy, look what gift Daddy brought you!" Little Chengcheng is calling Mommy more and more naturally now; where is the arrogant little boy he used to be?
The chubby boy looked at the gift box expectantly and asked, "Could it be a ring?"
Xiao Chengcheng slapped him on the forehead: "Idiot, the ring is for proposing. My mom married my dad a long time ago!"
The chubby boy touched his forehead, looking aggrieved. His boss was still as violent as ever: "What could it be?"
Lu Qianqian reached out and rubbed his head, both amused and exasperated. The little chubby boy's face was so round and chubby that it looked like someone wanted to pinch it, so whenever Xiao Chengcheng bullied the little chubby boy, he would poke his face or slap his forehead.