Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 762 - 300. [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] The Beginning of the End (4)
Baidu Encyclopedia defines the three words "I’m sorry" as follows: a humble and polite expression of apology, both a verb and a noun.
It probably means that when a person does something against their conscience, they feel uneasy and guilty, feeling sorry for others.
Lin Chu asked Lu Huai’an: Do you need me to say sorry to you?
She probably felt sorry for what she did that night.
Is saying ’sorry’ any use after killing someone?
Lu Huai’an’s deep facial contours were extremely indifferent, he sneered and asked coldly, "If I need you to die, would you?"
The bedroom door was slammed shut by him, although the noise wasn’t loud, Lin Chu could still feel his indifference.
A faint mint scent seemed to linger in the air, mixed with a hint of tobacco.
When did his smoking habit become that severe?
Lin Chu sat on the bed staring at the door for a long time, her gaze unfocused, pondering Lu Huai’an’s question earlier.
Even though she knew it was his aimless sarcasm.
She seriously thought about it.
If one day faced with a life-and-death choice, would she leave the chance to live for him and face death herself?
The answer is: she would.
Lin Chu loves Lu Huai’an very much, so... she would give her life to him.
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When Lin Chu was asleep, Song Jingyuan went to her room to check on her. Because a girl’s room is not too convenient, Lu Zhengmao didn’t go upstairs.
The couple personally visited, one to see Lin Zongjun, and two to set the wedding date.
According to the date of birth on her household registration, Lin Chu had already reached the legal age for marriage.
Originally, Lu Zhengmao thought that the wedding of the Lin family’s treasured daughter shouldn’t be too simple and casual, but Lin Zongjun said that it doesn’t need to be overly luxurious and lavish, just warm and simple.
Because her daughter is marrying a husband to be with for the rest of her life, not the Lu family’s prestigious in-laws.
The youngest daughter’s attitude was a longing for the whole world to know she was going to marry Lu Huai’an, but also not wanting anyone to know.
As her father, he understood better than outsiders.
Mr. and Mrs. Lu expressed no objections.
During the discussion of wedding details, Lu Huai’an spoke little, only responding with a syllable when his parents specifically addressed him.
Sparing in words, his sharply defined features displayed indifference, smoking one cigarette after another, adding a touch of inscrutability.
As if by some unspoken agreement, no one mentioned the incident of Lu Huai’an humiliating Lin Chu in front of everyone that day, as if it never happened.
While sipping tea, Lin Zongjun glanced at Lu Huai’an, who clearly lacked enthusiasm for this marriage, and was slightly displeased, but he did not express it explicitly.
Lu Zhengmao’s firm eyebrows furrowed, and before he could open his mouth to reprimand, Song Jingyuan’s hand covered the back of his hand, shaking her head at him.
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Because the operations of the Lu Family had not yet fully recovered smoothly, with countless large and small matters awaiting Lu Huai’an’s handling, he did not stay at the Lin Family’s for lunch.
After seeing Mr. and Mrs. Lu out, Lin Zongjun stood in the courtyard for a long time, hands clasped behind his back, head slightly lowered, looking pensive.
Amid his black short hair, several strands of white hair had appeared.
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After the servant took care of Lin Chu and she had her medicine, Lin Zongjun went upstairs and knocked on the door.
"Xiao Chu, Daddy’s coming in."
Lin Chu had been lying on the bed for several days, feeling stiff and numb, unable to go out, just standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze.
She only returned to her senses when she heard Lin Zongjun’s voice, responding with, "Okay."
Since she had fully regained consciousness, she hadn’t seen her father.
After Lin Zongjun pushed open the bedroom door, he felt a cool breeze rushing in, frowned and said, "You just got over a fever, why is the air conditioning set so low?"
Speaking as he found the remote controller to adjust the temperature.
Lin Chu pouted, throwing herself into her father’s arms to act cute, "Ah, Dad, don’t frown, it’s so hot in this weather, I just turned it on for a little while, it’s fine."
This bedroom faced the sun, and because she didn’t want to pull the curtains, sunlight poured through the glass into the room, stifling it.
Lin Zongjun embraced his daughter, carefully avoiding the wounds on her back, his eyes filled with undisguised affection, "Xiao Chu..."
"Dad, I’m not blaming you," Lin Chu tilted her head up, a playful smile on her brows, "and it doesn’t really hurt much, I didn’t even cry."
Lin Zongjun knew better than anyone how afraid of pain Lin Chu was.
