Re-engraving the Spring - Chapter 43

Lu Ming would not disappoint Lu Fengshen’s good intentions; he picked up the soup bowl and blew on it, taking a sip.

The taste had not changed, and it could even be said that it tasted better.

He was about to say thank you, but Lu Fengshen turned his head to talk about something else. He approved of Lu Ming’s behavior in accompanying Chi Qiu to the concert and praised him warmly, “Not bad, you look more like a person than before.”

At least now when Lu Ming saw Lu Fengshen, there was even a shocked expression on his face. In the past, Lu Ming would have greeted him expressionlessly.

Lu Ming: “…”

Lu Fengshen was a smart man, he was often on point. After a few words of small talk, he pressed his hand on Lu Ming’s shoulder, “Go wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon.” He stretched his neck and looked around, “Where’s Chi Qiu, is he in the living room?”

“He’s gone to take a bath.”

“Aren’t you accompanying him in the bath?”

“……”

Lu Fengshen had always been a strict and careful person: “I mean, he has bad eyes, what if he falls?”

“No, he still has the ability to take care of himself.” Lu Ming put down the bowl of soup he had drunk, and took a new bowl with his hands, serving up half a bowl of soup from the pot.

Lu Fengshen stepped forward, he about the same height as Lu Ming. He stared at the bowl in Lu Ming’s hand, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled knowingly as if he understood something.

Lu Ming had to explain: “This is Chi…”

“I know, no need to explain.” Lu Fengshen interrupted him, and then asked knowingly, “Is that bunch of roses outside bought for Chi Qiu too?”

“En.”

Lu Fengshen looked at the slightly mild-tempered nephew in front of him and was very relieved. At first, he was against the marriage of Lu Ming and Chi Qiu. Now, he was touched instead.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly well-behaved and quiet Chi Qiu could really warm up Lu Ming’s heart day by day.

He thought that if Lu Ming could really like Chi Qiu, it would be a good thing. Perhaps, Lu Ming’s symptoms would also improve because of this.

Lu Fengshen immediately found a business card from his wallet: “He likes roses. It’s easy to handle. I have a classmate from elementary school who just opened a flower shop. If you send a bouquet a day, he will definitely give you a discount.”

Lu Ming politely refused and replied, “I’m not short of money.”

As long as Lu Fengshen was in a good mood, he would deliberately make fun of Lu Ming. He put away his business card: “It’s President Lu now, you’re not even frugal anymore.”

Even the reticent Lu Ming could not withstand Lu Fengshen’s repeated teasing. He shot back bluntly: “Uncle, if you need me to, I can return the company to you. In this way, grandpa’s soul in heaven might approve of what I’m doing.”

“No, no, no, I’m just kidding. I’ll just be a shareholder and get the dividends…Before your grandfather passed away, he told me again and again to stop messing with the company and just leave it to you properly.”

When it came to the family company, he was deeply concerned about his own shortcomings and stopped the conversation without saying a word, helping Lu Ming to carry the soup out.

Lu Fengshen was a good painter and did not want to inherit the family business at all. Coincidentally, although Lu Ming’s maternal grandfather was a shrewd businessman, his son and daughter were not business-minded.

Not only was Lu Fengshen an excellent painter, but even Lu Ming’s mother, Lu You, was a well-known fashion designer before her mental meltdown.

Her first encounter with Lu Rongtian was in a clothing assignment exhibition in her sophomore year.

Lu Rongtian was a person with no artistic skills, but in order to pursue the beautiful and melancholy school girl Lu You, he did a lot of homework. Even some of his actions created a love story between him and Lu You in the campus circle at that time.

Even Lu Fengshen at that time was fooled by the ‘sincerity’ of this prospective brother-in-law and did not see anything wrong.

A table of meals was brought to the table, and Aunt Zhang, as usual, arranged them according to the clock orientation. Lu Fengshen watched carefully and learned a thing or two. It seemed that he wanted to have more contact with Chi Qiu afterwards.

Lu Ming said, “I’ll go and call Chi Qiu.”

Lu Fengshen politely said, “Take your time, don’t rush him, the dishes are still hot.”

“I know.”

Lu Ming walked straight to the bedroom and saw that the bedroom door was not closed, he should have left it open just now. As soon as he entered, he ran into Chi Qiu holding the bouquet of roses and smelling them again and again, with a sweet smile on his face that even those soulless eyes were stuffed with happiness.

Satisfied, Lu Ming shouted, “Chi Qiu.”

Chi Qiu was startled by Lu Ming that the whole person shuddered, and he staggered back with the flowers in both hands. His eyes quickly reverted to their usual listlessness as he pursed his lips at a loss for words.

Fortunately, Lu Ming always thought in his heart that Chi Qiu was blind and did not find anything wrong at all.

Chi Qiu’s wet hair was still dripping down. Lu Ming stepped forward and picked up a towel, covered his head, and wiped it for him: “I’ll blow your hair.”

Chi Qiu could not care about blowing his hair. He lowered his head and sniffed the rose: “Lu Ming, thank you.”

However, Lu Ming thought, if Chi Qiu had to thank him every time he received flowers, after this, he couldn’t even finish saying ‘thank you’. Lu Ming wanted to directly say that there was no need to thank him, but when he saw the smile on Chi Qiu’s face, his tone softened again unconsciously.

He repeated, “Blow-dry your hair first, don’t catch a cold.”

“En!”

Chi Qiu’s hair was so soft that it seemed weightless in his hand.

Every time Lu Ming blew his hair, he was afraid that his hand would hurt him. Therefore, Lu Ming would be very careful, and occasionally he would put the back of his hand against Chi Qiu’s face, lest the wind would be too hot and scald him.

After many times of practice, Lu Ming’s hair-blowing skills were increasing day by day, comparable to that of a hair salon brother.

Chi Qiu habitually stuck to Lu Ming’s and hugged Lu Ming’s waist.

“You have to be careful with your arms.” Lu Ming reminded him.

Chi Qiu muttered, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He tilted his head and rested his chin on Lu Ming’s lower abdomen and asked, “Lu Ming, did you buy me that bouquet of roses again because it was crushed before?”

“Yes, there is that reason.” Lu Ming bowed his head and his tone was no longer as cold as before, “But since you like it, I will buy it often. Besides roses, what other flowers do you like?”

Chi Qiu didn’t answer directly, but pretended to say, “Buy it often? Then the house is going to be flooded with flowers?”

“Do you not like it?”

If he didn’t like it, Lu Ming wouldn’t buy it.

How could Chi Qiu not know Lu Ming’s temper? He hurriedly shook his head, and got a good deal: “Don’t buy it every day, or else we won’t have enough vases at home.”

“You can buy more vases at home. There is an abandoned flower house in the backyard. I’ll ask someone to clean it up another day.”

Chi Qiu laughed: “Why don’t you ask me to open a flower store?”

Lu Ming graciously said, “It’s not impossible.”

Chi Qiu was shocked, he was only joking: “No no.”

Lu Ming didn’t care if Chi Qiu was joking or not. After all, it wouldn’t cost him much to open a flower shop. After they got married, Chi Qiu hardly used his money, nor did he touch the card he gave him.

Lu Ming’s fingertips absently stroked over Chi Qiu’s cheek and touched Chi Qiu’s chin: “Want me to help you shave?”

Hearing this, Chi Qiu reached out and touched his chin: “It’s been a while since I shaved, is it obvious?”

“It’s not obvious, but you can feel it when you touch it.” Lu Ming took out the razor from the drawer; one hand pinched Chi Qiu’s chin, making Chi Qiu raise his head, “Don’t move.”

Chi Qiu looked at Lu Ming, who was close to him. The heart missed a beat, and he obediently did not move.

The two of them probably forgot about the meal, and Lu Ming also seemed to have forgotten that there was a guest in the living room.

Fortunately, Chi Qiu’s beard had never been much, and it grew slowly, so it can be cleaned up quickly. Basically, Chi Qiu’s razor had a longer shelf life than others’ razors.

In a few minutes, Lu Ming had gone to the bathroom to clean up the razor.

Chi Qiu touched his chin and felt depressed about his little stubble. What would it feel like if he pricked Lu Ming with his stubble? His wonderful idea came from Lu Ming himself. When he first got married, he would always got pricked by Lu Ming’s stubble.

Now that Lu Ming’s company was back on track, Chi Qiu had not met the stubble for a long time.

He got up. Not knowing what he was thinking, he stretched out his hand and hugged Lu Ming who was walking towards him tightly. Chi Qiu stood on tiptoe and rubbed his cheek against Lu Ming’s chin.

When Lu Ming’s face was full of confusion, Chi Qiu laughed: “You must not have shaved this morning.”

“…”

“It’s pricked, Lu Ming.” He criticized warmly, and ‘pecked’ mischievously.

Lu Ming’s palm squeezed Chi Qiu’s shoulder with a slightly heavier force, feeling that he shouldn’t delay any longer: “Uncle is waiting for us in the dining room for dinner.”

Although it was true that it was not the right time to get mushy, Lu Ming’s lack of understanding was a stone hammer.

The author has something to say: I’ll be the first to say it’s so sweet! (orz currently still mutual, the break up is after this, but it has not been updated yet! But rest assured, will reunite soon! After Lu Ming is normal, he doesn’t need to be taught by anyone to chase after his wife (｡ì _ í｡)

T/N: I’m trying to adjust my schedule and see if I can update two chapters a week because I feel like my update has been very slow. I feel sorry for you guys who have been following this novel T_T