Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

When Qiao Anhao passed Lu Jinnian’s classroom, she was used to glancing through the window and at him sitting with a white shirt at his desk.

At the time, he was in physics. All the students carefully listened to the teacher talking behind the desk at the front. Most were taking notes, all apart from Lu Jinnian, who had his head lowered, a pencil in hand. He was sketching something on a white piece of paper on the desk, sometimes using a rubber.

His classmate who shared his desk noticed he was absent minded in class and tried to peer over at what he was sketching. Who knew that Lu Jinnian’s reactions would be so fast, he took a book and covered his paper.

Their actions suddenly alarmed the teacher, who was giving the class. The teacher called their names out and asked them a question.

The classmate who shared the desk stammered at the question, but Lu Jinnian blinked for a second and then clearly and accurately answered.

The teacher then punished that classmate to stand in front of the blackboard. Lu Jinnian, who had sat down, removed the textbook from his sheet of paper and continued to concentrate on his sketch.

Lu Jinnian back then was far from his mature self that he was now. His youthful features and inexperienced self were full of absent-mindedness back then, but in her heart, she had come to idolize that young image of him. No wonder he was the man she had fallen in love with, even when he was absent-minded, he was so freaking good looking!

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Qiao Anhao waited until the show was over before getting out of bed. She washed her face and then called for takeout. She then went over to charge her phone that was almost out of battery.

The assistant had told her that Lu Jinnian would call her.

Qiao Anhao waited during the day all the way until seven in the evening.

Waiting could really wear down a person’s willpower. Qiao Anhao was so afraid of going crazy from waiting that she started to tidy up the room.

She re-folded all her clothes, then washed some of those that she’d only worn once, and carried them to the balcony to dry one after another. When there were only two pieces left to to dry, her phone finally rang.

Qiao Anhao impatiently ran back into the bedroom. Because she was in such a hurry, she accidentally bumped her leg into the clothes drying rack. She bumped her knees on it so hard, tears came rushing out.

However, Qiao Anhao was not in the mood to check her wound and directly ran over to the sofa. She grabbed her phone, but in the end, it turned out that the call came from Qiao Anxia, not Lu Jinnian.

Qiao Anhao instantly felt glum. She answered the call, greeting "Sis." She then heard the ear-splitting sound of someone singing. She creased her brows and asked, "Sis, where are you?"

"Qiao Qiao? Come out and find me, hurry..." she said in a barely understandable language. She then screamed, straining her voice as she sang, "Do you even love me, do you love me..."

Qiao Anhao held her phone a little further away from her ear, and screamed loudly back, "Who are you with? How much did you have to drink?"

"Just me. I’m with you, Qiao Qiao. That’s not right, just me alone." Qiao Anxia was so drunk, her words weren’t very clear. She even hiccuped when she finished speaking, then continued, "Just me, on my own, at the Royal Palace."

Then, without even hanging up, she continued to sing. This time, no matter how Qiao Anhao tried to ask any questions, she didn’t get a reply.