Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

Han Ruchu waited for the housekeeper and the servant to leave the bedroom before she stopped pretending to look exhausted. She lifted her chin and stared out the window with eyes full of ruthlessness and ridicule.

If she hadn’t seen the message on Qiao Anhao’s phone whilst she was just chatting to her, she never would have pictured that this girl and Lu Jinnian would ever really have dinner together tonight. Or that they would pretend to be husband and wife.

Tonight was Chinese Valentines day... so they were a couple?

Since Lu Jinnian retaliated so mercilessly over his child, how could she just leave it at that? How could a bastard, who was never meant to exist in this world, ever live a peaceful life?

He didn’t let her be happy, nor did he let her son be happy, so he could forget about being happy himself as well!

Didn’t he like Qiao Anhao? All right... Then let him experience how it feels to be stood up by the woman he loves on Valentines day...

At that thought, the corner of Han Ruchu’s lips curved into a chilling smile, and her eyes flickered with the intention to vent her anger. She grabbed her home phone, dialed a number, and pretended to be in a state of panic as she spoke into the phone, "Anxia? It’s me, your Aunt Xu... Qiao Qiao’s been in an accident. When she came up the stairs just now, she bumped into Auntie Yun and fell down the stairs... Jiamu already took her to the hospital... mm... I’m really worried too. It looked really bad... I’m so sorry, for an accident like that to happen here..."

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The assistant had bought Armani’s newest suit in sky blue.

Lu Jinnian was quite pale. With his suit on, he looked tall and handsome, like a prince leaving the castle.

It was only half to six. There was still an hour before Lu Jinnian and Qiao Anhao were due to meet, but his car had already stopped at the entrance of Lijing Pavilion.

To ensure that his confession was romantic and quiet, Lu Jinnian spent a lot of money to book the top floor. When the elevator reached it, the usually bustling Lijing Pavilion was particularly quiet.

The manager escorted Lu Jinnian towards the private room he had prepared for him in advance. As he pushed open the wooden door, he walked around the room and pulled open the curtains to reveal the shimmering night view through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The weather on this year’s Chinese Valentines day was exceptionally good. The stars glistened in the skies, as the moon glowed brightly and the lights from the forbidden city burned splendidly nearby. With the swaying candle lights from the terrace, the scene all around radiated beauty. The aroma from the fresh flowers sent this morning filled the air.

The manager escorted Lu Jinnian in, then retreated. As Lu Jinnian walked up to the terrace, he obeyed common etiquette of the man being on the left and the woman on the right. He sat in the seat on the left, between the large European marble table, the delicate Chinese bellflowers, and the swaying candlelight. He stared at the empty seat in front of him, and his heart started to pound.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time. It was already six forty three. There were forty seven minutes until Qiao Anhao was due to arrive.

Lu Jinnian shut his eyes and looked calm in his seat as he prepared his lines. He mulled over them once more, his hands intertwined in his lap. Because of the sheer force of his grip, his bulging knuckles revealed the nervousness he felt inside.

Seeing how nervous Lu Jinnian was, the assistant, who stood on the side side, wanted to help release some pressure and said, "Mr. Lu, the setting you planned is incredibly romantic."