A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Chapter 114 Don't say anymore, I'm panicking.

"You guys...didn't do anything against the rules, did you?" Guan Jing asked worriedly.

Before she brought Kong Yazhen here, Old Lu repeatedly warned her to be wary of this widow and absolutely not let her seduce Lu Congyue.

However, they were relatively reassured about Lu Congyue.

A person who can remain rational and clear-headed even when under the influence of drugs, and who has always been chaste and averse to women, should not be so easily seduced.

"It's none of your business." Lu Congyue repeated, "This is my private matter. Also, what kind of partner you want me to find is none of my business. If you like them, you can have Minister Lu divorce you and marry them. He just happens to like young women."

"You're simply..." Guan Jing's face turned ashen with anger. "I'm your elder, how can you talk to me like that?"

"I acknowledge you as my elder. If I don't, you're just a concubine, a mistress, a worthless piece of trash!" Lu Congyue said coldly.

Guan Jing knew he had a sharp tongue, but she didn't expect that after so many years, his tongue had become even sharper.

Those words were too harsh; she couldn't bear them.

She was a pure and innocent young woman when she was with Lao Lu. They were a legally married couple who had filed for marriage and obtained a marriage certificate. How did it become such an unsavory relationship in his mouth?

Guan Jing was so angry that she burst into tears, but Lu Congyue wasn't having any of it.

"Put away your crocodile tears, Minister Lu isn't here," Lu Congyue said disdainfully.

Guan Jing was so angry she couldn't even cry anymore. She gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, you're amazing, but no matter how amazing you are, you still have to come back to Beijing with me. Your father is in the hospital and his life is hanging in the balance. As his eldest son, you must go to his bedside to fulfill your filial duty! Otherwise, I will report you to the organization for being disrespectful and unfilial as a son."

Lu Congyue's brow furrowed into a deep frown.

He didn't care whether the man lived or died, but he didn't want to get into trouble with this family either.

Lu Congyue could imagine the outcome: as long as Guan Jing went to complain, the organization would definitely talk to him and ask him to return to the capital. Even if he couldn't be by her bedside to fulfill his filial duties, he would have to show up and express his concern.

If the results are the same, he doesn't want to get entangled in trouble.

"Okay, I'll go back," Lu Congyue said in a deep voice.

Guan Jing felt a sense of relief, and the satisfaction of winning back this round made her unable to resist saying a few more words to him: "Lu Congyue, don't do anything reckless. Don't forget that your marriage application hasn't been approved yet. If you get involved with that widow now... your future will be ruined!"

Her only response was the heavily closed courtyard gate.

Guan Jing spat angrily and said loudly, "I've already had someone buy train tickets. The train leaves at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't forget, if I don't see you tomorrow, I'll go to the provincial capital to find your boss."

"I know," came Lu Congyue's impatient voice.

Guan Jing then left, turning back every few steps.

It wasn't that she was reluctant to part with Lu Congyue, her stepson, but rather that she was worried he would be fooling around with that widow in broad daylight behind closed doors.

Speaking of that widow named Zhuang Qingxiang, she was indeed beautiful, with delicate skin that made her look nothing like a country woman.

Guan Jing frowned and walked quickly towards the factory office. She needed to find someone to find out more about Zhuang Qingxiang.

Lu Congyue stood in the courtyard and did not go straight back into the house.

The marriage application wasn't rejected; rather, someone informed Minister Lu in Beijing, and it was suppressed on his orders.

Even if the marriage certificate is approved, so what?

Zhuang Qingxiang doesn't want to get married!

She also doesn't want to have his children!

The thought of this caused Lu Congyue a sharp pain in his heart, so much so that he pressed his hand to his chest and it took him a while to calm down.

He chopped firewood in the yard for half a day, and only stopped when he felt he had enough, washed his hands, and went inside.

Standing at the doorway of the inner room, the two looked at each other in silence.

Having no way to deal with Zhuang Qingxiang, Lu Congyue took the initiative to speak up: "I... have to go to the capital tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Zhuang Qingxiang's eyelashes trembled. "So soon?"

She knew that his stepmother had just come to see him, but she didn't hear what she said clearly.

Her white cat embroidery was almost finished and she could give it to Mr. Ross tomorrow, but he's going to the capital tomorrow...

Lu Congyue didn't want to leave either. He glanced at Zhuang Qingxiang's stomach and felt even more agitated. He paced back and forth a few times, but finally couldn't help but whisper, "Don't take any medicine or do anything reckless. You... you still have to feed the baby. If you really get pregnant, we'll figure something out."

"Don't say anything, it's making me anxious," Zhuang Qingxiang said, biting her lip.

She is now filled with extreme regret.

"Okay, I won't say anything more. Maybe it's not that coincidental." Lu Congyue coughed lightly. "You should stay home and take good care of the children these few days. Those two will come back to Beijing with me and won't bother you anymore."

Zhuang Qingxiang responded, and seeing that Lu Congyue looked hesitant, she asked, "What else is there? Just tell me."

I thought it was something really important, but he just mumbled something like, "When I'm not around, stay away from Jiang Weihai."

Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't help but laugh and quickly covered her mouth.

Lu Congyue protested, clearly dissatisfied: "I'm being serious, how can you laugh?"

His biggest worry was Jiang Weihai.

Whenever Zhuang Qingxiang was with Jiang Weihai, they would chat and laugh, talking more than when they were with him.

What do you call that? You call it having a common language!

It's hard to say that feelings might develop during a conversation.

He was extremely worried.

"Don't go to the cafeteria when I'm not home," he said through gritted teeth. "That father and son surnamed Jiang are up to no good."

Zhuang Qingxiang didn't like hearing these words.

But she was soft-hearted and didn't want to argue with him about it.

Besides, there was no need to argue; she and Jiang Weihai were just ordinary colleagues, and they had already agreed on that long ago.

Lu Congyue didn't believe her, so she didn't bother to say anything more and just coaxed him.

"I understand," Zhuang Qingxiang said softly. "Go ahead and do your work without worrying about me. I've always been fine when you're away on business trips, and it'll be the same this time."

Seeing that her expression and tone had softened, Lu Congyue moved closer and sat down next to her, saying in a low voice, "Things are different now than before. Now I think about you."

Zhuang Qingxiang felt a warmth in her heart. This man's words were now as sweet as honey, unlike his previous serious and intimidating demeanor.

Zhuang Qingxiang turned her head and smiled at him, then leaned over and gave him a reassuring kiss: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

Lu Congyue stared at her intently, feeling extremely irritated.

Why can't such a gentle and obedient woman marry him?!

Thinking about it, he reached out his hand again, but Zhuang Qingxiang patted him, signaling him to stop fooling around.

Lu Congyue was a little embarrassed, but insisted on not taking his hand back.

He couldn't stop thinking about her whenever he saw her, and he wanted to touch her whenever he touched her. Even just touching her little hand would satisfy him. He couldn't control himself at all.

What is self-control? I have absolutely no idea!

"Yueyue will be out of school soon, and I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning," he complained softly.

Zhuang Qingxiang softened her heart and let him have his way.