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

Chapter 199 He's not human

As they got closer to the factory gate, the security guards noticed something was wrong and two of them ran out to ask what had happened.

"I ran into some weirdo," Zhuang Qingxiang said irritably.

The two men immediately stepped forward to stop Huang Cuilan.

"What are you doing? Let me go! I'm looking for Zhuang Qingxiang!"

Huang Cuilan shouted anxiously, "Zhuang Qingxiang, stop right there! You can't take my Yueyue away! You can't take her away!"

The heart-wrenching screams were moving. Zhuang Qingxiang involuntarily stopped, turned around to look at Huang Cuilan struggling frantically, frowned, and then walked back.

"Comrade Zhuang?" The two security guards asked, puzzled.

"Thank you for your help. I need to say a few words to her," Zhuang Qingxiang said softly.

"Then we'll wait over there. Just call out if you need anything," the security guard said.

Zhuang Qingxiang nodded her thanks, then quickly helped Huang Cuilan, who was about to kneel down again, and frowned, saying, "Huang Cuilan, if you have something to say, say it properly. If you keep this up, I'm leaving."

Huang Cuilan quickly stood up straight and said urgently, "Big sister, Yueyue is my own daughter. I want to take her away. Don't worry, I don't want money. However, I don't have any money to give you either. I just want my family to be reunited."

Zhuang Qingxiang scoffed, "You're still alive, yet you left her alone at the Qian family's house... You were the one who abandoned her first, so why are you thinking about her now?"

"I didn't! I was just trying to survive!" Huang Cuilan suddenly burst into tears. "Qian Quan is inhuman! He's not human! If I hadn't run away that day, I don't know what would have happened to me..."

As they continued talking, they started badmouthing Qian Quan again, and Zhuang Qingxiang's face darkened further: "Shut up! He's dead, why are you saying these things?"

"Why can't I say it?" Huang Cuilan cried and then laughed. "Big sister, he's not a man. My Yueyue isn't his child, and your child isn't his either!"

Like a bolt from the blue, Zhuang Qingxiang felt as if she were being blasted apart, her anger blazing: "Huang Cuilan, what nonsense are you spouting! You're utterly unreasonable! Get out! Get as far away as you can! Don't ever come looking for me again, and don't ever come looking for Yueyue! I've seen people throw dirty water on others, but I've never seen anyone throw dirty water on themselves and their child! Yueyue isn't even six years old yet, do you want her to be ashamed to show her face for the rest of her life?!"

Zhuang Qingxiang rarely got this angry; she was so furious that she was trembling all over and her voice was shaking.

She glared at Huang Cuilan and turned to walk back.

This time, she didn't soften her heart. She asked the security guards to stop Huang Cuilan and went home furious.

"mother!"

As soon as she entered, Xiao Qianyue sweetly called out and rushed into her arms for a hug. The two little children also giggled and laughed, as if welcoming her home.

Seeing them, Zhuang Qingxiang's anger subsided considerably.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Lu Congyue noticed her expression was off and asked.

Zhuang Qingxiang shook her head: "It's nothing, I just ran into a lunatic."

"It's happened? What's going on?" Lu Congyue's spirits lifted.

"No, it wasn't those people. I already said they're crazy, let's not talk about it." Zhuang Qingxiang shook her head and exhaled a breath of stale air. "Today is Sunday, you're leaving next Friday, right? Have you already arranged your work?"

"That's about it. When I go to the provincial capital to take up my new post, the higher-ups will send a new factory director to take over. I've looked into that person, and he's not bad," Lu Congyue replied.

"Four days... I wonder if those people will even show up..." Zhuang Qingxiang said sullenly.

"Probably," Lu Congyue replied confidently.

That night, after the three children had gone to sleep, Zhuang Qingxiang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep or even lie still.

For some reason, Huang Cuilan's words kept swirling in her mind.

She said Qian Quan wasn't a real man, and that neither of the two children belonged to him...

It's laughable no matter how you look at it!

If it's not Qian Quan, then whose is it?

Even if Yueyue was born to Huang Cuilan and another man, Chenglin was definitely born to her and Qian Quan.

Before Lu Congyue, she only had Qian Quan as a man.

But... she has Lu Congyue now, she knows what men and women are like, and she also knows what men are like at night.

If Lu Congyue is a normal man, then Qian Quan is indeed somewhat abnormal.

He never touched her except on the night she became pregnant with their son.

She had no memory of that night, only that she woke up in the morning with pain all over her body, especially in a certain place. For the next two days, she walked awkwardly and her face was as red as a monkey's bottom.

The more Zhuang Qingxiang recalled, the more horrified she became, her heart pounding so hard she could hardly breathe.

She suddenly stood up, got off the kang (a heated brick bed), and stood there panting heavily.

Will not!

Will not!

She was Qian Quan's wife, he could never do that to her!

What man would willingly let himself be cuckolded?

Zhuang Qingxiang clenched her fists tightly, trying to convince herself, but finally couldn't stay indoors any longer and ran out to the yard to breathe in the fresh air.

Lu Congyue followed closely behind, took his coat and draped it over her shoulders: "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Qingxiang covered his coat, her face pale in the moonlight.

"It's nothing, I just can't sleep," she said dryly.

As for her own speculations, she dared not speak of them.

This is unbelievable, and it's also... disgusting!

Zhuang Qingxiang felt a pang of panic and wanted to cry; her body trembled uncontrollably.

Lu Congyue couldn't bear to watch any longer and pulled the person into his arms: "Are you cold? Why don't we go inside? You've only been feeling better for a few days, don't catch a cold and get a fever again."

His embrace was warmer than his coat, carrying a man's unique strength and warmth that brought a sense of security.

Zhuang Qingxiang buried her face in his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist, and tried to absorb more warmth.

"I'm all better now," she said listlessly.

"Then stay a little longer, three minutes! You have to go back inside in three minutes. It's winter, and it's so cold at night," Lu Congyue said softly.

He knew something was wrong with her, but she wouldn't say anything, so he could only wait.

Zhuang Qingxiang responded and lay still in his arms.

After a while, Lu Congyue reminded her, "Three minutes are up. Are you going to walk back by yourself or should I carry you back?"

In short, we must go inside!

He could feel her body getting colder and colder.

Saying he would take her back was just a way to threaten her. He knew her personality after spending so much time with her, and he figured she would obediently go inside if he said that.

Unexpectedly, the woman in his arms raised her head, her watery eyes reflecting the moonlight, and said softly, "Carry me back."

Lu Congyue's heart skipped a beat and then started pounding rapidly, making his throat tight and his mouth dry.

"good……"

He agreed in a hoarse voice, picked the person up and strode into the house.

As soon as he entered the house and the door closed, she kissed him.

Lu Congyue froze.

What a wonderful day this is, that she's being so proactive?

"Your body..." Lu Congyue asked, struggling to speak.

"It's been fine for a while now," Zhuang Qingxiang whispered near his lips. "Lu Congyue, kiss me."