Chapter 277
Falling For The Contract Bride
Chapter 277 Blessings
Xiao Qingqing started acting hysterically. She shouted at Mu Xiaomu, âWhat do you want? I didnât do
anything to your motherâ¦â After saying that, she ran out of the room in a state of panic. Inadvertently,
she tripped and rolled down the stairs.
Oneâs body must ache if rolled down a dozen steps of stairs. Xiao Qingqing started seeing stars after
the fall. She quickly reached out her hand to touch the bottom part of her body.
She felt some sticky fluid underneath. She took a look and it was blood.
Seeing the pool of blood, she felt weaker and weaker. She then used her last strength to call for help.
â¦
When Lu Jinye arrived at the hospital, Xiao Qingqing was being wheeled out from the ward.
The servant had already explained everything to Lu Jinye.
Mu Xiaomu suddenly went crazy thinking that Xiao Qingqing had killed her mother, so she stabbed her
and pushed her down the stairs. As a result, Xiao Qingqing had a miscarriage.
All the evidence pointed at Mu Xiaomu. There was no surveillance camera in Mu Xiaomuâs room.
Outside of the room, Xiao Qingqing had indeed fallen from the stairs and shed a lot of blood while Mu
Xiaomu was holding a piece of glass fragment in her hand when she walked out of the room.
Mu Xiaomu kept explaining, but her explanation seemed illogical.
No mother on earth would use a miscarriage to gain sympathy and Mu Xiaomu had not been herself
ever since her motherâs disappearance.
Lu Jinye looked at Xiao Qingqing and said, âIâm sorry.â
He apologized on behalf of Mu Xiaomu.
âI hope you could forgive Xiaomu, although I know this is unfair to you.â
After having a close brush with death, Xiao Qingqing opened her eyes to see Lu Jinye in front of her.
At that moment, she felt a sense of ridicule. As expected, Lu Jinye loved Mu Xiaomu so dearly, he even
apologized for her.
Xiao Qingqing showed a pained expression on her face, âDonât blame Xiaomu. Itâs my fault. I shouldnât
have gone to check on Xiaomu. I should have avoided her when she woke up. Who wouldâve thought
she would push meâ¦â
âIs there anything that you want? What requests do you have? Just tell me.â
Lu Jinye looked at Xiao Qingqing. Without waiting for her to finish her sentence, he asked Xiao
Qingqing to make a request.
In an instant, Xiao Qingqing had a faint smile.
âJinye, if I were to marry you, would you like that?â
Lu Jinye stared at Xiao Qingqing in a daze.
Mu Xiaomu had caused big trouble this time. Xiao Qingqing was barren after losing her child.
Lu Jinye was taken aback by Xiao Qingqingâs request.
At last, Xiao Qingqing burst into tearsâ¦
When Shen Mobo arrived at the hospital, he happened to see Xiao Qingqing crying in Lu Jinyeâs arms.
He stood at the end of the corridor and watched them for a long time.
In the end, he turned around and left!
He knew he was late. He was late in Xiao Qingqingâs life. He was late since the beginning.
It was all too late, and there was no turning back.
He could not step forward to tell Lu Jinye the truth.
The truth that the child belonged to him and Xiao Qingqing should belong to him!
But he could not bear to say that. He could only turn his head, quietly got down the elevator, and got
into his car. He lit up a cigarette and smoked for the longest time.
When the cigarette burned out, he sent a text message to Xiao Qingqing, âI give you my blessing!â
â¦
Five years later, in the airport of City A.
A beautiful woman stepped off the plane slowly, holding a cute little boy in her hand.
The little boy who was wearing sunglasses looked charming.
As he looked around at the people around him, he asked, âMommy, are you sure that daddy will not get
angry?â
The woman bent down to carry the little boy in her arms and explained, âDonât worry. I used my friendâs
name to buy the flight ticket. And look at mommy! No one can tell who I am with this hideous makeup.
Your father wouldnât know if he doesnât check the flight schedule.â
âLetâs go. Letâs go around the city where your father lives. Iâm sure weâll have fun!â
The woman sounded excited.
The little boy twisted his body to get out of the womanâs arms. He said, âMommy, I donât want to be
carried anymore. Iâve grown up. I can walk by myself.â
The woman said to the little boy helplessly, âOh well, I know you can walk by yourself. Go ahead then.â
Having said that, she took off her sunglasses to have a good look at the city.
Her skin was as fair as the snow. Wearing a denim jacket, she did not look like a mother at all. She
looked more like a college student!
If it werenât for the little boy holding her hand, no one would believe that she was a mother.
People might even grow jealous of her seeing how handsome the little boy was!
The little boy had lustrous black hair, and he also wore a denim jacket. Unlike the woman who looked
exceptionally sweet, he looked calm and distant.
As the little boy and the woman walked out of the arrival gate slowly, he studied the crowd around
them.
They all have black-colored hair, and they did not have deep eye sockets. They did not have a fit body
nor a sharp nose bridge like the westerners do.
In conclusion, the people here looked a lot like his mother and himself. They did not look like his father
at all.
The little boy frowned and said to the woman, âMommy, my daddy is mixed race. He has deep eyes
and a tall nose. Donât you think that I donât look like daddy at all?â
âAnnï¼â
The woman frowned, âYou donât look like your father because you look like me. You see. Donât you
think that mommy has the perfect oriental look?!â
The little boy frowned even more when she said that, âBut, mommy, my eyes donât look like yours!â
âThatâs enough, Eric. Stop worrying about this matter anymore. Iâm your mother, and your father is your
biological father. Mommy has not been with other men over these years!â
After saying that, the woman carried the boy in her arms and walked hastily.
âAnn!â
In the distance, a woman shook her hand frantically and ran towards the woman.
It was a friend she met online so she could bring them around City A.
The woman hurriedly walked towards her and said, âHello, my name is Ann, and this is my son, Eric.â
When the woman was introducing herself, the gigantic screen in the airport showed a handsome,
serious-looking man, ringing a companyâs listing bell.â