311: 311, Hard Truth (2)

311, Hard Truth (2)

Everyone began to leave the conference room. Lu Zhaoyang got her things, looked up, and found that Xiang Jinxi was still sitting there.0

"President, is there anything else?" she asked curiously.

"You have lost some weight," Xiang Jinxi said with a blank expression.

She indeed looked skinnier than since he last saw her.

"Ahh, that is because I'm wearing less clothing as the weather gets warmer."

She did not expect Xiang Jinxi to say this, which threw her a bit off guard. Her reply sounded unnatural.

Xiang Jinxi faintly said, "I am talking about your face."

Lu Zhaoyang instinctively reached for her cheek. "I got less workout during the winter. But now the weather gets warmer, and I lost some weight from exercising."

She bluffed. Where on earth did she find time to exercise when she had to work like a dog every day?

"If there is nothing else, president, I will leave now."

Xiang Jinxi did not say a thing. So, Lu Zhaoyang left. She felt that there was definitely something wrong with him; he not only came back to work but also began to care about her body weight.

When Lu Zhaoyang got home, she was surprised to find Huo Yunting's car parked just outside her apartment.

She pretended not to see him.

But…

"Lu Zhaoyang," Huo Yunting wound down the window and called out listlessly.

Lu Zhaoyang ignored him, and then she heard the sound of the door opening.

She sped up her pace.

"Your mom has been discharged from the hospital this morning. Would you like to go back and see her?" Huo Yunting could not believe that he would one day use the name of the woman he most despised to ask for time with Lu Zhaoyang.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Lu Zhaoyang halted, turned around reluctantly and walked toward Huo Yunting, who leaned against the car.

"When?"

"We are going to the airport now, and you will see her tonight."

"Then, let's go. I am not going to pack up."

On the way to the airport, Huo Yunting slouched in the seat and got some shut-eye.

It could not have been better for Lu Zhaoyang.

When they got back to Huo's residence, it was already half past eight in the evening.

She ran in and saw Xue Yuming sitting on the sofa.

"Mom."

"Yang Yang, how come you are back?" Xue Yuming tilted her head, looking a little stunned. There was a hint of fatigue under the white skin of her cheeks.

Lu Zhaoyang heart ached when she saw her mother's condition.

Her mother looked frail and had lost weight.

She sat down beside her and asked with concern, "How do you feel now? Is there anything that you feel unwell?"

"I am better now. Don't worry." Xue Yuming patted the back of her hand with a tender affection in her eyes. "It is late now, you should go to eat with your brother first."

"We have had our meals on the plane."

Lu Zhaoyang shook her head gently. She looked at her pale-faced mother and then glared at Huo Yunting. She could not hate him more.

Huo Yunting noticed that. It did not matter. His lips gently arched. "Yawn! I won't disturb your loving mother and daughter moment. I have to go to sleep."

Huo Zhenning was angry with Huo Yunting, and he could not care less about him.

Lu Zhaoyang sat beside Xue Yuming and watched as Huo Zhenning fed her mom porridge.

"Is it cold? How about a blanket on your lap?"

Huo Zhenning loved his wife.

For him, for their children, Yuming had to go through this torment. He told himself that he had to love her and protect her.

"Dear, I am not as fragile as you think. Do I look like a little child in your eyes?" There was a sense of happiness across Xue Yuming's face.

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