A strange masculine scent enveloped her. She was startled and quickly pushed away.
"I'm sorry, ah!" Someone tripped under his feet, and Lu Qingqing leaned back.
Fu Qinian quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
At that moment, Fu Qinian experienced an unprecedented feeling of nervousness, panic, and rapid heartbeat...
"Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, I went to the wrong room." Lu Qingqing withdrew from Fu Qinian's arms, turned around and walked out, but it turned out that the direction was wrong.
Fu Qinian quickly pulled her and sent her out of the room.
"Are you hungry? Want to ask the nanny to get you something to eat?" Fu Sinian asked.
"I'm thirsty."
"Oh, then I'll get you water, you wait." Fu Qinian sent Lu Qingqing back to her room, got her a bottle of mineral water from his room, and poured her a glass of warm water.
"Do you want something cold or warm?" Fu Qinian asked.
"Warm." Lu Qingqing said.
So Fu Qinian handed the warm water cup to Lu Qingqing.
The mouth of the water glass was a bit big, and Lu Qingqing's broken hair was dangling on the edge of the cup.
Fu Qinian was afraid that the broken hair would fall into the cup, so he raised his hand to help her tuck the broken hair behind her ears.
Lu Qingqing's face suddenly turned red to the roots of her ears.
"Mr. Fu, it's very late. You should go back and rest."
"You...can you not call me Mr. Fu?" Fu Qinian felt that this title was a bit harsh.
"Then what should I call you?" Although Lu Qingqing could not see her eyes, she could feel Fu Qinian's burning gaze.
"You can call me Qi Nian."
"Pray for good harvest?" Lu Qingqing felt that although it was just a title, it felt weird to call her this way, and she couldn't say it out loud.
"I... don't seem to be used to being called this."
Fu Qinian was slightly startled, a look of disappointment flashed across his face. "I'm sorry, I was rude."
Fu Qinian turned and left. Lu Qingqing didn't know if he was angry.
The next morning, Fu Qinian took Lu Qingqing to see Professor Edward, an expert in hematology, who was an authority in this field.
Edward was good friends with Fu Qinian's father, who watched him grow up.
He had always heard Fu Qinian say that he did not plan to get married, and he thought that the child was already ready to be single.
But today he saw Fu Qinian bringing a girl to see a doctor, and he took great care of her throughout the whole process, especially since the girl was pregnant.
This had to make him think that the child in Lu Qingqing's belly was Fu Qinian's.
Edward said that Lu Qingqing must be given a comprehensive examination before a treatment plan can be determined, but this process will take about a week.
My uncle Qing Wenyuan said that he would have an important art exhibition in New York next week and he must attend it.
Fu Qinian told him to leave Lu Qingqing to him with confidence, and he would definitely take good care of her.
After returning home from the hospital, Fu Qinian asked Sheng Mingxi for a week's leave.
For Fu Qinian, nothing is more important than Lu Qingqing's eyes now.
This made Sheng Mingxi even more confused. What kind of woman could make Fu Qinian, who never took a day off, take a week's leave for her.
My uncle came back from the hospital and left immediately.
Lu Qingqing had a checkup scheduled for tomorrow, so Fu Qinian asked her to go to bed early.
In the middle of the night, a typhoon blew up in Boston. It felt like winter had entered overnight. Lu Qingqing was woken up by the cold.
There was only a thin blanket covering her body, and she curled up on the bed, listening to the strong wind howling outside, and the glass being blown loudly.
At this time, the door of the room opened, and Fu Qinian took his quilt and covered Lu Qingqing's body.
Lu Qingqing suddenly felt less cold.
Because the strong wind had hung up the power lines, the power in the house was out, and the air conditioner was not working. Fu Qinian could only put on his clothes, curl up in the corner of the sofa, and make do with it all night.
As a result, he fell ill with a fever the next day.