Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 133 Kiss in the Rain

Lu Jingming stood upright in front of the tombstone, his gaze fixed on it, his eyes slightly lowered, his expression indifferent.

He knew all too well that it was unfair to bind a woman with marriage and children, but he really wanted to know if Wen Manqing had ever thought of him, even just a little, before she committed suicide.

Why must you end a wrong relationship in such a drastic way?

Or was his very existence a mistake?
Since you gave birth to him, why did you abandon him?

These questions had been lingering in Lu Jingming's mind ever since he learned the truth, and he had yet to find an answer.

After a long while, Lu Jingming sighed softly and placed the flowers in his hand next to the photo.

The woman in the photo has a gentle smile and exudes the dignified air of a well-bred lady.

The sky-blue cheongsam is embroidered with unidentified flowers, each stitch a masterpiece of craftsmanship, the petals dense and full, lifelike and vivid.

Lu Jingming ultimately said nothing, not even a hint of emotion, and simply stared silently at the photo on the tombstone.

Wei Qingsong bowed deeply to the tombstone, a polite smile on her face: "Hello Auntie, I am Songsong. I have never had the chance to visit you. Thank you for bringing Lu Jingming into this world. You can rest assured to entrust Lu Jingming to me. From now on, I will never let him suffer the slightest grievance and will definitely treat him well."

That's what sounded like he'd stolen Lu Jingming's lines.

Lu Jingming slightly turned his eyes, his gaze softening from its stagnant state, and the pent-up frustration in his heart eased considerably.

His praises were the best medicine to heal him.

The two did not linger for long before leaving the cemetery.

"Feeling better now?" Wei Qingsong asked casually, looking at the scenery rushing past the window.

Lu Jingming paused for a moment, then said softly, "I want to go for a walk."

“Okay, I’ll go with you.” Wei Qingsong turned her head and smiled brightly at him.

The car was parked on the side of Binjiang Road.

Lu Jingming held up an umbrella, and the two walked slowly in the rain.

His steps were slow, his gaze fixed on the river, distant and indifferent.

"Lu Jingming." Wei Qingsong suddenly called his name. She looked at the drizzling rain, her eyes as clear as water, and her voice as light as the clouds in the distant sky, "I will always be here."

Lu Jingming stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her.

Their eyes met; his gaze was clear and resolute, while hers was bright and pure, their emotions flowing silently.

Neither of them spoke, and in the silence, a strange power seemed to envelop them.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Lu Jingming softly called her name: "Wei Qingsong".

"Ok?"

"Give me a hug." Lu Jingming's voice was still very soft, with a hint of vulnerability, yet strangely possessing an indescribable allure.

Wei Qingsong paused for a moment, then a smile appeared in his eyes.

She reached out and gently hugged Lu Jingming.

Lu Jingming held an umbrella in one hand and wrapped the other around her slender waist. As he smelled the fragrance of her hair, the gloom in his heart gradually dissipated.

"Songsong, can you hold my umbrella for me?" After a while, Lu Jingming asked softly, his voice low and husky, as if it had some kind of magic.

"Hmm?" Wei Qingsong was puzzled, but still let go of him as instructed and took the umbrella from his hand.

Lu Jingming finally freed his hands, tightened his arms around her, and whispered in her ear, "I want to kiss you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and covered her lips with his.

Her mind went blank, and she let Lu Jingming take what he wanted.

The two embraced, their lips pressed tightly together, as if the world itself were silent.

Rainwater soaked the edge of the umbrella, and the umbrella in my hand gradually tilted, but no one noticed.

Raindrops fell on the umbrella and on their clothes, making a pattering sound, like a beautiful melody.

Under the gray sky, amidst the misty rain, this scene seemed frozen in time.

Raindrops slid down the edge of the umbrella, splashing up tiny ripples. The distant mountains appeared and disappeared in the misty rain, like a dream, a tranquil painting. A light mist rippled on the river, like a fairyland.

Everything was so beautiful it was unbelievable, it was mesmerizing.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Jingming reluctantly let go of her hand.

Neither of them spoke, but their eyes met, filled with deep affection and tenderness.

She inadvertently touched his fingertips, which were icy cold.

"You take this first." Without thinking, Wei Qingsong handed him the umbrella handle, then took off his furry gloves and awkwardly tried to put them on him.

"No need," Lu Jingming said softly. "I can handle the cold, but your hands are more delicate."

"obedient."

The words "gently and softly" made Lu Jingming pause in his action of withdrawing his hand.

“The other one.” Wei Qingsong’s tone was like coaxing a child to get dressed.

Lu Jingming, on the other hand, was incredibly docile, doing whatever she said.

This is a tenderness that others can hardly appreciate.

Wei Qingsong has small hands, so the gloves are naturally small too, making them look somewhat comical on his long, slender palms.

But Lu Jingming didn't mind at all and obediently let her do whatever she wanted.

Finally, she wrapped his hand tightly in her beautiful hands and breathed on it.

Her hands were small and delicate, and the warm touch made him feel dizzy. He recalled the first time he met her, and in his memory, every smile and frown of hers was so beautiful.

The stiff palms seemed to gradually warm up, and the heat spread from the palms to the limbs and bones.

"Let's go." After a long while, Lu Jingming finally uttered a sentence, "The rain is getting heavier."

She stirred up the tranquil spring water in my heart.

If this continues, he's really afraid he won't be able to control himself.

He suddenly thought how wonderful it would be if Wei Qingsong were his wife, then all those bizarre and unconventional fantasies could be realized openly and honestly.

He wanted to possess her, a possession that was called ownership.

Lu Jingming reluctantly withdrew his gaze, his throat bobbing slightly, his eyes deep and intense.

"Mm," Wei Qingsong responded and followed in his footsteps.

The two got into the car.

The car started, and the windshield wipers swept across the windshield incessantly, making a swishing sound.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, pounding against the car windows as if whipping Lu Jingming, but it couldn't stop the thoughts surging in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, remaining calm and not making any out-of-control moves.

He is a rational person.

So, reason led him to ask, "Songsong, when are your aunt and uncle coming back to China?"

"I don't know either, maybe in the last two weeks," Wei Qingsong replied, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She may sometimes be a little slow to react, but she is not stupid; she knows what the question means.

Lu Jingming seemed to find the question a bit abrupt, so he coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment: "Hmm."

Silence returned to the car.

Wei Qingsong gazed at the scene outside the window, her mind racing.

The rain outside the car window, like layers of gauze curtains, enveloped them, blurring their thoughts.

This ambiguous feeling of being neither fully understood nor fully comprehended is what makes people so eager and unable to extricate themselves.

Thank you Qianyi for the reward and monthly pass.

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(End of this chapter)