Lu Zhu’s eyes turned red and his voice choked.
"I’m sorry—"
The apology was more than twenty years too late.
Actually, Qiao Nian didn’t know how she had been kidnapped. At that time, she was still too young to remember anything.
However, when she heard Lu Zhu’s words, she suddenly thought of something.
She said gently, "Brother, stop feeling guilty. I don’t blame you. No one has forgotten me all these years. I don’t remember either of you at all. Sometimes it’s a blessing not to remember, isn’t it?"
Lu Zhu’s body stiffened slightly.
"You’re the one in pain. Sigh..." Qiao Nian couldn’t help but sigh.
If she had been able to recover her memories earlier, even if it was just a little earlier, or if she had discovered her background earlier and realized that she was not a member of the Qiao family, she might have gone to find her family long ago.
Fortunately, it was not too late.
"Brother, does your wound still hurt?"
As Lu Zhu listened to Qiao Nian’s voice, he felt her hand caress his back again and again. His uneasy heart gradually calmed down. He couldn’t help but recall his childhood.
When he had done wrong in the past, his father had punished him by making him kneel outside the ancestral hall.
At that time, Sugar was only two years old. She actually climbed over the threshold of the ancestral hall and fell on her butt. But she didn’t cry. She ran toward him.
He picked her up and carefully dusted her off.
That was when Sugar called out to him in her baby voice, "Brother."
Her voice was soft and sweet, and as soon as he heard it, his discomfort vanished.
"Does it hurt?" He lifted his eyes to hers.
"Sugar doesn’t feel pain, brother. Your knees. Does it hurt?"
Lu Zhu looked at Qiao Nian’s exquisite face. Her eyes were filled with tears and guilt.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Mr. CEO, Your Wife is A Hidden BOSS!