Lin Yan discreetly said, "You two chat, I'll head in first."
She didn't go far before worrying aloud, "Talk inside, don't catch a cold in this chilly wind."
Most importantly, she didn't want to get sick herself—headache, fever—since she couldn't take any medicine.
Lu Mingxun handed a cigarette to Lu Chenyuan.
Only when Lin Yan wasn't around did Lu Chenyuan accept it.
"Sister-in-law's pregnant, isn't she?"
Lu Chenyuan asked, "Where did you hear that?"
Lu Mingxun replied, "You smoke like a chimney, yet sister-in-law doesn't touch a single cigarette. If she's not pregnant, what then? Don't tell me you're so afraid of your wife that you've quit smoking entirely."
Lu Mingxun still couldn't comprehend how his brother had come to this point—completely under Lin Yan's thumb.
His wife slept in the car, and he couldn't bear to wake her up. He just sat there stupidly, waiting inside the vehicle.
Is this a movie? Like he's taking on a role with a script for a pure-hearted lover.
