Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Chapter 98: Whoever Insults Her, Is My

Enemyll

Translator: 549690339

The incident has been brewing for over two hours on Weibo, and the program team has still not come out to clarify. They’re clearly trying to take advantage of Gu Li to increase their popularity.

Shameless!

Murong Qian grumbled, her eyes flickering. She decided to register an account and compose a Weibo post.

[Miss Mumu: I participated in “Thousands of Gorgeous Female Stars” without receiving a single penny in appearance fees. The so-called high-priced hiring is pure nonsense. Moreover, A Sweet Pear is my younger sister. Whoever insults her is my enemy!]

After sending out the Weibo post, Murong Qian satisfactorily curled her lips and thought, this should be able to help Little Pear, right?

She was hoping that her Weibo post would quickly climb the trending charts.

However, she was thoroughly shocked when, after half an hour, there were no shares, no comments, and not even any views.

What’s wrong?

Has she become irrelevant?

That’s impossible, right?!

Murong Qian began to question life.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. She peered through the peephole; it was that Lu Cong guy again.

In the past, she would certainly not have let him in. But now things were different, and she, as a foreigner, had something to ask him.

Lu Cong’s hand hovered in mid-air, initially intending to continue knocking. However, just as he was about to knock, the door creaked open from inside.

“Hey.”

He withdrew his hand, surprised, and greeted her with a smile.

Murong Qian glared at him impatiently, making room for him to enter. “Come in.”

Lu Cong looked somewhat taken aback, “You’re letting me in so easily – there isn’t going to be an ambush inside, is there?”

“Ha.”

Murong Qian scoffed, “If Young Master Lu is so afraid of death, please feel free to leave.”

As she finished speaking, she attempted to close the door without hesitation.

Seeing this, Lu Cong quickly reached out to stop the door, but his fingers were mercilessly caught by the door.

“Ah ”

He cried out in pain, furrowing his eyebrows.

Murong Qian hadn’t expected him to reach out to stop the door, and she was so startled that she immediately swung the door back open again, asking with some concern, “Are you okay?”

“No!”

He responded assertively.

Murong Qian:”…”

The two glared at each other for a moment, but in the end, it was Murong Qian who gave in, “Well, come in and put on some medicine.”

Regardless of whether he agreed or not, she turned and headed inside.

Lu Cong pressed his injured finger and caught up at her pace.

The door closed automatically, and Murong Qian placed the first-aid kit on the coffee table, “The medicine is in here, apply it yourself.”

Lu Cong wiggled his swollen right hand, “How can I treat myself like this?”

Murong Qian:

“Never mind, I’ll do it.”

Even though she knew he was acting, she still couldn’t ignore him. After all, his injury was caused by her.

Upon closer inspection of Lu Cong’s hand, she realized his injury was indeed quite serious. Two areas even had open wounds, and they were fairly deep.

Fortunately, the bones were not hurt.

Murong Qian had previously learned medical treatment, so she skillfully applied numbing medicine to him and stitched up his wounds.

Lu Cong was surprised, “You’re a singer, but you actually know medical treatment?”

Murong Qian glanced at him with a complex expression, her lips thinning as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately chose silence.

She had taught him medical treatment, but he didn’t remember…

Having spent the past few days with him, she was almost certain that he had lost some of his memories, which included their acquaintance and love.

At first, she thought he was pretending, but later she found out he was not.

Actually, things were better this way. At least she didn’t have to worry about him trying to take away their child…

“Why are you silent?”

Lu Cong’s deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She blinked and suddenly smiled seductively at him, “It’s just bandaging.. Isn’t it simple?”