Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

For the first two days, Qiao Anhao danced spectacularly.

Lu Jinnian even started to join her in the dancing studio. He saw her turn and turn but not feel dizzy, her moves increasingly more agile and enchanting. On the other hand, those movements did make Lu Jinnian a little dizzy. Eventually, as Qiao Anhao danced, he went over to his study room to work.

In the blink of an eye, it was already Wednesday. There was just two more days left before the competition.

After Qiao Anhao finished her meal, she went for a walk around the courtyard of Mian Xiu Garden with Lu Jinnian.

Later, as expected, she put on some melodic Chinese folk music, and continued to turn and turn as Lu Jinnian stood at the door with both arms crossed. After a minute, he couldn’t help but feel dizzy, so he closed the door and went to his study room next door.

When he turned the computer on, he coincidentally received an email. Clicking it open, he saw that Chief Wei had sent him a ring design with the following message, [Mr. Lu, this is the sample design according to your initial design. Please take a look and let me know if there is anything you would like to amend.]

Lu Jinnian enlarged the design to see a white gold ring with blue diamonds. It looked majestic and glamorous, but Lu Jinnian still felt like it was missing something. He thought about it for a long time, then replied with [Could you please engrave the words "Lu Qiao" on it? Then, on the woman’s ring, could you please add the word, ’Shmily’?]

See. How. Much. I. Love. You.

See how much I love you.

For the past few years, this was his most beautiful confession to her.

Each gift he gave her had those words on it.

How could it possibly not be on the ring?

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Qiao Anhao finished dancing the drum dance in one breath.

She danced so energetically just now, she stood in front of the mirror drenched in sweat. Hastily fanning herself with her hand, she gulped some water and grabbed her phone. She randomly glanced through Wechat, and exchanged a few words with Zhao Meng before continuing with the dance again.

Just as she reached the most spectacular part and the very peak of the routine, she suddenly stopped, clutching her stomach, and crouched on the ground.

Why did her stomach suddenly hurt...

Qiao Anhao creased her brows tightly, and after thirty seconds, she still felt the pain. She instinctively wanted to scream at the top of her lungs to call Lu Jinnian over from the study room next door, when suddenly, the very moment she opened her mouth, the pain was gone. The pain that had emerged so abruptly just disappeared.

Qiao Anhao pouted, and slowly got up. Pressing her stomach, she didn’t feel any pain at all. It was as though it was all an illusion just now.

She made another turn on the spot. Her stomach still felt normal, so she stamped her feet and held a crab move, followed by a backflip... there were still no problems, but Qiao Anhao couldn’t quite say why she felt so flustered.

Since she felt uneasy, she couldn’t dance well. After working hard for a few days, it was fine to have the night off. She simply shut the music off, headed straight for the bathroom and took a shower, then climbed into bed. She drilled her way under the covers and grabbed her phone to find a missed call.