After being plotted against by my best friend, I got into trouble with the domineering president

Lu Qian watched Wen Qing rush to the bathroom in pain, feeling a strong worry in his heart. He quickly jumped out of bed and followed closely to the door of the bathroom.

He knocked lightly on the bathroom door, his tone full of concern: "Baby, what's wrong with you? Do you need my help?"

Wen Qing covered her mouth in pain in the bathroom, her voice trembling: "No, I can do it myself." However, there was a hint of pain and weakness in her voice that could not be concealed.

Lu Qian felt even more worried when he heard her voice. He knew that Wen Qing was not someone who showed pain easily. There must be something wrong with her being in so much pain right now.

He stood at the door, waiting anxiously. Time seemed to become extremely long at this moment, and every second was full of suffering.

Finally, the bathroom door slowly opened, and Wen Qing's figure appeared at the door. Her face was pale and her eyes were full of pain and exhaustion.

Wen Qing looked at Lu Qian and said in a weak voice, "I'm fine, maybe I ate something bad." Looking at her weak look, Lu Qian felt a strong sense of self-blame in his heart.

He hugged her tightly, his voice full of guilt and love: "I'm sorry, baby. It's all my fault, I made you suffer."

Wen Qing leaned in his arms, feeling his warmth and strength. She knew that Lu Qian was in more pain and worry than she was at this moment.

She gently stroked his cheek, her voice weak but firm: "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault. I'll just take a rest."

Lu Qian held her tightly, as if he wanted to use his own power to integrate her into his body. He knew that Wen Qing needed his company and care at this moment.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice gentle but firm: "I just called the doctors over, we will check it out later."

"What? It's midnight now?" Wen Qing couldn't help but be surprised when she heard Lu Qian's words, "Don't we need to go to the hospital?"

"Fool, who am I? If we still need to go to the hospital and queue up, then what's the point of my ancestors working hard to make money?"

Lu Qian smiled bitterly and shook his head. His little wife had just become rich, but her mentality had not caught up yet.

Wen Qing's eyes widened with disbelief on her face.

"The Lu family has its own medical team, but I often go to the hospital when I am in City A. After all, Dongzi works there."

After Wen Qing heard this, a wave of panic surged in her heart. She really didn't expect this. "Okay, then why didn't I know this before?" She couldn't help blurting out, her tone full of shock.

But then, when she thought about it carefully, she realized that it was not unreasonable. After all, Lu’s mother Li Jiao and Lu Anqi don’t even have to go shopping in person at Lujia. Brand merchants will personally deliver the latest styles to their homes, presenting them with fashion feasts one after another.

Of course, they still choose to go shopping occasionally. But that's more because of girls' natural love for shopping than real needs.

In their world, shopping is not only a consumption behavior, but also an enjoyment and an attitude towards life.

"Fool, you didn't even ask me. Besides, since you came back to me, you are all healthy and have never had a cold. This makes me very happy."

Lu Qian hugged Wen Qing and murmured softly. Although he is still the helmsman of the Lu Group, he no longer has the ambition he had when he was young.

His heart was once as hard as iron and as cold as ice, as if no warmth could melt the ice in his heart.

However, the appearance of Wen Qing and the cute bean curds and bean bags broke into his world, like a spring breeze, gently blowing his cold heart.

He began to soften and was no longer the hard-hearted person. There was more warmth in his eyes and more tenderness in his smile.

He no longer gets angry easily, but learns to listen patiently and comfort gently. Even the two brothers Li Tong and Li Da felt his changes.

They often jokingly say: "Our boss seems to have changed recently, and he has begun to have the aura of a 'Holy Mother'."

Although the words were full of joking, there was a hint of admiration and touch in his eyes.

Yes, Lucian really changed. He became gentler, more considerate.

He learned to care for others and to give love. His world has become better because of Wen Qing and the babies, and he has become warmer because of this beauty.

Wen Qing's eyes widened, sparkling with curiosity and expectation.

She leaned forward and asked eagerly: "Is there anything else I don't know?"

Her voice was full of desire for the unknown, wanting to integrate into Lu Qian's world faster and understand everything about him.

Lu Qian sighed softly, with a complicated light shining in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, seeming to collect his thoughts, and then murmured: "Also, the Lu family's trust fund has your, Doubao, and Doudin's names added to it."

He felt that this matter was a big deal and other things were not very important.

"Trust fund? I heard from my uncle before that he was also considering coming over." Wen Qing thought of her uncle and sighed.

Lu Qian deeply understood Wen Qing's inner regret and pain for everything that happened to the Wen family. At this moment, she was filled with an indescribable sense of loss.

"Okay, baby, don't think about it anymore. The doctor will come later and we will check it out."

His voice was low and magnetic, like a clear spring flowing in Wen Qing's heart, bringing a sense of comfort to Wen Qing.

At the same time, Lu Qian's eyes were full of love and care for her, and that affection was irresistible.

Wen Qing looked up at Lu Qian, her eyes shining with emotion. She knew that Lu Qian was comforting her in his own way, telling her not to be too immersed in the pain of the past.

She gently held his hand, with a hint of firmness in her voice: "Thank you, husband. It must be fine. I must have just eaten something bad."

The two quickly tidied up the battlefield and put on their clothes at the same time. They couldn't let the doctors see any embarrassing scene.

Wen Qing pulled up her collar. Lu Qian's wanton behavior just now left many little strawberries on her body.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. Lu Qi'an let go of Wen Qing and walked over to open the door. Several

Several middle-aged doctors in white coats stood outside the RV, followed by several nurses.

"Mr. Lu, you called us?" the doctors asked respectfully.

Lu Qian nodded and pointed at Wen Qing: "My wife was feeling a little unwell just now and had symptoms of nausea and vomiting. She needs to be checked."

Lu Qian's eyes were a little nervous, hoping that Wen Qing was really just nauseated due to eating bad food and would never get sick.