Chapter 1922: Her Majesty Recovers Memories from Two Thousand Years Ago (Part 4)
Xia Weibao smiled gently, "Senior brother, you’re so good to me."
Long Xuanye was so happy that his hands and feet didn’t know where to go, and he couldn’t help but hug her.
Xia Weibao’s body stiffened a bit, feeling somewhat resistant, but fortunately, he only hugged her briefly and soon let go.
Then he made a phone call to arrange for a plane.
Considering her current physical condition, she certainly needed the best kind to ensure comfort.
He was very attentive to this matter.
Xia Weibao tugged at the corner of her lips and continued to look at the scenery outside the window.
In the moment of turning her head, there was a hint of self-mockery in her eyes.
When emotions become a means to achieve a goal, it is a kind of sorrow.
When Lu Hualiang arrived at the Garden villa and found it empty again, he was about to go mad!
He had rushed over at the fastest speed, only to find he was still a step too late!
Looking at the empty villa, Lu Hualiang could no longer suppress the turmoil within his heart and kicked fiercely at the stone lion at the entrance.
The kick was incredibly powerful, directly sending the stone lion, which was as tall as two people, flying and crashing into the main door with a loud bang, causing the door to collapse and the stone lion to shatter.
Neil and the others dared not make a sound, no one dared provoke the enraged Lu Hualiang!
They all kept their heads down and quickly went inside to search for clues.
Lu Hualiang went to the master bedroom, where there were many traces of her life, even the air was filled with her fragrance.
He walked to the bedside, it was a double bed, a place where she had slept.
Then, on the other side, was there another man lying there every night?
This was a question he’d been avoiding.
Now seeing this double bed, a sour thought in his heart could no longer be suppressed.
He sat down by the bed and lay down, instantly enveloped by her lingering fragrance.
Lu Hualiang gently closed his eyes, breathing in her scent, imagining her lying in his arms as he tried to soothe the long-standing heartache.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to pull over the quilt on the other side, which was full of her scent.
There was no trace of another person’s presence.
A heavy weight in his heart finally settled.
Lu Hualiang buried his head in the quilt, closed his eyes, wondering where she was.
He missed her, so much it drove him crazy.
And, the child in her belly...
After lying there for a while, someone knocked on the door from outside; it was Neil and the others who had searched the villa inside and out and came to report to him.
Lu Hualiang got up, gently tidied up the messed-up quilt, folded it neatly, and placed the pillow properly.
As if this was the room belonging to him and her.
As he was arranging the pillow, a faint smell of herbal medicine wafted by.
Lu Hualiang frowned, why would the pillow smell of herbal medicine?
He recalled the first time he found the estate, Xia Chuyan mentioned that Xia Weibao was drinking herbal medicine.
But drinking herbal medicine wouldn’t make the pillow smell, would it?
There was only one explanation, some herbal medicine must have spilled onto it.
Generally, people don’t get medicine on the pillow while drinking it.
Lu Hualiang’s expression changed, suddenly having a strong premonition that this was a message left for him by Xia Weibao!
Holding the pillow, he examined it carefully and indeed found marks on the back!
They were written with herbal medicine, the writing had dried, the color was faint, and combined with the pillow’s yellow floral pattern, it was even harder to distinguish.
Suppressing his inner emotions, he walked to the window with the pillow, where the light was ample, and the sunlight shone in, making the view much clearer than indoors.
It read two characters, "Love King."
Lu Hualiang frowned, Love King?
What does that mean.
The handwriting was a bit messy, especially the second character ’King,’ which was small, only occupying the upper corner, clearly unfinished.