Ye Shuyun was incandescent.
“Who hits their grandson like that? He almost got Lu Yi killed the last time he made him send that woman off, and now she comes back and nearly beats Huanhuan to death! What’s wrong with sending her to jail?”
“Lu Yi always does the right thing. Always. Can the Miao family not own up to their mistakes? Why hit my son?”
“Wait…” Remembering what Lu Jin said previously, Ye Shuyun lowered her volume. “Could it be that you are really adopted? Could the head of the Miao Family be his true heir?
“What are you talking about?” Lu Jin could feel his face changing colors. “Don’t speak of such folly!”
“What folly?” protested Ye Shuyun. It didn’t make sense to her. “If that’s not the case, why would he be so nice to that Miao girl? He didn’t even give a damn about his grandson’s life. Why treat their daughter like treasure and my son like trash?” This was all becoming clear to Ye Shuyun as she recalled some drama clichés.
“You must be adopted.”
Lu Jin: “…”
“From an adoption home, perhaps.”
Lu Jin: “…”
“Maybe from the streets, even.”
Lu Jin: “…”
The more Ye Shuyun insisted, the more Lu Jin began to buy it. After all, Lu Sr. had been a playboy in his younger days. He was handsome and romantic. Of course, being a playboy was acceptable in those warring days. Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been Lu Qin’s father in the first place. Lu Qin’s father was gone now, but his existence proved that Lu Sr. had many wives. Could the head of the Miao Family really be the old man’s bastard?
It didn’t seem all that impossible. Otherwise, why was Lu Sr. so insistent on making Lu Yi marry Miao Xinyuan?
Ye Shuyun might have been right after all. He must have been adopted by the late Mrs. Lu. That would explain the difference in treatment and why he hated his grandson so much he almost killed him. He was way too nice to the Miao Family.
Lu Jin had never suspected himself to not be from the Lu Family, or suspected that he wasn’t Lu Sr.’s real son. This was impossible after all. However, the seed of doubt has been planted, torturing him mentally as it sprouted.
He kept remembering how Lu Sr. treated him and his son; it was either harsh words or the cane. Calling it tough love seemed to be a stretch.
He almost whipped his son into a pile of flesh. If Yan Huan had not rushed over, Lu Yi would have to spend a good deal of time in the hospital again. Frankly, he didn’t even feel like his son was at fault.
He did the right thing. If he had let that Miao girl off because of connections, he wouldn’t deserve his title and position. He wouldn’t even be Lu Yi anymore.
But what did Lu Sr. do? He hit both his grandson and granddaughter-in-law, for no reason at all. This was a slap on the face to Lu Jin and his family.
He was adopted. Yes, it’s true. It had to be true.
Ye Shuyu was only joking, but her joke had made Lu Jin question his birth and reevaluate his life.
Lu Yi scooped Yan Huan the blood-nourishing soup made by the nanny. Yan Huan losing blood was his worst fear, especially after losing all that blood previously. The doctor even said that she would need a few months’ time to recover fully. How can he not be anxious now that it had come to this?
“Drink more.”
Lu Yi fed Yan Huan another spoon. The sight of her pale lips made his heart tightened.
Yan Huan drank another spoon and stroked her tummy.
“No more, please. I’m already bloated.” This wasn’t blood-nourishing but pig-feeding.
“Just a little more,” said Lu Yi, putting the spoon to her mouth again. He had to make her eat more; her appetite was too small and would become full after just a little food. Even if she wanted to preserve her figure, this was going overboard.
“What if I end up getting fat?”
So she said, but she drank it all the same. She would eat anything Lu Yi fed her, which made his job much easier.
“Why not? You’ll look pretty even if you are fat,” Lu Yi pinched her face. “There’s nothing nice about being skinny.”
Yan Huan only felt like crying. She was an actor! An actor, for god’s sake! What kind of husband commits himself to ruining his wife’s figure?
Lu Yi made her drink all of the unknown soup. She was already bloated by the time she realized.
The only thing she felt like doing now was lying down and stroking her tummy.
Still, she got up and stood for a bit to prevent herself from really getting fat.
She raised her bandage-swathed hands and waved it before Lu Yi.
Lu Yi stopped her. “Stop fooling around.”
Yan Huan obeyed. Suddenly, she got closer to Lu Yi and inspected his features—they weren’t delicate, but manly and able to withstand scrutiny. Especially his slanted eyes. They were dangerous when he narrowed them and icy when he opened them. He had a long nose and pretty lips that were naturally upwards-curving, but somehow still made him look unfriendly.
“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” asked Lu Yi, putting the bowl aside and sitting down before Yan Huan.
“You resemble your father,” said Yan Huan, tapping at her chin ponderously. “A spitting image, even.” Yan Huan had felt that in her previous life too. They looked eerily similar, whether it was the shape of their face, their brows, or their eyes. Of course, Lu Jin was more on the wilder side and Lu Yi was more resilient against scrutiny. He had good skin, unlike the coarse and blackhead-ridden skin of other men. His bronze skin gave off the fragrance of malt.
Mhm. The smell of grains. She bumped her forehead against Lu Yi’s face.
“Unsurprisingly, since he is my father and all,” chuckled Lu Yi as he rubbed her mussy hair. It was longer now. Might as well keep it.
