Mr. Lei and Madame Lei fell in love as they looked at him swinging his tiny arms and legs powerfully. Even the manly Mr. Lei teared up. He refused to let go of his grandson once he had him in his arms, not even giving Madame Lei a chance to hold him. Seething, Madame Lei kept stomping on his foot, but dared not be too loud in fear of scaring the baby.
Little Lei was loud and vigorous. According to the doctor, his physique was incredibly good and there wasn’t a single thing wrong with his health. He ate normally, slept normally, shat normally, and moved around all day.
It was the same for Yi Ling, whose regenerative abilities were way above the average person. Soon, she too ate, slept, and shat normally like her son.
Yan Huan squeezed Little Lei’s cheeks. Is this what a child’s skin feels like? It was so tender she worried that she would tear it.
Beside her, Lei Qingyi was rubbing his hands anxiously, ready to pick her up and toss her aside at any second. How dare this weird woman squeeze his Little Lei’s cheeks? Not even he dared to do so. He wasn’t going to risk hurting his son with his clumsy hands.
But this Yan Huan… just kept pinching and squeezing and rubbing and kissing Little Lei’s tiny face.
It took Lei Qingyi everything to not hit her.
How could she? How could a woman be shameless enough to molest a baby so?
There was something cute about Little Lei’s good-natured and healthy appearance. His eyes were still closed, and he would howl whenever he got hungry or peed himself. Still, it was easy to tell that he resembled Yi Ling more, which meant that they wouldn’t have to worry about his future looks. As long as he didn’t grow up to be a giant like Lei Qingyi, he should have no problems getting a wife in the future.
“If you like kids so much, why not have your own?” said Lei Qingyi, running out of patience as he snatched the baby from Yan Huan and held him himself. Now no one can take his son away from him.
Yan Huan stiffened. She lowered her head and felt a tingling sensation at her nose.
Lu Yi placed a hand on her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze.
Yan Huan looked up and smiled at him, but anyone could have seen the sadness that flitted across her eyes.
“Don’t say stupid stuff!” chided Yi Ling as she picked up an apple from the table and threw it at Lei Qingyi. She regretted the decision immediately. What if it hit her son?
However, she clearly underestimated Lei Qingyi’s reflexes. The apple fell to the ground as Lei Qingyi dodged swiftly.
Yi Ling stood up and took Little Lei from Lei Qingyi. She wasn’t about to let her son get hurt by his clumsiness.
“You don’t know how much my Huanhuan had gone through to get to where she is right now! She may have gotten Best Actress in China, but she won’t rest until she gets Best Actress internationally! Plus, she’s only 24! It’s fine as long as she gives birth before 28.”
“But Lu Yi’s already 30,” muttered Lei Qingyi.
“I’m not in a hurry,” said Lu Yi, throwing Lei Qingyi a cool glance. This wasn’t a topic he relished. “Also, what makes you think I desperately want a child?”
“Now that you mention it,” said Lei Qingyi, eyes twitching. “I never expected you to get married in the first place, not to mention having a child. I guess you are right. It’s strange enough for you to get married this young, and if you have a child now, I wouldn’t even know who you are anymore! It would only be normal, too normal actually, for you to have a child at around 35.”
Yan Huan gripped Lu Yi’s hand tightly. Lu Yi corresponded with a gentle squeeze and a reassuring smile.
At night, Yan Huan huddled up beneath her blanket. The image of her all huddled up on a 2-meter bed was somewhat pitiful, like an abandoned pet who received no love.
Lu Yi walked over, sat down beside her, and placed a hand on her head to gently smoothen her hair.
“Still thinking about it?”
“No,” said Yan Huan, turning around and shaking her head. She grabbed his head and pressed it against her face.
“Can we adopt a child, hubby? We can treat him as our own.”
“Sure,” smiled Lu Yi, brushing his finger pads against her face gently. His dark pupils never revealed what was on his mind. He had hidden his inner thoughts too well.
However, the better he hid it, the more painful it would be when the truth is exposed.
Yan Huan rubbed her face against Lu Yi’s large hand and shut her eyes. Life is never perfect. This was enough for her. After the 15th, she would have to advertise for ‘Zhu Xiaoye’.
This was the first drama series Linlang Entertainment had invested in, so she had to run all over the place for all kinds of advertising events. The drama was set to release in March, around a month from now. ‘When The Song Ends’ would already have ended and lost some popularity by then. That would be the best time for a new drama to air; it was the period for ‘Zhu Xiaoye’ to shine. Lu Yi had arranged it to be this way. Some other films that were supposed to air in the same month were pushed back to April and May.
Yan Huan only knew now how different things can be when you have strong connections behind you. In her previous life, she was naive. She thought that luck decided everything, oblivious to the secret support from Lu Yi. Had he not helped her, she would have become washed-up before she knew it, and none of the fame and accomplishments later on would have been hers. Lu Yi had always helped her, but she ended up returning evil for good and did things she could not bring herself to admit.
Lu Yi heard Lu Jin calling his name right as he walked into the house.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” asked Lu Yi when he saw Lu Jin’s complicated expression. He couldn’t say why, but he had an ominous feeling. Could it be that Lu Jin wanted a grandson after seeing Little Lei?
And who wouldn’t? For an old person, nothing would be more welcomed than grandchildren, but Lu Jin and Ye Shuyun never said anything out of consideration for Yan Huan’s age. Her occupation didn’t make things any easier, so they merely waited for things to take its natural course.
Once Lu Jin saw Lu Yi, he dragged him by the sleeve to his study, where the most prominent decorations were Wu Daozi’s authentic work in the glass display and Shen Junru’s paintings that covered the entire wall.
