Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Jun Mosheng found the situation almost funny. “President Lu, how rude of you to go around opening someone else’s car doors.”
Lu Jinwen narrowed his deep eyes and laughed coldly. “And President Jun, you can go around touching the mother of my child as you please?”
Mother of his child? It was hard to rebuke this title.
Lu Jinwen raised his eyes and looked at Xuanji. “Are you hurt?”
Lin Xuanji felt intense pain in her lower back. She rubbed the area where she was injured and replied shortly, “Courtesy of you.”
Lu Jinwen pressed his thin lips together and said in a low voice, “Sorry…”
Lin Xuanji ignored him.
“It’s my fault, so let me take responsibility.” Lu Jinwen reached out and took the ointment from Jun Mosheng’s hands. He then said matter-of-factly, “Get out of the car. Let me do it.”
Lin Xuanji was speechless.
Jun Mosheng laughed out loud. He felt like this Lu Jinwen was so much cuter. Without saying anything else, Jun Mosheng got out of the car.
Lu Jinwen raised his eyebrows in satisfaction. He saw this Jun Mosheng in a better light. He got into the car and started unzipping her dress.
Lin Xuanji dodged him quickly, refusing to let him touch her. “I’ll do it myself.”
“Ha, so you’ll let Jun Mosheng do it, let Jun Mosheng take off your dress, let Jun Mosheng see you naked. Why can’t I do the same?”
Tang Mo’er was speechless.
Was he jealous?
Of course Lu Jinwen was jealous. The thought that Jun Mosheng would have unzipped her dress already if he was just a little later practically drove him insane with jealousy.
“Liu Jinwen, get off the car. I’ll do it myself!” Lin Xuanji asked him to leave yet again.
But Lu Jinwen refused to move.
“Alright, fine! I’ll get off!” Lin Xuanji reached out to pull open the car door.
At this moment, a large palm reached out to wrap around her soft waist. Lu Jinwen hugged her from the back, holding her firmly in his embrace. “Xuanji, I’m so happy. Unbelievably happy. You gave me a son.”
Lin Xuanji froze, and immediately started resisting him. “Let go of me!”
The more she struggled, the tighter Lu Jinwen held her. He kissed her face, refusing to let her go. He was extremely happy, but didn’t know how to express it. She was in his embrace now, and all he wanted to do was to love her as much as he could. “You didn’t have a son with Jun Mosheng. You had a son with me, and we have Mo’er as well. You gave me both a son and a daughter. I didn’t push you on purpose and I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just too excited and happy!”
Lin Xuanji avoided his kiss and hissed, “Don’t touch me!”
Lu Jinwen’s thin lips curved into an adoring smile. He kissed her silky hair and inhaled her fragrance, then pressed his supple lips against her ear. He murmured into her ear, “Baby, my baby Xuanji.”
Baby.
Baby Xuanji.
Lin Xuanji’s eyelashes quivered. She thought back to many years ago, when he had trapped her in the seaview bungalow. At that time, he was still the all-powerful Young Master Lu of the Capital, a cold and repressed prince. He wanted to hold her as soon as he got home, and murmured into her ear every day and night – baby, my baby Xuanji.
After so many years, he still called her that. His low, alluring voice was still the same as all those years ago.
But he was now a man of fifty, and even his grandson Niuniu was already three.
Lin Xuanji frowned and said, “Lu Jinwen, hold old are you already? Aren’t you embarrassed?”
Instead of getting angry, Lu Jinwen became even happier. “Baby, you suffered a lot when you were pregnant with Mo’er and giving birth to Chenyi. I promise to love and take care of you in the future, and give you whatever you want. I’ll even let you ride on my back when we get back.”
Lin Xuanji was speechless.
Many years ago in those two years where she was pretending to be mad, she rode on his back and let him crawl.
But she was no longer a young girl. He had never played these kind of games with Mo’er and Niuniu before, yet was going to let her do it now.
In this lifetime, she was the only one he doted on.
Lin Xuanji pushed him away forcefully. “I don’t want to ride on your back. I want you to get out!”
Lu Jinwen was pushed away, but his hands were still on her waist. He looked at her red lips and swallowed. He wanted to kiss her.
But he knew there was no way she would let him. He had kissed her forcefully on the car the other day, and had received a slap in return.
At this moment, someone knocked on the window. Old Madam Lu was here.
The car door opened and Old Madam Lu threw Lu Jinwen a pointed look. “Get off first. I’ll put the ointment on for Xuanji.”
Lu Jinwen hesitated, not wanting to get off. But he chose to listen to his mother’s words in the end and got off.
…
Outside the car, Jun Mosheng pressed a white handkerchief against his mouth, and coughed harshly into it. The handkerchief was stained red. He was running out of time.
Lu Jinwen walked over. “Flu?”
Jun Mosheng handed his white handkerchief over to his underling, then turned to Lu Jinwen. “Yes, something like that.”
Lu Jinwen took out a box of cigars, and threw one over to Jun Mosheng.
Jun Mosheng caught his cigar. He raised his eyebrows and smiled warmly. He had already lived out half his life and had spent that time going against Lu Jinwen. He would never have thought that they would be able to stand here together peacefully, with him accepting his cigar.
In another lifetime, these two geniuses could have been the best of friends.
Jun Mosheng spoke. “Thank you.”
Lu Jinwen took out his lighter and lit Jun Mosheng’s cigar. “I’m the one who has to thank you.”
Jun Mosheng was unable to hide the surprise in his voice. “Oh?”
“Thank you for taking care of my woman and son for so many years.”
Jun Mosheng was speechless.
This was Lu Jinwen indeed.
Jun Mosheng took a puff of his cigar. His features were extremely soft, as soft as the clouds in the sky, and filled with gentle sorrow. “Lu Jinwen, will you treat Xuanji well?”
Lu Jinwen lit his own cigar. He stood next to Jun Mosheng, one hand in his pocket. He frowned as he puffed on his cigar. “Jun Mosheng, I’m here now, so you can take a back seat. Stay away from Xuanji next time. I’ll be the one to love her.”
Jun Mosheng’s lips curved upwards and he murmured under his breath. He wasn’t talking to Lu Jinwen, but rather to himself as he mused, “Then I can rest assured.”
All these years, he had yet to marry and had no sons because of his devotion to Xuanji. Lin Xuanji was carved into his heart. She was someone he had guarded, loved and protected his entire life. Now that his time was running out, he could no longer protect her, so he wanted to hand her over to Lu Jinwen.
He didn’t want her to be alone.
It was fine even if the person beside her wasn’t him.
…
In the presidential car, Old Madam Lu put the ointment on Lin Xuanji. At this moment, the car door opened and Lu Jinwen’s magnetic voice rang out. “Why aren’t you recovered yet? Is the injury serious?”
He suddenly stopped talking.
Lin Xuanji’s zipper was pulled open, revealing her slender back. She was already forty, yet her skin was still supple and white, her waist alluring. Her hourglass figure was like a flower vase, exquisite and flowing.
Lu Jinwen’s gaze fell onto her beautiful back, and stayed there, both unable and unwilling to move.
