"But I’m still a little angry, other kids are accompanied by their mom and dad, Uncle Jiang is not my dad."
Even not participating in the sports et didn’t make him feel as downhearted as he did today.
Lin Chu kissed her son’s forehead, stood up, and led him towards the yard.
"Mom is also angry, so tomorrow let’s not talk to him, as a punishnt. But once the punishnt is over, we’ll forget about being angry, okay?"
Qi Ming nodded, replying sullenly, "...Mm."
...
A pair of black leather shoes was placed at the entrance.
Lu Huai’an’s lifestyle habits are ticulous enough to make people marvel, for instance: he wakes up promptly at six o’clock even during a hailstorm, there is never a misplaced piece of clothing in his wardrobe, he wouldn’t drink coffee with even half a sugar cube added... and so on and so forth.
As for the shoe rack at the entrance, it must be kept clean and tidy, with only the shoes worn for the day placed there.
The n’s slippers weren’t on the shoe rack, there was only a pair of black leather shoes.
Lin Chu handed her bag to the servant and casually asked, "Lu Huai’an is back?"
The servant nodded, responding respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Lu ca back this afternoon, didn’t have dinner, and has been in the bedroom ever since."
The appearance of Mr. Lu upon returning ho wasn’t good.
People with stomach issues feel quite uncomfortable if als aren’t punctual.
Lin Chu was asking purely out of curiosity, without any other thoughts or intentions.
As for the servant’s obvious reminder, she pretended not to understand, directly leading her son upstairs.
Lin Chu didn’t go to her bedroom first; instead, she went to Qi Ming’s room to bathe him, change him into pajamas, blow-dry his hair, and read him a story.
Qi Ming was really tired; he fell asleep when Lin Chu was only halfway through the storybook.
Lin Chu tucked in her son’s quilt, bent down to kiss his forehead, and softly said, "Goodnight."
Turning off the light, closing the door, she then headed to the bedroom.
The mont she pushed open the door, a strong scent of alcohol and tobacco infiltrated her senses.
Only a wall lamp was on in the bedroom, casting a dim glow.
The man sitting on the sofa resembled a beast in the night; though all claws and teeth were hidden, he was exceedingly dangerous.
The tie tossed casually at the foot of the bed, the shirt collar unbuttoned lazily, imparting a deceptive sense of languor.
Upon hearing the door open, he slowly lifted his gaze, eyes like deep, unfathomable pools.
This was the posture of waiting.
Lin Chu had already washed up in the adjacent room and changed into pajamas, only her hair hadn’t been blow-dried yet.
She knew Lu Huai’an was in the bedroom, so she didn’t appear startled.
A hint of chill seed to creep in, crawling up from her ankles, migrating with a subtle speed to all corners of her body.
Unconsciously, she shivered.
After a few seconds of eye contact, Lin Chu looked away, not intending to speak.
Securing the door, she prepared to go directly to sleep.
As the woman calmly passed in front of Lu Huai’an, he lifted an arm, accurately clasping her wrist, gently pulling her into his embrace.
Lin Chu’s nose crashed against the man’s firm chest, causing an aching discomfort; her brows furrowed as she impatiently pushed him, "Lu Huai’an, what’s your problem?"
Lu Huai’an controlled the woman’s waist with one hand, and despite the thin silken nightgown, he seemingly could feel her smooth skin.
The distinct fingers pinched her chin, the pressure unknowingly increasing.
The curve at his lips was subtle and chilling, as he slowly spoke, "Ho so late, did you run into soone familiar?"
The man’s breath lingered around her face and nose as he spoke, the rich aroma of wine wholly invading Lin Chu, causing her to lean back instinctively.
Even without any visible displeasure from him, Lin Chu could clearly sense his anger.
Very angry indeed.
Ha!
What right does he have to be angry?
She comfortably leaned into the man’s embrace, although passively raising her head to et his gaze, she didn’t struggle, and her icy sarcasm was unmistakable.
Her lively voice was quietly captivating, "Shouldn’t I also ask, what did you do all day?"
The wine bottle on the table was nearly empty, only a bit remaining in the wine glass, its rich aroma rging with the air.
Lu Huai’an was quite drunk.
The surface of his dark, serene eyes was veiled with a layer of chaotic drunkness, the deep pupils reflecting Lin Chu’s silhouette.
The rough finger pads traced the woman’s scarlet lips, sliding down her jawline, finally resting on her slender, beautiful swan neck; he need only exert a bit of strength, and she would be unable to breathe.
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