Old Sir Lu looked at the obedient and courteous Mo Wenwan and nodded: "You’re still the sensible one. Go make so tea; the tea set is in the kitchen. Lu Xing, go help your girlfriend."
"Got it, Grandpa."
Lu Xing, seeing Old Sir Lu had a good impression of Mo Wenwan, felt so different emotions stirring in his heart. He picked up the gift box Qin Miaomiao had just put down and headed to the kitchen with Mo Wenwan.
Suddenly feeling an imnse sense of awkwardness, Qin Miaomiao glanced at Lu Qing in surprise, and the two exchanged a quick look.
Old Sir Lu didn’t pay any more attention to them and, instead, walked to the living room to turn on the television.
"Don’t take it to heart—Grandpa is just being stubborn. He’ll co around in a few days."
Qin Miaomiao nodded: "I know Grandpa is angry with ."
"Alright, let’s go over there."
Although Lu Qing wasn’t sure why Lu Xing had co over today, seeing him bring his girlfriend reminded him to be more cautious. Ever since learning about Lu Xing’s motives, Lu Qing had beco wary of his every move, but there was no way to stop Lu Xing from visiting the old estate to see Grandpa.
"Didn’t expect you to be such a smooth operator."
Mo Wenwan looked at Lu Xing indifferently, her gaze lingering on the tea leaves: "I don’t know how to make tea—you do it."
"You seed so confident earlier. I thought you’d learned how to make tea before."
Lu Xing said this as he tore open the packaging of the tea leaves, his gaze shifting repeatedly between Mo Wenwan and the tea leaves. A flood of thoughts surged in his mind, yet in the end, all those thoughts beca irrelevant.
"Your ultimate goal is to win over Old Sir Lu, isn’t it? Otherwise, why the urgency to bring along?" Mo Wenwan saw through Lu Xing’s intent with one sentence, though he didn’t seem embarrassed at all.
"Since you’ve figured it out, I’ll just say it plainly. My purpose in coming to the old estate, besides visiting Old Sir Lu, is to improve his opinion of . I brought my girlfriend because I want him to change his biased view of . So, your performance needs to be exaggerated and heartfelt. Old folks always prefer a granddaughter-in-law who’s eloquent, capable in the living room, and skillful in the kitchen."
"Mr. Lu, could you possibly sound any more pretentious?"
Mo Wenwan teased as she chuckled, though her mind was pondering the relationship between Lu Qing and Qin Miaomiao. The two of them seed to have a genuinely good bond, which confird the dia reports were accurate. This marked her first direct encounter with Qin Miaomiao.
"Grandpa, there’s an opera program on—you want to watch it?"
Qin Miaomiao was racking her brain to connect with Grandpa. She knew her unilateral decisions had upset him. But whether the child took Lu Qing’s surna or not, the blood flowing through the child was still that of a Lu Family mber. No matter how she explained this to Grandpa, he refused to co to terms with it. Thinking about it made her feel quite bitter inside.
"I don’t want to watch opera—the news is fine."
Old Sir Lu looked at the television screen without shifting his gaze. Qin Miaomiao awkwardly switched the remote back to the previous news channel.
Observing this, Lu Qing quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Grandpa, if there’s anything you need, let Miaomiao get it for you. I’m often busy with work, and many things slip through the cracks."
"Busy—you’re all busy. Don’t just focus on making money. Now that you have a child, put your heart into raising the child."
As Old Sir Lu spoke, he deliberately glanced at Qin Miaomiao. The thought of his eldest grandson changing his surna to Su rankled in his mind. The more he dwelled on it, the more frustrated he beca, and seeing Qin Miaomiao only made him instinctively turn his head away.
Erging from the kitchen first, Mo Wenwan saw Old Sir Lu’s indifference toward Qin Miaomiao and felt secretly delighted. She thought, "This is my golden opportunity to shine."
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