Chapter 392 He is my biological son

Lu Yiran spent the entire day today dealing with the accumulated work at Dingyao Group.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the president's office was silent, with only the sound of Lu Yiran flipping through documents and his fingertips tapping on the keyboard.

He was concentrating on dealing with the important matters that had piled up in the past few days, trying to get work back on track as soon as possible.

At this moment, there were two cautious knocks on the door.

"Enter."

Lu Yiran didn't even raise his head, thinking that it was his assistant Song Rui who was delivering the documents that needed urgent signature as usual.

The door was pushed open and Song Rui walked in, but he did not go straight to the desk to report his work or put down the documents as usual.

He stopped in the middle of the office, looking a little hesitant, with a rare look of embarrassment on his face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

The strange silence in the air made Lu Yiran look up from the documents.

He couldn't help but frown when he saw Song Rui's expression, which was difficult to describe and even hesitant.

Song Rui has been with him for many years and has always been decisive and efficient. He has never lost his composure like this.

"What's up?"

Lu Yiran put down the pen in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and looked at him sharply.

"When did you become so hesitant when speaking? Just say what you want to say."

When Song Rui was looked at like this by his boss, his Adam's apple rolled and he seemed to be even more nervous.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made a great decision, and finally bit the bullet and spoke very cautiously:

"Mr. Lu... the front desk just reported that... there's a woman downstairs who claims to be your mother."

As he spoke, he carefully observed Lu Yiran's expression.

"She said...she wanted to see you."

Song Rui has been with Lu Yiran for many years and has some understanding of Lu Yiran's temperament and some basic family situation.

He knew very well that the word "mother" seemed extremely special to Mr. Lu, even taboo.

Now, this mother who had never appeared before and only existed in rumors suddenly showed up at the company and directly asked for a meeting. This made him completely overwhelmed for a moment, and making the report extremely difficult.

When Lu Yiran heard the word "mother", his face, which was originally slightly tired but still calm, almost instantly sank.

The gentle aura around him suddenly subsided, replaced by a cold aloofness and vigilance.

The air pressure in the office seemed to drop a few degrees.

He was silent for a few seconds, his eyes sharp as a knife, and confirmed again:

"She said it herself? My mother?"

"Yes... yes, Mr. Lu, that's what the front desk reported."

Song Rui felt his scalp tingling.

Lu Yiran's fingertips tapped lightly twice on the smooth mahogany desk, making a dull sound, as if he was quickly weighing something.

Finally, he spoke in a cold voice, without any emotion:

"Let her come up."

When Song Rui heard this cold command, he immediately responded as if he had been pardoned:

"Yes, Mr. Lu."

He then quickly left the office and closed the door gently, as if he was afraid that if he stayed for another second he would be affected by the sudden low pressure.

Silence returned to the office, but the air seemed to be frozen.

Lu Yiran maintained his sitting posture while leaning back, but his gaze did not return to the document. Instead, it became unfathomable and sharply cast towards a certain point in the void.

His fingers on the armrest tightened unconsciously, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

Gu Rushuang... She actually came back, and came to the company so directly.

What was she planning? Wasn't it enough to criticize Nan Yan in Washington? Was she now planning to extend the battleground directly into his territory?

Countless speculations and years of suppressed coldness surged in his heart.

He could almost imagine the woman standing downstairs with an arrogant and controlling attitude at this moment.

A few minutes later, there was another knock on the office door, more cautious than before.

"Enter.

"Lu Yiran's voice was silent, but he had adjusted his sitting posture and turned back into the impeccable, cold and majestic helmsman of the group, as if the emotional fluctuations just now had never happened.

The door was pushed open, and Song Rui stood sideways at the door, his posture respectful but unable to hide his nervousness.

Behind him, a middle-aged lady with elegant clothes and outstanding temperament walked into the office.

She was wearing a neatly tailored pearl grey suit and carrying a valuable handbag. Her chin was slightly raised, her eyes were calm and sharp, and with the scrutiny of someone who had been in a superior position for a long time, she met Lu Yiran's cold gaze directly without any hesitation.

It was Gu Rushuang.

Song Rui didn't dare to breathe, and retreated quietly, closing the door gently again, leaving this spacious office, which seemed to have become cramped in an instant, to the mother and son with a strange relationship.

Gu Rushuang's eyes quickly scanned the luxuriously decorated yet cold office, finally settling on her son sitting behind the large desk.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was steady, devoid of any tenderness that would be expected of a mother-son reunion. Instead, it sounded like the opening of a business meeting:

"It seems that you have run the company quite well over the years."

However, as soon as she said that, when she met Lu Yiran's ice-cold eyes that were devoid of warmth, the emotional floodgates in her heart that had just been pried open a crack by Mu Nanyan and Xu Nanxing's words seemed to loosen a little.

A complex emotion mixed with guilt and powerlessness quietly filled my heart.

The cold and hard mask she carefully maintained softened slightly.

She took a few steps forward and sat down gracefully in the chair opposite the desk, placing her handbag on her knees. When she spoke again, her tone slowed down a bit, unusually, and took on an almost gentle tone that suggested communication:

"Yiran."

She called his name, trying not to sound like a negotiation.

"We... there may be many misunderstandings between us, and a lot of... wasted time."

She paused slightly, observing his reaction, but Lu Yiran just looked at her expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

Gu Rushuang felt a little bitter, but continued to follow the prepared remarks, speaking in a serious and earnest tone, as if she was considering him completely:

"I know you may think I'm being too controlling, or even unkind. But everything I do is, in the final analysis, for your own good."

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes showing just the right amount of worry and concern:

"That Mu Nanyan might be a nice girl. But is her background and experience really suitable for you? Is she suitable for the position of Dingsheng's future mistress? Have you ever thought about whether she has other motives for approaching you?"

"You're being beguiled by her now, thinking that love is everything. But I've been through it all, and I know better than you how much hardship and criticism a marriage without family recognition and inequality will face in the future! It will only become a burden to you, casting a shadow over everything you've worked so hard for!"

Her tone became more earnest, as if she were just an ordinary mother worried about her son's future:

"Mom doesn't want you to regret it later. I don't want you to be blinded by your emotions and make irrational decisions. I'm stopping you now because I don't want to see you get hurt in the future. Do you understand?"

She wrapped all her control and interference under the sugarcoat of "it's for your own good," trying to soften his resistance with guilt and so-called "maternal love."

Lu Yiran listened to Gu Rushuang's persuasion, which was disguised as "for his own good", and his expression became extremely complicated.

All kinds of emotions surged in his deep eyes - absurdity, irony, and a deep sadness.

Now she knows she's a mother? Does she care about his future?

So where was she when he needed her company and guidance the most? Where was she when he faced the attacks from both inside and outside the family alone, when he repeatedly chewed on the loneliness of being abandoned late at night?

Now, he has earned everything he has today with his own hands, and finally found the person he really wants to spend his life with, and touched real happiness. But she suddenly appears, and wants to destroy it all with her own hands as a "mother".

He really wasn't worthy of such maternal love.

However... deep in the heart, the little boy who had been buried by countless disappointments seemed to struggle weakly again.

That was the last remaining, pathetic hope for maternal love.

Maybe, just maybe this time it would be different?

More importantly, it is Mu Nanyan.

He thought of her warm smile and her unconditional love and trust in him.

If their relationship never received the approval of his closest relatives, and was even strongly opposed...how sad would she be after knowing this? He was unwilling to let her suffer even the slightest injustice.

It was precisely because of this last bit of faint hope for family affection and the determination to never let Nan Yan suffer any injustice that the cold aura around Lu Yiran subsided a little.

Although his gaze towards Gu Rushuang was still distant, it was no longer filled with sharp hostility like before.

He leaned forward slightly, folded his hands on the table, and met Gu Rushuang's gaze with a calm but incomparably firm gaze. His voice was steady and clear:

"If you really are doing this for my own good..."

He paused, each word ringing loud and clear:

"Then, what you should do is respect and support my choice, sincerely accept Nan Yan, and agree that we should be together."

"She is the one I have chosen and the source of my happiness. Your approval is very important to us."

This is the opportunity he gave and also the bottom line he drew.

He threw the choice back to Gu Rushuang again.

Gu Rushuang listened to Lu Yiran's firm words and saw the unquestionable seriousness in his eyes. The icy will in her heart actually began to loosen slightly.

That woman... can she really bring Yiran the happiness he talked about?

However, this thought only lasted for a moment before it was completely suppressed by more deep-rooted prejudice and desire for control.

She cannot be soft-hearted, let alone compromise.

This must be the woman's trick to confuse her son!

She calmed herself down, a look of earnest advice on her face, as if she saw through everything, and said in a heavy tone:

"Yiran, wake up! If she could really make you happy, you wouldn't have gotten divorced in the first place! This in itself proves that you two are not suitable for each other. Forcing yourself to be together will only lead to repeating the same mistakes!"

Lu Yiran was stunned when he heard this, and his pupils shrank almost imperceptibly.

How could she know that they had been married and divorced? He had never announced this to anyone!

He quickly suppressed the shock in his heart and explained calmly:

"That was just... there was some misunderstanding between us at the time. I didn't do well enough and didn't give her enough sense of security, so..."

"Misunderstand?"

Gu Rushuang interrupted him, her voice suddenly rising, filled with undisguised sarcasm and anger.

"What kind of misunderstanding could have caused her to go abroad alone for five years? And even give birth to a child there?!"

She took a step forward, her eyes sharp as a knife, as if she wanted to pierce her son awake completely:

"This is a huge shame for the Lu family! Yiran, tell me, have you been drugged by her? Or... are you actually planning to be the father of someone else's child?!"

She used the information she had investigated as her most powerful weapon, her tone full of disbelief and grief, concluding that Mu Nanyan had behaved improperly and her son had been blinded.

However, the next second, Lu Yiran's clear and calm words exploded in her ears like a heavy bomb:

"Chenchen is my son."

All the expressions on Gu Rushuang's face froze instantly. She seemed not to have heard clearly, nor to be able to understand the words. Her pupils were dilated with extreme shock.

"You...what did you say? How is this possible?!"

She shook her head violently, her voice a little sharp due to excitement:

"You've been separated for so long! How could that child be yours?! Yiran, are you crazy? In order to protect that woman, you can even tell such a lie? You actually want to recognize a person with unknown origins-"

"He is my biological son."

Lu Yiran interrupted her again, his tone firm and decisive, leaving no room for maneuver. His eyes were calm but filled with immense power as he stared directly at his mother's face, which had been momentarily speechless.

Gu Rushuang was caught off guard by this sudden truth. She froze in place, her mind buzzing.

That child... is really Yiran's son?

Her grandson?

This realization was like a strong light, instantly splitting through the layers of prejudice and calculations in her heart.

An indescribable, unfamiliar feeling of excitement suddenly surged into her heart, making her even forget to breathe for a moment.

She actually... is already a grandmother?

Just as her mind was in shock and she hadn't yet fully digested this fact, Lu Yiran's calm yet resolute words rang out again, and every word struck her heart:

"I will never let my son go through the pain and loss you brought to me again."

His gaze is like the strongest rock, unshakable.

"Whether it's because of Nanyan or Chenchen, I will be with her and build a complete family of our own."

Chenchen...it turns out her grandson's name is Chenchen.

Gu Rushuang listened to her son's words and saw the unquestionable fatherly love and determination in his eyes. Her mood changed drastically in an instant.

All the previous dissatisfaction, contempt and rejection of Mu Nanyan seemed to be instantly washed away by the huge value brought by the identity of "grandson's biological mother".

That woman... isn't completely useless.

At least, she gave birth to a blood-related heir for their Lu family.

Once this thought came to mind, everything that he had previously disliked about Mu Nanyan now seemed to become tolerable, or even... a little more pleasing?

Since Yiran likes her so much and is determined to be with her... then let him be.

You can't... let your own grandson repeat his father's mistakes and lose his mother's company and love since childhood, right?

A blood-based, almost instinctive sense of acceptance, mixed with the desire and curiosity for a grandson, quickly replaced the previous resolute opposition.

The expression on her face gradually changed from shock and disbelief to a complex contemplation with a hint of subtle joy.