Chapter 993 The Swan Mother Will Fly with Her Baby Swan

Bored during class, he kept examining the bag of cookies of unknown origin. Looking at the text on the back of the packaging, he remembered the method his mother had taught him to tell if food was expired. He glanced at it casually, but to his surprise, the cookies were actually expired!

It's even outrageous that it was produced three years past its expiration date in 2019.

Someone has been planning to poison me for three years!

He made up his mind.

At lunchtime, Lu Yanhe threw the biscuits into the trash can by the classroom door, grabbed her schoolbag, and ran quickly towards the stairwell.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lu Yanhe quickly reported, "Dad, someone sent me expired cookies to poison me."

"Didn't I tell you not to eat things given by strangers?"

"I didn't eat it, but luckily I'm a better cook!" He crossed his arms, his gaze deep, like a little adult.

"Where did you learn that word?" Lu Yuanqiu asked with a smile as he drove.

The two arrived at Zheng Yifeng's home, where Zheng Yifeng usually rests after get off work at noon.

Upon opening the door, the first thing to appear before Su Miaomiao was the sound of music playing "Red High Heels."

"Hey, your stereo is the same one I bought." Lu Yuanqiu glanced towards the living room while changing his shoes.

Su Miaomiao replied with a smile, "Xiaxia recommended it."

Where is Zheng Yifeng?

"He's sleeping. Tell him to wake him up when you arrive."

Seeing that Su Miaomiao sat on the sofa after speaking without calling anyone, Lu Yuanqiu tentatively asked, "Did you two have another fight?"

"This is ridiculous. I've never seen such a chauvinistic man before." Su Miaomiao's voice was low and muffled, as if she was really angry.

Lu Yanhe nestled between her father's legs, quietly watching her. Then she turned around and saw Uncle Zheng, who was lying on the bed in the master bedroom with the door slightly ajar, scratching his leg.

"What exactly happened?" Lu Yuanqiu asked.

Su Miaomiao turned up the music, and Cai Jianya's singing voice filled the entire room. She said, "I want to go out to work, but he disagrees. I said that Yanyan is only six years old, and Xiaxia also goes out to work, right? He said that Xiaxia is the heir of Baixi and has to go, but I am different. I can just stay at home and take good care of Junjun."

She spread her hands: "Me... how am I different? Does he mean that I don't have any family business to inherit? So I should just stay at home and be a full-time mom? Yes, I'm just an ordinary person, but does an ordinary person not have the right to choose how to live their life? I'm a master's graduate from a 985 university, after all."

...Lu Yuanqiu never expected that one day a local from Zhucheng would express feelings of inferiority in front of him.

Lu Yanhe turned around again and saw that Uncle Zheng was no longer on the bed in the master bedroom. Instead, half a foot was sticking out from below the edge of the door.

He blinked, looking bewildered.

Lu Yuanqiu sighed and said, "Teacher Su, you know that this kid's Chinese is the worst. Sometimes he can't express himself properly. You must know that he really didn't have any other thoughts when he said that. He just wanted to express that compared to Xiaxia, you have the right to choose to rest. He just couldn't bear to let you suffer at another company. After all, you didn't want to work at Daohe, right?"

"The higher the position of leadership, the more they understand how unfair the workplace is, especially for women at your stage. He just wants to protect you."

Su Miaomiao suddenly laughed after hearing this.

The phrase "women at your stage" would likely be interpreted by Zheng Yifeng as "women of your age."

She didn't speak, then muttered softly after a moment, "Couldn't he just talk like you? Say it nicely, be more tactful..."

Lu Yuanqiu: "..."

"You two drink some water, I'll go call him." Su Miaomiao stood up.

Lu Yanhe immediately turned around and saw that the foot at the edge of the door had disappeared. Uncle Zheng quickly ran back to the bedside and collapsed onto the bed.

Lu Yanhe's eyes widened: "?!"

After entering the bedroom, Su Miaomiao kicked the bed roughly: "Get up!"

"Zheng Yifeng, wake up!"

"Zheng Yifeng!"

"Get up!"

Even this sentence can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep.

Lu Yuanqiu turned around and looked at the scene. He smiled. He preferred to believe that Zheng Yifeng might just want to hear it a few more times: "Zheng Yifeng, get up."

As soon as Su Miaomiao raised her fist, Zheng Yifeng on the bed seemed to have a spider's sense of touch and immediately got up, even pretending to rub his eyes as if he had just woken up.

"Is it here?" he asked, seemingly confused.

"Of course, otherwise why would I be here talking to you?"

Su Miaomiao glared at him, turned around angrily, and walked out.

“I’m busy. It’s the 19th. Didn’t I say last time that I was going to take them to Zhucheng?” Zheng Yifeng looked up and said.

"I'm sorry." He then looked at Yan Yan.

Lu Yanhe's face fell again.

Su Miaomiao's pen hovered over the maple leaf she had drawn, without moving. She glanced to the side and saw that Zheng Yifeng had also finished drawing the maple leaf and hadn't moved it again.

Both of them seemed to be struggling with whose name to write.

Lu Yanhe kindly reminded her: "The most profound and unforgettable love."

"Of course it's my daughter Junjun." Su Miaomiao acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world and quickly started writing.

After she finished writing, she handed it to Lu Yanhe, and then openly looked at Zheng Yifeng's maple leaf. Zheng Yifeng also wrote the three words "Zheng Wanjun", glanced at his wife, and silently handed the maple leaf to Lu Yanhe.

Su Miaomiao's expression was sullen.

The two sat back on the sofa, capped their pens, and remained silent.

The music playing in the room was still "Red High Heels," and Lu Yuanqiu realized that Su Miaomiao was playing it on repeat.

As Lu Yuanqiu and Lu Yanhe left the house, the father and son had just entered the elevator when Lu Yuanqiu suddenly received a private message.

Teacher Su: Change what I wrote to Zheng Yifeng, but don't tell him.

Lu Yuanqiu was looking at the private message with surprise when, a few seconds later, another private message popped up above him.

Zheng Yifeng: Change what I wrote to Teacher Su, but don't tell her.

Lu Yuanqiu smiled.

She replied with a simple "Okay."

He replied to Zheng Yifeng again: "Why did you change your mind, Mr. Zheng?"

Zheng Yifeng replied to the message quite quickly.

Zheng Yifeng: Let me offer a deeper kind of love, like the reddest maple leaf on your son's clothes. [Grinning]

Did this guy say all the sweet nothings he was supposed to say to his wife to me...? Lu Yuanqiu's expression froze.

When Lu Yanhe returned to the classroom at noon, she found that the trash in the corridor trash can hadn't changed, but the cookies on top were gone.

How could someone pick up something that was thrown in the trash can?

It seems the thief is quite difficult to deal with.

He immediately became more vigilant, and everyone in the classroom seemed like the one who had poisoned him.

5:03 PM, Swan Lake.

Lu Yuanqiu and his son stared at their third sister, who stood motionless by the lake, for a full five minutes.

For five minutes, she stood in front of her easel, holding a paintbrush in front of her, wearing a white felt hat, gazing into the distance, completely still, without even blinking.

Lu Yuanqiu initially came to ask his third sister to write down the maple leaf, but now, seeing her current state, he is a little worried about her personal safety.

"Third sister, don't scare me." Lu Yuanqiu shook her shoulder.

Lu Douqing still didn't react.

Lu Yanhe suddenly held up an index finger in front of her and shouted, "I know! Third Aunt is practicing crossing her eyes! I can do that!"

"Go away, go away, go to the side." Lu Yuanqiu pushed his troublesome son aside.

He looked in the direction his third sister was gazing, but there was nothing in the sky. What was she looking at?

Another half hour passed, and the father and son tried various methods, from making faces and tickling to telling lame jokes, but none of them worked on Lu Douqing.

Bored, Lu Yanhe started squatting on the ground eating grass. While Lu Yuanqiu was hesitating about whether to call the police, he saw a white bird flying quickly across the sky. Suddenly, the third sister exclaimed "Ah!" and happily put down her pen to start drawing on the drawing board.

Lu Yuanqiu stared at the scene, speechless, and put down his phone: "So... you were standing still, just waiting for this bird to fly by? And then you drew it?"

It's almost dark!

Lu Douqing turned around and corrected, "It's called a white swan."

"Because it flies so fast, they say it will disappear in the blink of an eye, so I can't blink. You guys were just making me laugh, and it's hard to hold back laughter, but now I don't want to laugh anymore."

Lu Yuanqiu and Lu Yanhe stared at her speechlessly, as if crows were cawing overhead.

"I'm not free on the 19th."

Instead of drawing the outline of the maple leaf on the red cardstock, Lu Douqing switched to a white sheet of paper on the drawing board. She dipped her brush in red paint and carefully drew an extremely beautiful maple leaf on the white paper, with even a slight gradient in color.

"Reason!!" Lu Yanhe swung her little arms downwards and shouted upwards.

Lu Douqing pointed to the horizon and explained to her nephew, "On the afternoon of the 19th, the son of that swan will fly over here, and I have to wait for it here."

Lu Yuanqiu: "How can you tell that it's its son?"

"Because the mother swan will fly with her cygnets, and I want to capture the moment they appear," the third sister explained innocently.

How was this predicted? Lu Yuanqiu wanted to ask, but he knew that his third sister must have her own logic.

Holding the maple leaf given to him by his third sister, Lu Yuanqiu saw the three words "Lu Yuanqiu" written on it.

He handed the blank paper to his son, and Lu Yanhe stuffed it into his bag.

Lu Yuanqiu always knew that, in his third sister's logic, he was a family member who was a little different.

"Goodbye, Third Sister."

Goodbye, Third Aunt.

Lu Douqing was focused on her painting by the river, ignoring the waving of those behind her.

Five minutes later.

She quickly turned around.

The father and son were no longer visible behind them.

"Did Long Liandong go to the mountainous area to donate supplies to left-behind children? When did that happen? I didn't hear her mention it."

At the dinner table, Lu Yuanqiu asked his wife in surprise.

Bai Qingxia reached for some food, then shook her head: "It seems she didn't tell anyone. Chun Chun went to her house to find her and found out from her grandfather."

Lu Yuanqiu stroked his son's head, somewhat regretfully saying, "It seems we won't be able to find your Aunt Dong these next few days."

"Why doesn't Dad just call and ask her who she loves?" Lu Yanhe asked, licking her spoon.

"...Let's eat first."

"ah?"

"It must be her grandfather."

"Oh, what's her grandfather's name?"

"Dad will ask for you tomorrow."

Listening to the conversation between the father and son, Bai Qingxia bit the tip of her chopsticks, her gaze darting back and forth between their faces.

"I found out that Aunt Dong's grandfather's name is Long Sixiang."

The next day at noon, at the school gate, Lu Yuanqiu saw his son walking towards him with his small schoolbag on his back, so he rolled down the car window and called out to him.

But Lu Yanhe looked sullen.

"What's wrong?"

"Dad, do I look really effeminate? How can I become more like a man?" Lu Yanhe looked up from the roadside, her expression a little aggrieved.

"Did you have a fight with your classmate?"

Lu Yanhe didn't speak and lowered her head again.

Lu Yuanqiu smiled, got out of the car, and squatted down in front of him: "What a coincidence, the person Dad took you to meet at noon was really manly, ask her."

(End of this chapter)