What are you looking at?
Lu Yan patted his hand on the back of his hand, and Zhuang Yan came back to his senses, looking away: "It's nothing."
Raising an ingrate is disgusting enough, but the thought that this ingrate might be Gu Qian's offspring is like eating shit, making me feel nauseous and angry.
Seeing Zhuang Yan's unpleasant expression, Lu Yan turned around and looked in the direction of his gaze, but saw nothing.
The two bought some hot pot ingredients and decided to enjoy hot pot on the balcony that evening while admiring the moon, accompanied by some wine, and finally finish off the mooncakes, thus concluding the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Lu Yan sobered up, while Zhuang Yan was making soup in the kitchen. The two of them washed the ingredients together, placed the table on the balcony, and lit mosquito-repelling incense.
The weather was kind to us; what seemed like a rainy day turned out to be a pleasant surprise as the clouds cleared up and the moon peeked out in the evening.
There were also crabs steaming in the pot. Zhuang Yan used scissors to cut off the crab legs and skillfully picked the crab meat into a plate and handed it to Lu Yan.
After eating meat and drinking wine, both of them were slightly tipsy. Lu Yan's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were watery. She swirled her wine glass and said in a hoarse voice, "I went to see my mother today."
Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, listening to Lu Yan continue.
“Do you know my mother? She committed suicide in the bathtub when I was four years old. It was Christmas Eve, and I was wearing a red princess dress. I just can’t understand why she chose to die that night when it was a day to pray for peace.”
“During those years when I was most powerless, I truly hated her, yet I couldn’t help but miss her.”
"Everyone wants to live, who wants to die? She was forced to her death."
"If I had been older and more sensible back then, and had found out she was sick, coaxed her to see a doctor and take her medicine, and tried my best to love her, would she not have committed suicide?"
"I hate the Lu family so much, I hate Lu Nanjun, I hate Lu Yu, I hate Lu Mei, I hate Lin Tingyu."
Lu Yan immediately named four people: Lu Nanjun, her father who died three years ago; Lu Yu and Lu Mei, her half-siblings; and Lin Tingyu, Lu Nanjun's first wife and the older sister of Lu Yan's mother, Lin Zhixue, whom Lu Yan should have called her aunt.
Back then, the marriage between the sister-in-law and brother-in-law in the Lu family was a very ugly affair. As time went by, and with everyone dead, no one mentioned it anymore.
Zhuang Yan knew all this because Xia Wan casually mentioned it to him.
That's why Xia Wan always looked down on Lu Yan.
Lu Yan rarely loses her temper. Perhaps the alcohol brought back painful memories of her past. At this moment, she looked extremely vulnerable. She didn't cry, but just looked at Zhuang Yan with reddened eyes.
Lu Yan knew that her mother loved her and didn't want to abandon her, but she was sick and couldn't even save herself.
While she was alive, she tried her best to give Lu Yan the best of everything. Even when she was coughing up blood and in so much pain that she couldn't sleep all night, she would pretend nothing had happened as soon as it was light and greet Lu Yan with the best spirits. She was so good at pretending that no one noticed that she was already terminally ill.
She made all sorts of delicious food for Lu Yan and helped her develop good habits. Four-year-old Lu Yan could dress herself, take a bath, wash her socks, and help her mother with housework. When she was hungry, she would make her own milk without making a fuss.
She could sing the songs her mother used to sing to her. Later, her mother died, and she was afraid of the dark at night, so she would sing to herself to sleep.
Every year, her mother would prepare a birthday gift for her, and this continued until she turned 18. When she turned 18, she received an investment plan that her mother had bought for her, worth nearly 500 million yuan. Lu Yan used that money to start her own business. Before that, she had already made a lot of money by mining Bitcoin.
The cause of her mother's death was years of curses, her older sister's betrayal, the abuser's constant torment, the bystanders' indifference, and her being a burden...
So the first thing Lu Yan did after gaining power was to drive Lu Nanjun to his death, leave him paralyzed and bedridden, unable to take care of himself, and have his caregiver secretly feed him feces, making him rotten and foul inside and out.
As for Xia Wan's mother, Lu Mei, she died before Xia Wan could even make a move, which was entirely her own fault.
Her mother was so kind and gentle, raising Lu Mei with great care and hard work. Lu Mei was so ungrateful and even spat on her tombstone, calling her mother a mistress and a bitch. In the end, she cheated on her husband with a driver and died in the car. How ridiculous!
Lu Yu is now the only member of the Lu family left. What Lu Yu cares about most is money and status. She will let him watch the money in his hands slip away like quicksand.
Zhuang Yan felt sorry for her. He had no idea how many dark and ruthless thoughts she had at that moment. Her mind was full of revenge and how to kill people.
To her, Zhuang Yan was like the bright moon in the sky; he never belonged to her, yet he illuminated her.
The Mid-Autumn Festival moon was indeed brighter than usual, but in Lu Yan's eyes, it was not as bright as Zhuang Yan's.
Zhuang Yan didn't have to do anything; just sitting there, he shone brightly, a ray of light in her eyes.
Lu Yan was truly drunk; her head was spinning, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"I miss my mom, I miss her mango cake, candied apples, mooncakes, dumplings, and glutinous rice balls..."
She looked at the hand that was reaching out to her, and she reached out and grabbed it, letting him pat her head, clinging to the warmth of his palm like a child, and finally rubbing her face against it.
Lu Yan's face was warmer than usual, and soft. Zhuang Yan took the opportunity to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.
"I'll cook whatever you want to eat from now on."
Will you always stay with me?
"I will not leave, I will always be here."
Lu Yan moved towards him, leaned against his chest, and listened to his heartbeat, her emotions gradually calming down.
"The moon is so round tonight. I hope we can celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival together every year. I wish us a perfect future."
Seeing the tears in Lu Yan's eyes, Zhuang Yan's heart was still aching, a dense, throbbing pain filling his entire chest.
The person in my arms gradually quieted down, closing their eyes and remaining silent, as if they had fallen asleep.
Zhuang Yan got up, picked her up horizontally, carried her into the bedroom, and carefully placed her on the bed. Just as he was about to let go and leave, Lu Yan suddenly grabbed his hand.
Despite being drunk and confused, she was surprisingly strong. Zhuang Yan lost his balance and was pulled onto the bed by her.
The bed shook, and Lu Yan hugged his waist from behind, her head resting against his back as she slowly rubbed upwards.
Zhuang Yan felt a dense, itchy sensation on his back, and Lu Yan's hands, which were wrapped around his upper body, tightened.
He held her wrist to stop her from moving, and just as he was about to turn around, he heard Lu Yan exhale and say.
"Zhuang Yan, have you ever heard the saying that people with red moles on their bodies are blessed... I want to experience your blessing."
A warm, cool sensation came from the back of his neck; Lu Yan had kissed the back of his neck.
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