"Where did this bastard come from, interfering in my affairs?"
Lu Cuilan held her chin high, showing no remorse for being caught stealing. Instead, she wore a look of contempt and disdain. "Do you know who I am? Your benefactor is my nephew, and I am his aunt. Do you believe I can kick you out right now?"
As soon as Lu Cuilan spoke, the younger children next to Xie Ziang all showed expressions of fear.
Only Xie Zi'ang stood tall, showing no fear, and calmly said, "Taking something without permission is stealing. Even if you are my benefactor's aunt, you are still stealing without his permission."
Furthermore, we were all saved by our benefactor. We will leave immediately if he tells us to. But you have no right to drive us away before he does.
His clothes were tattered and ragged, and he looked utterly disheveled, yet he inexplicably exuded an air of nobility that commanded respect.
Lu Cuilan thought to herself, "What the hell? How could I see the noble air and imposing presence that only young masters from wealthy families possess in an unwanted bastard?"
Could this little bastard be the young master of some wealthy family? Just as she thought about it, she shook her head violently, realizing she must be overthinking it.
How could that be!
Her nephew's hands aren't blessed by a deity; how could he possibly save a treasure so easily?
She pulled herself together and turned her gaze back to the delicious-smelling food.
The chicken soup in the soup smelled delicious, and the oily stir-fried vegetables made her so tempted that she wanted to open her mouth wide and pour all the meat and soup into her mouth at once.
She reached for the food again.
This time, however, she didn't reach for the meat and vegetables in the iron pot; instead, she planned to directly take the earthenware pot containing the Lu family's stewed chicken. But before she could even touch the pot, Xie Ziang slammed it down with a stick.
Lu Cuilan cried out and abruptly pulled her hand back, angrily cursing, "You little bastard, how dare you hit me!"
"I'll say it again, leave now." Xie Ziang remained calm and composed.
Lu Cuilan tried to take it by force, but while she could beat Xie Ziang alone, she couldn't defeat this group of children.
In the end, he could only leave, full of resentment and cursing.
After Lu Cuilan left, Cheng Junsheng asked worriedly, "Brother Zi'ang, we've offended our benefactor's aunt. Will he kick us out when he comes back?"
He was seven years old this year, and he was one of the children who were captured and taken to the cave around the same time as Xie Zi'ang. Because he always cried at the beginning, he was often beaten by the big men guarding him.
Xie Zi'ang had protected him several times, and from then on, he regarded Xie Zi'ang as his own elder brother.
Now, apart from his benefactor who saved him, Xie Zi'ang is the most important person in his life.
"Don't worry, our benefactor won't send us away." Although Xie Zi'ang hadn't been in the valley for long, he had already figured out the relationship between Lu Cuilan and the Lu family from the conversations of the people.
Knowing that she has a very bad relationship with the Lu family, what she said today was just a way to scare everyone.
Although Xie Zi'ang spoke with certainty, the group of young children were still terrified. They kept looking into the distance, hoping that Lu Shiyan would return soon, but also afraid that he would drive them away when he came back.
On the other side, Jiang Tangtang followed Lu Shiyan and finally found Lu Chenyan in a mountain bend downstream of the river.
The little guy lay on the moss by the riverbank, his face pale and his body soaking wet.
Jiang Tangtang's heart clenched instantly.
Her feet felt like they were weighed down by lead, as if they weighed ten thousand tons. She experienced a fear she had never felt before.
She dared not think about the outcome.
She was afraid that the outcome would be unacceptable to her.
"There's still life, don't be afraid!" Just as she was about to fall, Lu Shiyan caught her waist to prevent her from falling into the water.
Hearing Lu Shiyan's words, Jiang Tangtang snapped out of her overwhelming negative emotions. "I'm fine, don't worry about me, go and see Xiaoyan."
Lu Shiyan let go, lightly touched the water with his toes, leaped across the river, and picked up Lu Chenyan from the moss.
The little guy was barely breathing and his whole body was ice cold.
Lu Shiyan pressed his forehead and continuously channeled pure spiritual energy into his body.
He only let go after he had poured all the stored spiritual energy into his hand.
Carrying Lu Chenyan back to the other side of the river, Jiang Tangtang hurried over and asked, "How is Xiaoyan?"
She just saw Lu Shiyan's actions.
Although she couldn't see the spiritual energy he was channeling through his fingers, she guessed that it was mostly to save her son's life.
"His breathing is steady; he should be fine."
Jiang Tangtang immediately breathed a sigh of relief and reached out her hand, saying, "Can I hug him?"
Aside from the first day after she transmigrated, when she was carrying the little guy on her journey, she rarely held him.
But at this moment, a strange emotion welled up inside her, making her want to hug him.
"He was wet."
Lu Shiyan took off Lu Chenyan's clothes, took off his own clothes, wrapped them around Lu Chenyan's body, and handed them to Jiang Tangtang, saying, "He's gained a lot of weight recently, so you can hold him less often."
Jiang Tangtang immediately noticed that the little guy was indeed much heavier than when she first transmigrated.
She only held him for a short while before her arms ached terribly, but she didn't hand Lu Chenyan back to Lu Shiyan. Instead, she waited until she couldn't hold him anymore before giving him to Lu Shiyan.
The little guy who was very heavy for Jiang Tangtang was light as a feather to Lu Shiyan, and had no special background.
Seeing that Jiang Tangtang's face was pale, he simply put Lu Chenyan on his shoulder and leaned on him, then reached out his other hand to embrace Jiang Tangtang and used his lightness skill to take them back.
Jiang Tangtang's mind was focused on Lu Chenyan, and she didn't notice his figure.
Only then, leaning against her chest and feeling the heat emanating from it, did she belatedly realize that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
His chest was hot and hard like a branding iron, and his arms were thick and strong. He simply placed his hand on her waist and easily lifted her up.
Although she didn't look down, she could imagine how powerful those arms were.
Her face flushed slightly, and she tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on his handsome face. A strange feeling arose in her heart, as if they were a real family of three.
If you marry him and have a child as pitiful as Lu Chenyan, then marriage doesn't seem so objectionable.
"Sanlang, where did we find your son? How is he?" The villagers' shouts interrupted Jiang Tangtang's reverie.
She then realized that, without her noticing, they had already returned to the valley.
After landing, Jiang Tangtang quickly returned to the resting place, rummaged through her bundle, and found a set of clothes for Lu Chenyan.
She took a couple of steps with the clothes in her arms, then turned back and picked out a piece of clothing for Lu Shiyan as well. She then carried the clothes and hurried toward the father and son.
Right now, the villagers are surrounding Lu Shiyan, asking about the child's condition.
Hearing that the child had fallen into the water and was found in a river bend far downstream, many villagers sighed with regret.
This child is most likely gone...
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