Xiao Shuihan was stunned for a moment when Luo Yilan grabbed his wrist.
His eyes and cheeks were flushed, tinged with drunkenness. He obediently put down his wine glass and leaned into Luo Yilan's arms without any restraint, whispering indistinctly:
"Ah Lan, actually I'd like to have some more."
Luo Yilan's eyes stung with tears as she gently patted his back, her voice clear and aloof:
"Big brother, didn't you hear what second brother said?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Shuihan turned her head away from her embrace, her eyes hazy with drunkenness as she looked at Xiao Yuxuan and Xiao Linzui: "What did they say?"
Xiao Linzui was helpless, and Xiao Yuxuan's face instantly darkened as he coldly spoke:
"I told you to drink some more, I'm waiting for the banquet."
Although Xiao Shuihan was slightly drunk, her reaction to his retorts was surprisingly quick:
What kind of feast are we having?
"Is this a family reunion table for me and my son, or a funeral table for you or the old man?"
Xiao Qianshan's fingers tightened, almost breaking the chopsticks in his hand. What sins had he committed to raise such a rebellious son?
Xiao Yuxuan's face turned ashen. He frowned and gritted his teeth, but ultimately felt sorry for his son's depressed drunkenness, and replied in a low voice:
"Eat at the family reunion feast for you and your nephew."
Upon hearing the "oh," Xiao Shuihan suddenly looked up at Luo Yilan, her eyes even redder.
"Ah Lan, will he still be able to eat at the family reunion feast for us and our son?"
“Son, he seems afraid of us.”
Luo Yilan reached out and gently stroked his head, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart, but still managed to offer words of comfort:
"Don't worry, don't worry..."
"It will be alright."
As the alcohol took effect, Xiao Shuihan disregarded the presence of others, reached out and hooked her arm around Luo Yilan's neck, pressing her face against her chest, her voice whimpering:
"Ah Lan, actually I'm content."
“I’m content that my son has been found. Whether he acknowledges us or not, I’m still content.”
"But I just feel terrible, what should I do?"
Xiao Yuxuan crossed his arms and said coldly, "If you're upset, just cry."
Xiao Fengyin chimed in, "Third Uncle, it's not a sin for a man to cry."
Xiao Shuihan read the random reply: "Who said I was upset? Who said I was going to cry? I only drank because I was happy."
However, turning to Luo Yilan, he said, "Alan, what should I do if I want to cry?"
Luo Yilan's expression was cool and aloof, but when she saw his pitiful, childlike, aggrieved look, her eyes showed pity, and she pulled him closer into her arms:
"Then I'll take you back."
Xiao Shuihan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, it's too embarrassing to cry in public."
"I'm going to cry all day when I get back, and you'll have to comfort me after I'm done crying."
Xiao Fengyin couldn't help but slap her forehead. My third uncle, listen to what you're saying!
Is this something that you, the one who was famous throughout Lingnan and was both talented and handsome, could say?
But...it feels so loving, such a contrast, he made her coax him.
Luo Yilan looked distressed and helpless, gently patted his head, and coaxed him softly:
"Okay, I'll take you back."
Xiao Shuihan glared at him: "Don't forget, you still have to coax me."
Luo Yilan chuckled: "Okay, I won't forget."
Xiao Shuihan nodded in satisfaction, rested his face on her shoulder, and fell silent, seemingly already preparing how to cry.
Luo Yilan reached out to help him up, then looked at the people at the table with an apologetic expression.
Xiao Qianshan and the others all had complicated expressions and nodded slightly. They felt bad for Xiao Shuihan because of what happened to him.
Luo Yilan supported Xiao Shuihan's arm and placed it on his shoulder, helping him walk slowly down the corridor.
Deeply drunk, Xiao Shuihan suddenly looked at her, his flushed face turning even redder, and whispered:
"Ah Lan, I want you to hold me."
Luo Yilan paused for a moment, then reached out and gently flicked his nose, shaking her head and chuckling softly:
"I can't carry him anymore."
Xiao Shuihan paid great attention to her appearance and maintained an excellent figure. Before she turned forty, she could hug Xiao Wujie just like Chu Liyue hugged him.
She can't hold him anymore, and she can't hold her son anymore either.
Xiao Shuihan chuckled softly, "Then I'll carry you."
Luo Yilan helped him continue walking forward, gently patting his shoulder: "Next time, how can I carry you when you're this drunk?"
Xiao Shuihan, his eyes glazed over, said, "I'm not drunk, um... no, I'm still drunk."
For no apparent reason, he suddenly asked, "Ah Lan, our son will recognize us, right?"
Luo Yilan paused slightly, nodded, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."
*
In the classically elegant room, wisps of smoke rise from a delicate incense burner.
Xiao Wujie rested his head on Chu Liyue's lap, a peaceful smile playing on his pale, handsome face. His eyes were closed, and he slept soundly.
Chu Liyue's light-colored shirt had two buttons undone, revealing a few red marks on her snow-white skin, like fallen plum blossoms, creating a sensual and ambiguous scene.
Her slender fingers gathered the low-cut neckline, gently brushing against Xiao Wujie's long, damp eyelashes, tracing his perfect eyebrows and eyes, and finally teasingly touching his sexy Adam's apple.
Xiao Wujie's delicate nose twitched slightly, letting out two soft hums of dissatisfaction. He turned to the side and buried his face in her belly, refusing to let her touch him.
Chu Liyue was stunningly beautiful, with a faint smile on her pristine face and her cold eyes filled with a tender affection that could melt anyone's heart.
The door opened slightly, and Lin Qingyi, dressed in a cheongsam, carrying a tray of incense burners, saw Xiao Wujie sleeping soundly and immediately made her footsteps even lighter.
She fiddled with the incense burner a few times, then gracefully sat down, holding her cheongsam in her hand.
The tenderness in Chu Liyue's eyes faded, and her fingertips gently caressed Xiao Wujie's delicate earlobe. She raised her eyes and asked calmly, "What happened that took so long?"
Lin Qingyi, with her delicate and beautiful face, glanced silently at Xiao Wujie, and said in a serious tone, "Sister Chu, I have found the material that can extract the components needed for the experiment."
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