Chapter 358 I'm going out later
A hint of approval flashed in Lu Yiran's eyes:
"Okay, let's follow your plan."
The three professionals looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
After the three people left, Lu Yiran turned and walked towards the study on the second floor.
The solid wooden door closed gently behind him, he unbuttoned his suit and sank into the leather office chair.
He turned on his computer and began to process the work emails that had piled up over the past few days.
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At exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Yiran's black Mercedes stopped under the sycamore tree at the school gate on time.
He leaned against the car door, tapping the dial lightly with his slender fingers, his eyes always fixed on the crowd pouring out of the school gate.
Not long after, a small figure carrying a blue schoolbag appeared in sight.
Chenchen lowered his head, kicked the pebbles on the road with his toes, and walked slowly.
When passing by Lu Yiran, he deliberately turned his head to the other side, pretending not to see it.
"Get in the car."
Lu Yiran's voice sounded slowly.
Chenchen then stopped and tilted his head to look at the car parked on the side of the road.
Today Lu Yiran drove his own car, not Mu Nanyan's car before.
The little guy's eyes rolled, and he suddenly thought of something, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
He deliberately went around to the back seat, opened the car door forcefully, and was about to say, "You know I need to sit in a child seat, right?", but he was stunned when he saw the child safety seat in the back seat.
It was a brand new blue child seat with his favorite dinosaur pattern printed on it.
Chenchen looked up in surprise and met Lu Yiran's smiling eyes.
When did this man become so attentive? He even knew to get him a child seat. How rare!
"What's wrong? Don't you like this color? I saw your backpack was covered with dinosaurs last week, so I picked this one."
Lu Yiran bent down to help him adjust the seat belt.
Chenchen's face flushed slightly, and he awkwardly slid into his seat, muttering softly:
"I'm not a child anymore..."
Lu Yiran chuckled, closed the car door, and walked around to the driver's seat to fasten his seat belt.
In the rearview mirror, Chenchen was secretly touching the dinosaur pattern on the seat, his eyes sparkling.
Lu Yiran turned the steering wheel, looked at Chenchen and said:
"It's still early, do you want to go out and play?"
Chenchen was not very interested in Lu Yiran's proposal and replied indifferently: "Where to?"
"Going to meet some friends of mine, they want to meet you."
Chenchen became alert instantly when he heard this. Could it be that this man wanted to take him to meet another woman while Mommy was away?
Today when he was at school, a male classmate in his class was saying that his father and mother were divorced, and his father secretly let him meet his new girlfriend under the pretext of taking him out to play.
Chenchen doesn't want a stepmother. He still remembers the woman he saw in the Lu family's old house.
"No, I want to go home and do my homework!" Chenchen refused firmly, his voice eight octaves higher than usual.
Upon hearing this, Lu Yiran didn't force it. However, An Jiajun suddenly brought it up today, and Lu Yiran remembered that he hadn't taken him to meet those people yet. So he thought that he had time to take Chenchen out to play today, and since he didn't want to, forget it.
"Okay, let's go straight home then."
Lu Yiran turned on the turn signal and the car drove steadily towards Yuehu Yundi.
When he arrived at the door of his home, Chenchen stood in front of the two doors and hesitated. Should he go back to his own home or go to Lu Yiran's place?
"You're living with me during this time. It's not safe for you to stay home alone."
Lu Yiran's voice came from behind, low and firm.
Chenchen pursed his lips, finally nodded, and followed him into the next room.
The little guy has always been self-disciplined in his studies. As soon as he entered the door, he walked towards the guest room where he had stayed before, put his schoolbag on the table, and prepared to do his homework.
Lu Yiran stood at the door, one hand in his pocket, and asked, "Do you need me to help you with your homework?"
Chenchen replied without even looking up: "No, these questions are too easy."
Lu Yiran raised his eyebrows, said nothing more, turned around and left, closing the door behind him.
He had just sat down on the sofa when his cell phone rang suddenly.
In the room, Chenchen paused his pen and pricked up his ears.
Whose phone is this? Could it be... that woman's phone?
The little guy's alarm bells immediately went off.
Although he didn't have a good impression of Lu Yiran, he could see that Sister Yan liked this man.
Now that Sister Yan is not here, he has to keep a close eye on her!
Thinking of this, Chenchen tiptoed to the door and eavesdropped through the crack.
Lu Yiran didn't shy away and answered the phone directly in the living room.
"Hello."
A male voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Come out and play tonight! Bring your son along!"
It’s An Jiajun.
Chenchen pricked up his ears, trying to catch the conversation.
Lu Yiran was helpless:
"Why are you so obsessed with my son? If you want a child, you can have one yourself."
"That's easy to say! Do you think everyone can be a father without any pain like you?"
An Jiajun shouted exaggeratedly:
"If my old man knew I had caused a death, he would force me to marry! Giving up the entire forest for a child? I'm stupid!"
He paused, and his tone suddenly became emotional:
"But honestly, hearing you call me 'son' all the time, I'm not used to it. Who would have thought that among all of us, you would be the first to become a father?"
Lu Yiran subconsciously glanced in the direction of the guest room, his voice slightly lowered:
"I didn't expect..."
"I still remember when we were drinking, Chu Ci swore that with your unromantic nature, you would definitely be single for the rest of your life. I wonder if his face hurts now?"
An Jiajun thought of this and smiled unkindly.
Lu Yiran's eyes dimmed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal, and said jokingly:
"Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?"
"I've laid out so much groundwork, and you still don't understand? Hurry up! Bring your son out to see me!"
An Jiajun felt that all he had said was in vain.
"He doesn't want to go."
"No, he rejected me without even meeting me? That's too heartbreaking!"
An Jiajun felt like he had suffered a critical hit of 10,000 points.
Lu Yiran calmly finished off the attack:
"That's good, so you don't lead him astray."
An Jiajun: “???”
An Jiajun, who was furious on the other end of the phone, was completely furious:
"Lu Yiran! Can you speak? If you can't, then don't speak. What do you mean I led him astray? Who of us is worse? Don't you know?"
Lu Yiran chuckled and hung up, leaving An Jiajun on the other end jumping up and down.
Behind the door, Chenchen breathed a sigh of relief, a look of satisfaction on his little face.
Well, at least for now, he seems to be doing well.
Just as Chenchen turned around and was about to go back to do his homework, Lu Yiran's phone rang again.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
The crisp ringing sound was particularly harsh in the quiet living room.
The little guy paused, his face wrinkled. He must have received too many phone calls every day!
No matter how Chenchen looked at it, he felt that this man was unreliable.
The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and he tiptoed back to the crack of the door.
Lu Yiran glanced at the caller ID, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he answered the call directly:
"You're with him?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was very low. Chenchen couldn't hear the content clearly even when he stood on tiptoe. He only heard Lu Yiran reply lightly:
"It depends on the situation. We'll talk about it later."
The call ended abruptly.
Chenchen stood there in confusion. What was going on in these words? What kind of riddle was this?
He waited at the door with bated breath for a long time, and only after confirming that there was no third call did he go back to do his homework in disappointment.
An hour later, the villa butler delivered dinner on time.
As soon as the exquisite lunch box was placed on the table, Chenchen's stomach growled in agreement.
At the dinner table, Lu Yiran suddenly spoke:
"I'm going out later."
Chenchen paused while picking up the food:
"Where are you going?"
"Want to go out for a drink?"
"Why did you take me with you when you go drinking?" The little guy chewed the rice loudly on purpose.
Lu Yiran wiped the corner of his mouth:
"Then you should rest early at home. I will be back before twelve o'clock."
Having said that, Lu Yiran was about to stand up.
"etc!"
Chenchen put down his chopsticks with a snap, his round eyes wide open.
"You left me home alone to go out drinking?"
Lu Yiran turned around with an innocent look:
"Didn't you say you couldn't go?"
Seeing the little guy's angry look, he added:
"There are bodyguards at the door, it's very safe."
As Lu Yiran spoke, he glanced at the watch on his hand. Seeing that it was almost time, he walked straight to the door.
Chenchen didn't expect that even after he said that, Lu Yiran still wanted to go out, and he looked like he was in a hurry. There must be something fishy!
Chenchen rushed in front of him in one step.
"Wait! I changed my mind, I want to go with you!"
Lu Yiran raised his eyebrows: "You want to go again now?"
"Stop talking nonsense, are you going to leave?"
The little guy had already put on his coat swiftly and was standing at the entrance, glaring at him.
Lu Yiran lowered his head to cover the corners of his mouth that were raised. It turned out that provoking others always worked for him.
Half an hour later, Star Game City
The colorful neon signs are particularly dazzling in the night, and the dynamic music makes the floor tremble slightly.
It was Chenchen's first time to visit such a place. He was full of curiosity and looked around with shining eyes.
The elevator goes directly to the VIP box on the top floor.
The moment the box door opened, the aroma of fried chicken hit me.
Two men were lying on a leather sofa and feasting on their food in a very unkempt manner, while a man in a dark grey haute couture suit was leaning elegantly on a single sofa, which was totally out of place in this worldly scene.
"Old Lu, you're really—wow! Could this be your son?"
An Jiajun, who was wearing a floral shirt, jumped up with a somersault, and the fried chicken leg in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop".
Chenchen looked around the box warily. There was no perfume, no high heels, and not even a female waiter.
Chenchen looked around the box warily. There was no pungent smell of perfume, no exquisite high heels, and not even a waitress in sight.
The little guy glanced at Lu Yiran secretly, and his ears felt slightly hot. It turned out that this man was really just here to meet a friend.
Lu Yiran led Chenchen towards the crowd, his eyes falling on Shi Mubai, who was dressed in a suit and tie:
"When did you come to Haicheng?"
Shi Mubai shook the whiskey in his hand:
"I just got off the plane today. If Old An hadn't tipped me off, I wouldn't have known you were back in Haicheng."
"Take care of some things and be a full-time dad for a few days."
Shi Mubai glanced back and forth between the father and son, and asked meaningfully, "Have you reconciled with her?"
“Almost.”
Lu Yiran caught a glimpse of Chenchen being sandwiched between An Jiajun and Qi Fengyao, one on each side. The little guy stood stiffly, like a lamb surrounded by wolves.
An Jiajun's hands were shiny and greasy from wearing disposable gloves. Every time Chenchen took a bite of fried chicken, he would shrink an inch into the sofa.
Qi Fengyao went even further, coming right up to Chenchen and staring at him as if he was studying a rare species.
Lu Yiran frowned and pulled Chenchen out:
"You two should stop and don't scare him."
An Jiajun wiped his mouth exaggeratedly:
"No, your genes are too strong. I thought I saw a holographic projection of you as a child! You are exactly the same."
Qi Fengyao rarely agreed, "Indeed, this is exactly a smaller version of you."
An Jiajun smiled evilly and gestured with his greasy hands:
"I was trying to persuade you to do a paternity test before, but now it seems completely unnecessary. This face is the best paternity test."
Chenchen's little face fell instantly.
What did they mean? Doubt his identity? Oh, he didn't even want to be Lu Yiran's son!
The little guy stood up suddenly, walked to the farthest sofa without recognizing anyone, and sat down, just like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Seeing this, An Jiajun looked at him blankly:
"Hey, why did you run away?"
"We cannot work together if we do not share the same ideals."
Chenchen crossed his arms and raised his little chin high.
An Jiajun: ??? No? He was being lectured by a five-year-old kid? Does he even know what "people with different ideologies cannot work together" means?
There was silence in the box for a second, then laughter broke out.
Lu Yiran lowered his head to cover the corners of his mouth, Shi Mubai raised his glass to hide his smile, and Qi Fengyao just grinned and laughed.
An Jiajun laughed dryly and gave Lu Yiran a thumbs up:
"Alright, Old Lu, you're definitely my son. This venomous tongue is inherited from you."
Lu Yiran took a sip of wine slowly:
"Genetic advantage. After all, not everyone can be as annoying as you."
"Am I disliked?"
The fried chicken in An Jiajun's hand suddenly lost its flavor. He angrily pulled off his gloves and threw them on the table.
He rubbed the tissue between his greasy fingers again and again, and suddenly an idea came to him. He moved towards Chenchen with what he thought was his most kind smile.
He wants to prove through his strength that he is loved by everyone, and that being disliked is all bullshit!
He squatted beside the sofa, his voice so sweet that honey could drip out.
"Chenchen, right? The arcade downstairs just got some Transformers co-branded games. Uncle can take you there to play, okay?"
Seeing that An Jiajun's "devil's claws" were about to touch him, Chenchen dodged and rushed back to Lu Yiran like a small cannonball.
Qi Fengyao saw this and teased unkindly:
"Look at you, you must have read a lot of human trafficker training manuals, right?"
An Jiajun pointed at his handsome face and said in disbelief:
"You're talking nonsense! Have you ever seen such a suave human trafficker?"
"You seem to have some misunderstanding about being romantic."
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