Chapter 22 He Can Not Want to

Lu Yao spoke softly, and wisps of white mist floated between them.

One after another, they stretch across the road ahead where one cannot see the distance clearly.

After all, the peace and tranquility that the Lu family enjoys now is only temporary.

Xie Yan is a problem, and the Lu family is also a problem. I hope that everything will turn out well.

The smile in Xie Yan's eyes froze, hiding a cold frost, like a dark river flowing quietly, with emotions surging.

"Xie Yan, if the prince of Zhenguo promised you a huge fortune, a high position and generous salary, would you weigh the pros and cons and give Chao Chao to him?" Lu Yao was still a little worried.

Sincerity is precious, but sincerity can also change.

"If you feel scared someday, you can just send Chao Chao back home."

Xie Yan said firmly, "Second brother, I will not make compromises, nor will I give in."

"Chao Chao is a living person, not an object that can be sent here and there."

"You should remember what I said today." Lu Yao raised his hand and patted Xie Yan's shoulder without saying anything else. Lu Mingchao held the bowl full of milk tea, gently lifted a corner of the door curtain, and looked into the courtyard. He felt that the scene of Lu Yao and Xie Yan standing side by side was as beautiful as a painting.

One is handsome, the other is elegant.

It is a bright color in the lonely and monotonous winter.

Yunniang nudged Lu Mingchao with her elbow, first glanced at Xie Huaiqian who was chatting and laughing with Xiaoxin, then asked in a low voice, "Does your second brother dislike Xie Yan?"

It's not that Yunniang is overly suspicious, but she feels that the atmosphere is very serious just from a distance.

Lu Mingchao sipped his milk tea and said, "Mom, my second brother might be telling Xie Yan to treat me well and not to let me down."

Yunniang was startled, then sneered, her voice full of joy and satisfaction, "This brat."

"Mom and your dad are still alive, so it's not his turn."

"It seems that the beating with the bamboo stick that night was not enough, so he only remembered the food but not the beating."

Yunniang was happy from the bottom of her heart. She knew very well that Santu had hated Lu Miao all these years and also blamed her and Chunsheng for being a peacemaker. She understood it but had no way to solve the problem.

Over time, Santu built a solid wall and became increasingly cold and alienated from his family.

Now, Lu Miao is gone, and Chao Chao has opened the door of Santu's heart.

"Mom, my second brother is doing this for my own good." Lu Mingchao drank the slowly cooling milk tea in the bowl, lowered the curtain, and took Yunniang's arm with a hint of childish coquettishness.

Yunniang's heart was so soft that after so many years, she finally got her own sweet little cotton-padded jacket.

"Go and talk to Huaiqian. A mother needs a wife who is worthy of being a mother."

Lu Mingchao nodded, walked over slowly and sat next to Xie Huaiqian.

Xie Huaiqian's mood was mixed with a subtle yet unnoticeable tension, which made him involuntarily tense his back and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his palms.

He knew that his father must have confessed his origins to Lu Mingchao just now.

What about Lu Ming Dynasty?

Would you still be willing to marry my father and become his stepmother?

He could see that since the change of engagement, his father's eyes had brightened and he began to look forward to the future.

Dad has had a hard time these years.

"Sister Lu." A smile appeared on Xie Huaiqian's lips, and his elegant face suddenly became bright and lovely.

Lu Mingchao raised his hand and gently stroked Xie Huaiqian's back. "Huaiqian, you don't need to be so reserved."

"Your father and I have already been married, and my family will also be your family."

Hearing this, Xie Huaiqian's eyes sparkled with a burning light, and he blinked, full of anticipation.

"Sister Lu, you, you don't dislike my father?"

"Are you still willing to marry him?"

Lu Mingchao: ...

Dislike it?

Where to start?

Lu Mingchao raised his eyebrows, slightly lengthened his tone, and asked seriously, "Huai Qian. Is your father not good?"

Xie Huaiqian hurriedly explained, "No, my father is fine."

"He is from Changxi Village, no, he is the best looking and most capable person in Changhe County."

"Then how could I dislike him?" Lu Mingchao smiled and rubbed Xie Huaiqian's head.

"Sister, I want one too." Lu Xin muttered and stretched his head over, placing it obediently on the small wooden table in front of Lu Mingchao.

Lu Mingchao: ...

This scene gives me a sense of déjà vu of a guillotine.

"Sister?" Seeing that Lu Mingchao did not move, Lu Xin stretched his neck again and took the initiative to put his furry little head into Lu Mingchao's palm.

Lu Mingchao raised his hand and rubbed it, and Lu Xin's laughter was bright and clear.

"Sister Lu, is milk tea a new thing in Shangjing City?" Xie Huaiqian rested his elbows on the table, his chin on his palm, with a curious look on his face.

Lu Mingchao gently combed Lu Xin's hair while answering Xie Huaiqian's question, "There is no milk tea on the market in Shangjing City yet. If you like it, you can take some back."

Let me ask, who can solve the temptation of various types of milk tea?

Xie Huaiqian thought for a moment, then shook his head, "After Sister Lu marries Dad, Sister Lu will do it for the first time."

Let Ru'an and Jingyi be patient for a few more days. With the novel and delicious milk tea, Sister Lu should be able to easily win them over.

He is also working hard for his father's happiness and the harmony of his family.

Before Lu Mingchao could think about it carefully, Lu Xin suddenly raised his head and several strands of his hair were pulled out.

Lu Xin seemed to feel no pain, blinking his eyes like a kitten about to be abandoned, and stammered, "Sister, after you get married, will you still live at home? Will I still be able to see you every day?"

For Lu Xin, in just a few days, he could eat soft meat, drink sweet milk tea, and have his sister teach him words and tell him beautiful stories in a gentle voice. His sister would not scold him coldly and ask him to die like his old sister did, nor would he look at him with sadness, sighing with red eyes like his grandma, parents and older brothers did.

He didn't like to hear his older sister scold him, but he hated even more to hear his parents and older brothers sigh.

With every sigh, his heart ached, as if the endless mountains behind Changxi Village were pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

He wanted to make his grandmother, parents and brothers happy, but no matter how hard he tried, he did everything he could think of, but his parents and his older brothers' eyes would become even redder.

Especially grandma and mother.

Grandma would beat the bed over and over again, crying and asking why God was so cruel.

My mother would turn her head to the side and shed tears, choking and repeating over and over again, "Son, what should I do in the future?"

When he saw his mother crying, he could only clumsily wipe her tears and told her not to cry and that Xiaoxin could live without her in the future.

He is so useless.

Not only did it fail to comfort my mother, but it made her cry even harder.

Until now, he still has no answer from his mother about the future.

However, he has been very happy and content these days. His grandmother, parents, and brother are all like him, with smiles on their faces that are more beautiful than the warm sunshine in the sky.

He thought, if it could always be like this, he really could forget about the future.

If things were not good before, will they be very good in the future?

He doesn't know.

He just wants to stay in the present.

If his sister gets married, will he be thrown back to the past?

White hair is as new as before