Lu Mengmeng was somewhat confused.
I have absolutely no idea why my tiny little cub would use its waist demon power when it's already asleep.
However, she remembered that she was currently in a cold war with her tiny little baby and didn't pay much attention to him.
Just as Lu Mengmeng was getting a little drowsy, she suddenly felt a furry touch on her neck.
The texture was silky smooth, soft, and incredibly comfortable.
Lu Mengmeng woke up immediately.
My first thought was that my mischievous dog was back.
He turned around excitedly and met a pair of deep blue vertical pupils.
Hmm... she remembered the husky from before, it seemed like its eyes were two different colors.
How can it still be undergoing genetic mutation?
The huge white wolf lay down next to Lu Mengmeng, looking at her tenderly with its eyes.
She coaxed softly, "I'm fluffy too."
Here, have a hug. Don't be angry anymore.
Lu Mengmeng: ……
I'm... a little bit tempted.
However, he didn't forget that his tiny little puppy had chased away his dog spirit.
You can pet a dog every day, but you can't let your own little puppy turn into its original form every day so she can pet it to her heart's content.
She pouted.
His voice was muffled, and he said unhappily, "You're a wolf, not a dog."
I want my dog!
Lu Haotian said expressionlessly, "Woof!"
Lu Mengmeng: OVO.
"Well... I'll just have to make do with this!"
As she spoke, she could no longer control her wicked hands and pounced on Lu Haotian, groping him all over.
As a wolf demon, Lu Haotian's fur was naturally much coarser than that of some domesticated dogs.
But that's not a problem.
Lu Mengmeng brushed aside the top layer of guard hairs, revealing incredibly soft fur underneath, almost like that of a little white rabbit.
It feels incredibly comfortable to the touch.
Lu Haotian felt this little devil crawling all over him, her face buried in his shoulder blades, and making strange, excited "Awooooo!" noises. He was completely speechless.
So, is using his original form the only way he can win over his wife?
No matter how upset Lu Haotian was, Lu Mengmeng was quite happy that night.
I petted and stroked its fur to my heart's content.
The next morning, Lu Haotian led a beaming Lu Mengmeng downstairs.
In the living room, Lu Haoyu was already sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper while waiting for everyone to come down and have breakfast together.
When he saw Lu Haotian and the other person come down, he had them nod in approval.
What do you want to eat for breakfast?
You can talk to the housekeeper.
The housekeeper must have prepared everything very well this morning.
Of course, since Lu Mengmeng came, the food preparations at the old house have been very complete.
Many of those menus have been lost to time, and Lu Haoyu even suspected that the old man could prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for Lu Mengmeng every day.
Lu Mengmeng had been petting her fur all night and was in a good mood, so she wasn't picky about anything.
The very easy-going person said, "No need for that trouble."
"I'll just eat whatever's available for breakfast!"
Upon hearing Lu Mengmeng's instructions, the butler immediately ordered his servants to serve more than forty kinds of snacks, various congee and side dishes, as well as Western-style bread and eggs.
All the dishes that weren't too greasy and were meant to be eaten in the morning were served.
More than a hundred plates of all kinds were spread across the entire large table.
Although Lu Haoyu has seen his little ancestor like this for the past few days, he still can't quite accept it.
With so much food, let alone eating it, just looking at it makes him feel nauseous.
Lu Haotian was already used to it. After the two sat down, he said to them, "I'll go call Grandpa."
Lu Mengmeng didn't care at all, and waved her hand, ruthlessly abandoning the "dog" she had been petting all night.
She embodied the "use and discard" mentality of a heartless woman to the extreme.
But not long after Lu Haotian went upstairs, Lu Mengmeng and Lu Haoyu suddenly heard Lu Haotian let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"grandfather!!!"
Upon hearing his piercing screams, the two immediately sensed that something was wrong.
He immediately got up and rushed upstairs as fast as he could.
When they arrived at Grandpa Lu's room, they saw Lu Haotian kneeling beside Grandpa Lu's bed, his head buried in Grandpa Lu's body, sobbing softly.
Even with such a loud noise, the sleeping old man Lu did not wake up.
Her eyes were closed, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, her hands were folded in front of her chest, and she was also gently holding the necklace containing Grandma Lu's photo.
His sleeping face was serene.
Seeing this scene, Lu Mengmeng unconsciously dropped the char siu bao she was holding to the ground.
She stood there, her eyes red and swollen, somewhat at a loss.
Just like the day Old Master Lu handed Lu Haotian over to her.
He took a step forward and came to Old Master Luo's side.
This time, however, Old Master Lu did not ask her, "Little ancestor, you've arrived?"
And when she saw the little cub lying motionless on the bed, already lifeless, she couldn't bring herself to ask, "Little cub, are you going to die too?"
She couldn't hear her own little cub's tender comforting words, "We are human, so don't be sad." and "When Haotian grows up, you can return to your own clan, so you won't be sad because of our short lifespan."
Big, big tears fell uncontrollably, pattering down their faces.
Of the four people in the room, one was deceased, and the other three were grieving his passing.
The low sobs continued for a long time.
Grandpa Lu's funeral was held on the morning of three days later.
The vast farewell hall in Jingxiang Garden was filled with black, white, and navy blue, making it look particularly somber.
The wreaths on both sides of the house were placed until there was no more room, so they had to be placed outside the door.
The photo of Grandpa Lu was placed in the center, with a white wreath with a blue character for "mourning" on it, which was particularly jarring.
Business elites from all walks of life gathered, all expressing their regret over the passing of Mr. Lu.
Everyone in this circle knows that Old Master Lu, a white-haired man, outlived his black-haired son, single-handedly built up the entire Lu Group, and personally raised his grandson when he was still a baby.
Both his character and abilities are convincing.
Wei Qishan's grandfather, who had been a close friend of Old Master Lu for decades, naturally attended the funeral.
He walked over to Lu Haotian and patted him on the shoulder.
He sighed and said, "Don't worry too much."
People our age are already mentally prepared for this kind of thing.
However, it was just that they were prepared; it didn't mean they weren't afraid of death.
However, it was naturally inappropriate for him to say such things to Lu Haotian in this setting.
He simply changed the subject, saying, "Your grandfather probably already knew that this day would come soon. You are a good person, very filial, and very well-behaved now."
You did not disappoint your grandfather's hopes.
If you really miss your grandfather, then fulfill his last wish and carry on the Lu family's legacy.
This way, you haven't let him down after all those years of nurturing you.
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