Chapter 69
When Jiang Huaiyu got home, she noticed something was wrong. The house was in a mess, clearly having been burgled. She glanced at the door lock and saw no signs of forced entry. She had a pretty good idea of who had stolen it.
trouble.
He glanced at what was missing. The most important things to him were his ID and computer. Replacing the former would be troublesome, and the latter contained his thesis and the "startup project" that he and Lu Mingxiao had just begun to take shape.
They jokingly referred to him as "the child".
The good news is that all the documents are there; the bad news is that the "child" is lost.
There was also cash, clothes, shoes, a watch, and some jewelry. He didn't touch anything in the house. After a quick estimate, he was about to call the police when they called him first.
...
When Lu Mingxiao was seen, the man was explaining the situation to the police in English.
He was wearing a black camel hair coat, which his broad shoulders perfectly filled out. Underneath, he wore a turtleneck sweater. The lights from the coffee shop behind him illuminated his profile, highlighting his sharp and handsome features. He was also holding a gray scarf in his hand.
"I hesitated to take action due to concerns that the perpetrators might be carrying firearms..."
Jiang Huaiyu slowly stopped, his gaze falling almost greedily on Lu Mingxiao.
His lover, with his young and handsome face, exuded only calm composure. His English still had an accent, but he spoke fluently and clearly.
Hearing footsteps, Lu Mingxiao paused his statement and turned to look at Jiang Huaiyu.
The aroma of baking cakes wafted from the street corner, and the cheerful "Jingle Bells" jingled on the foreign street. In the instant their eyes met, similar smiles lit up in their eyes at the same time, along with similar tears.
"Hey, Damian."
...
The burglar was caught red-handed during the break-in, and the stolen goods were recovered in time.
Jiang Huaiyu obtained the case number from the police and provided his passport, rental agreement, and a list of stolen items. His landlord also arrived at the scene. After understanding the situation, the four police officers and the landlord left one after another. In the messy apartment, only two tall young men remained.
Lu Mingxiao stared at Jiang Huaiyu.
Jiang Huaiyu was wearing a white down jacket. She came downstairs in a hurry, and the zipper of the jacket was open, revealing a very festive sweater underneath. On the loose white sweater was a Christmas tree.
That sweater is fluffy and looks really nice to the touch.
Jiang Huaiyu's disheveled hair was fluffy and looked even better to touch.
Lu Mingxiao stepped forward and first checked the feel of the sweater. He leaned down slightly, slipped his arms into the down jacket, and wrapped them around the narrow waist under the sweater. With a little force, he pulled the person into his arms, his palms facing upwards, moving between the down jacket and the sweater, caressing the shoulder blades under the sweater.
"You scared me to death..." He pulled her tightly into his arms, buried his cold nose in Jiang Huaiyu's neck, and took a deep breath of her warm breath: "Do you know how I felt when I saw those two idiots pull out knives? I didn't dare to scream. If they had hesitated, they might have jumped out of their skin and attacked you..."
Jiang Huaiyu raised her hand, hugged his cold back, and patted him: "So you just dragged him into the alley to deal with it yourself, what if he choked?"
"How can you worry about so much?" Lu Mingxiao held the person in his arms tightly. "You've been feeling alright these past few days, haven't you? That woman can't be feeding you any random stuff, can she?"
"I'll go for a medical check-up after you leave."
"Why do you have to wait until I leave? Tomorrow is fine..."
"Brother Xiao." Jiang Huaiyu lifted her head from his embrace, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed him. "How many days can you stay here? One day or two? I don't want to stay even a minute longer..."
Lu Mingxiao held the back of his neck and swallowed the rest of his words.
He, too, didn't want to waste a single minute.
After locking the door from the inside, the handle was tied with a gray towel. The room was a mess, and no one bothered to tidy it up. They just wanted to make everything in the room even messier. A black coat was thrown on the floor, completely covering the white down jacket underneath, with the sleeves tangled together.
On New Year's Eve, they only dared to sneak up on each other. They didn't even dare to turn on the lights. But at this moment, the dim light cast by Xiao Deng at the head of the bed allowed them to see each other.
Lu Mingxiao felt as if he were playing with a warm piece of jade, delicate in every way, yet warm and supple. He gently bit the skin on Jiang Huaiyu's neck, his fingers landing on his chest, his voice hoarse, his tone slightly surprised.
"Pink, why?"
Jiang Huaiyu was trembling slightly, her fingertips involuntarily kneading the back of his neck: "What...why..."
“It’s pink everywhere.” Lu Mingxiao kissed his ear, his fingers tracing his lower abdomen, continuing downwards: “This one is too, but mine isn’t.”
Jiang Huaiyu felt like he was being burned alive. Lu Mingxiao's wasn't the one. He tried hard to remember, but the lights were too dim that night…
He was panting, and before Lu Mingxiao could start to dab at the fish, he grabbed his wrist.
Lu Mingxiao asked in his ear, "What's wrong?"
The next second, everything spun around him, and Xiao Yu under him did a somersault, turning upside down. His head sank into the soft pillow, and his nostrils were suddenly filled with Jiang Huaiyu's breath.
"I want to see." Jiang Huaiyu leaned down and bit Lu Mingxiao's earlobe: "Take it off, I want to see."
Lu Mingxiao always listened to Jiang Huaiyu.
A gray turtleneck sweater was thrown onto the bed, with a black undershirt underneath.
Jiang Huaiyu laughed out loud, hooking her finger around the hem of the undershirt: "Brother Xiao, I thought you had evolved into President Lu, why are you wearing layer upon layer?"
"Mr. Lu gets cold too..." Lu Mingxiao lay there, looking up at the towering Young Master Jiang, his hand resting on that narrow waist: "I can't wear children's clothes while I'm an intern, otherwise I'd be wearing a hoodie..."
Jiang Huaiyu smiled, her eyes slightly red at the corners.
"But Mr. Lu's undershirt is really nice."
It was quite good. Lu Mingxiao seemed to have gotten a bit stronger. His undershirt was form-fitting, and every line of his arms, shoulders, chest, and waist was clearly outlined by the black fabric, yet it was completely covered up to his Adam's apple.
Jiang Huaiyu admired him to her heart's content, then leaned down again and bit Lu Mingxiao's Adam's apple.
"You've been secretly working out?"
"How can this be called sneaking around?" Lu Mingxiao winced in pain, frowning slightly, but let him bite freely, grabbing his hand and tucking it under his shirt: "This is called dressing up for the one you want to please. I went back to my high school a while ago, and the principal asked me to give a speech. I realized I'm really not young anymore, tsk, isn't this a sense of crisis..."
He tensed his back: "President Jiang, please check the project results."
Jiang Huaiyu's face felt a little hot.
My fingertips lightly brushed over the firm lines beneath the clothes.
Lu Mingxiao's voice was a little hoarse as he gently pinched the back of Jiang Huaiyu's neck: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Jiang Huaiyu narrowed her eyes and smiled like a little fox: "Seeing is believing."
So the black undershirt went to the foot of the bed along with the sweater.
Jiang Huaiyu raised an eyebrow: "Hmm..."
His fingertips touched his chest: "Very satisfied."
Lu Mingxiao didn't overwork himself, nor did he have the time. Every inch of his body was still smooth and beautiful, with a touch of youthful slenderness.
The fingers traced the beautiful lines, winding their way down until they finally landed on the belt of the trousers.
"I'm still not used to it," Jiang Huaiyu said. "It's not my habit to go from sweatpants to dress pants."
Lu Mingxiao raised an eyebrow: "Just open the lid and eat. Young Master, you're too lazy. You won't even open it."
He placed one hand on the belt, his slender fingers applying slight force, and the metal buckle popped open with a crisp sound.
“Then I will do it for the young master.”
Young Master Jiang was satisfied.
Lu Mingxiao's was a deeper red; I could see it clearly this time.
As his fingertips touched him, the person beneath him shuddered and grabbed his wrist.
"Jiang Xiaoyu..."
Lu Mingxiao's eyes were dark, surging with an indescribable burning emotion. Jiang Huaiyu didn't understand why he wouldn't let her touch him, so she leaned down in confusion and touched his lips to hers: "What's wrong?"
Lu Mingxiao pulled the man down, hugged him, kissed his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Together."
...
The two of them slacked off until late into the night, but never finished.
First, Jiang Huaiyu didn't have anything he needed. Second, Lu Mingxiao felt he couldn't go too far. He had already promised Lao Song he wouldn't see Jiang Huaiyu. Given the special circumstances, he had already met her and taken a bite of her food, so the trip was worthwhile. If he were to take advantage of her completely, that would be going too far.
"So, if it weren't for this nanny thing, you really planned to just catch a glimpse of me from afar and then go back to China?" Jiang Huaiyu sat at the dining table and clicked her tongue in admiration: "Lu Mingxiao, you're such a Casanova."
“I’m not sure either. I feel like I can’t control myself once I see you. Actually, Lao Song probably already guessed that I would break my promise, but he still let me come…” Lu Mingxiao stirred the eggs and poured them into the frying pan: “Let us say, thank you, Dad!”
Song Jingliang, who was attending a meeting in the country, sneezed twice in a row.
Jiang Huaiyu was wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt, her long legs curled up on a chair, and she tilted her head to watch Lu Mingxiao busy in his small kitchen.
Lu Mingxiao's cooking skills are also evolving rapidly. The chicken porridge in the pot began to boil, and the delicious aroma of rice filled the small kitchen. He was wearing Jiang Huaiyu's short-sleeved shirt and pajama pants, the pants were a little short and the shirt was a bit tight. He was wearing the apron left by the Chinese nanny, the light pink color of which looked cute and contrasting on his tall and slender figure.
Noticing Jiang Huaiyu's gaze, he turned around in front of the stove and raised an eyebrow: "Jiang Xiaoyu, if you keep looking at me like that, we won't be able to eat breakfast."
“Lu Mingxiao,” Jiang Huaiyu mimicked his tone, “why can’t we have breakfast?”
"And you dare say that? Who gave you permission to get out of bed without pants?" Lu Mingxiao walked around the dining table, lifted the person from the chair, and carried him in his arms like a child, heading towards the bedroom: "You've only been better from your cold for a few days?"
He gently placed her on the bed, then leaned down and kissed Jiang Huaiyu's forehead: "Put on your pants."
Jiang Huaiyu smiled and turned to reach for another pair of trousers placed on the bedside table.
As the hem of her clothes slid up with her movements, Lu Mingxiao, who was standing by the bed, suddenly reached out and pressed down on Jiang Huaiyu's waist.
He leaned down and pulled Jiang Huaiyu into his arms, kissing her ear: "What's going on? I feel like you're seducing me."
Jiang Huaiyu turned her head to meet his gaze up close, and smiled, "Really?"
"Yes." Lu Mingxiao hugged his waist, pulled him back over, lifted his leg, knelt between Jiang Huaiyu's legs, and leaned down to kiss him: "What's wrong? Didn't you get enough of slacking off last night?"
“Not enough…” Jiang Huaiyu hooked her arms around his neck, and as if she had no idea how, she wrapped her long legs around his waist: “Brother Xiao, I miss you so much.”
Lu Mingxiao had heard this sentence countless times in the game's team chat channel. Every time he heard it, it felt like a small needle was pricking his heart, a lingering pain and soreness.
But when he heard Jiang Huaiyu say this face to face, he felt incredibly sweet. All those days and nights that couldn't be synchronized, all those restless longings, were finally fulfilled at this moment.
Lu Mingxiao regretted that he should have bought two boxes when he went to the supermarket in the morning.
"Little Fish, Little Fish Jiang..." He kneaded the soft flesh in his palm, forcing his reason back, even though the little fish in his hand was so proactive and docile, it just wouldn't work...
He gently kissed Jiang Huaiyu's sweaty nose to comfort her, then straightened up.
Jiang Huaiyu's voice was low and husky, filled with desire, as she kicked Lu Mingxiao's shoulder: "Go buy it."
"Old Song would be furious if he knew..." Lu Mingxiao chuckled softly, grabbed Jiang Huaiyu's ankle, pulled her to the bedside, and then knelt down on one knee.
Jiang Huaiyu gasped, her fingers gripping the bedsheet beneath her: "Lu Mingxiao!"
Lu Mingxiao couldn't speak; his mouth was busy.
...
Lu Mingxiao only stayed here for one day. The two of them didn't leave the house at all. On the day she sent Lu Mingxiao to the airport, Jiang Huaiyu felt a little uncomfortable when she put on her pants, and a large area of her thighs was chafed red.
He was both annoyed and amused.
Except for the last step, the two of them had explored everything, but they didn't know what Lu Mingxiao was insisting on, and he remained unmoved no matter how they tried to seduce him.
After seeing the person off at the airport, Jiang Huaiyu returned to her small apartment and began packing her things.
Lu Mingxiao will tell his father about the situation here. He doesn't need to rent a house anymore; it's more convenient to apply for a dormitory.
Hmm? Where's his Christmas tree sweater?
...
Lu Mingxiao wore a Christmas tree sweater over a black shirt, with the shirt collar showing, adding a touch of layering to the sweater.
He went to deliver the materials to Song Jingliang. Song Jingliang glanced at him, looked down at the materials, and suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked up abruptly.
"What kind of outfit is this?" he frowned. "Where's your formal attire?"
"Chairman Song, the company doesn't require formal attire." With no one in the office, Lu Mingxiao even turned around and asked, "Dad, does it look good?"
Song Jingliang already knew about the Chinese nanny from him, but the father and son tacitly kept it from Jiang Lan. Song Jingliang was also a little scared, who knew that they would let a wolf into the house.
Now that he knew about this, he naturally knew that his two sons had met. But this little wild boar was really ignorant of its own limitations and dared to provoke him!
Lu Mingxiao was kicked out of the chairman's office and then assigned a difficult project by the chairman.
The company's small group chat was immediately buzzing with messages: the illegitimate child had angered the boss and was about to be exiled to the frontier!
During lunch, Song Jingliang finally realized that the kid was doing this on purpose!
He was afraid that he wouldn't be willing to let his own son do hard labor, so he deliberately came to ask for punishment?
“That brat…” Song Jingliang chuckled.
He really couldn't bear to part with him. He was proud of Lu Mingxiao after the project was secured last time, but he also felt sorry for his son who often stayed up all night.
Is there a way to teach a child to walk without them falling down?
This is really a headache.
...
The rumors about the illegitimate child were officially debunked just before the winter break was coming to an end.
Lu Mingxiao is not only not an illegitimate child, but he is actually the biological child of Chairman Song and Chairman Jiang. As for why the family has three different surnames...
Uh, maybe we're not that familiar with each other.
Lu Mingxiao went back to Ancheng. He didn't even come back for the Chinese New Year this year. I wonder if Li Qing and Lu Chuan will be jealous?
He walked into the courtyard and felt that something was not right. It wasn't until Lu Chuan pushed open the door that he suddenly realized that the courtyard was too quiet.
“Dad…” Lu Mingxiao looked at the empty doghouse and his heart tightened: “Where’s Tiger?”
Lu Chuan was overjoyed to see his son return, but his eyes dimmed again when Lu Mingxiao asked about Hu Zi.
“This winter is cold, and Tiger isn’t doing well. Your mom and I were worried it wouldn’t make it, and since you weren’t home, we brought Tiger to your room…”
Before Lu Chuan could finish speaking, Lu Mingxiao went straight to his bedroom.
When he was six years old, Tiger was brought to his side; Tiger was one year old that year.
His parents told him that the little dog would guard him and, if it heard any bad people coming, it would loudly warn him and scare them away.
Later, Li Qing would still go out frequently, and Lu Chuan would also have to go out to see doctors. Many nights, he would sleep with Hu Zi in his arms.
Tiger is fifteen years old this year, an old dog, but in Lu Mingxiao's eyes, it will always be...
"You stupid dog! Get down here!"
The wall between the bedroom and the living room was hollow, separated by two layers of wooden planks. At this moment, there was a hole in it, and a dog's head was sticking out, tilting its head and sticking out its tongue. Judging from the "bang bang" sound, you could tell how happily the dog's tail was wagging inside the wall.
How much sorrow can one have? It's like a dog's head stuck in a hole in a wall.
He's not dead yet, and his animated portrait is already hanging on the wall!
"Woof woof—woof woof—!!!"
That shout was full of energy.
Lu Chuan followed in with a smile: "What's the rush? I haven't finished speaking yet. It's doing great, eating imported dog food, playing with imported toys, and oh, Grandma Li's big bone is also 'imported'..."
"Old Lu, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Your son really takes after you..." Lu Mingxiao breathed a sigh of relief and went over to study how Hu Zi had squeezed into the wall. He squatted down and glanced at the wall: "You and Mom, just let it destroy the house like this. Jiang Xiaoyu has gone abroad, but I still have to come home to stay during my holidays. You dug a hole in the wall. You're really something."
He stood up and gave the dog's head a good rub: "Get down and go back the way you came!"
"Awoo~" Tiger twisted his head back with all his might and finally crawled back in. Then he crawled out from the hole in the wall below and circled around Lu Mingxiao's trousers, wiggling his butt, getting covered in dog hair.
"Don't come back either," Lu Chuan said.
Lu Mingxiao: ? ? ?
"So you've finally realized how good your own son is and want to return me?"
"What are you saying?" Lu Chuan commented, much like his own father: "It's worse than a dog barking."
Lu Mingxiao: ...
“Your mother and I want to move to Shanghai.” Lu Chuan smiled, reaching out to pet Tiger, but considering the dog's fur might affect his condition, he stopped and took a step back, continuing, “It’s inconvenient for you and Xiao Bao to always travel back and forth between the two places. Besides, we don’t have any relatives here, just some distant acquaintances who keep asking about your background, coming to borrow money, asking you for tutoring, all sorts of weirdos. They’re driving your mother crazy. It would be better if we moved there; it would be easier for you to come home.”
“It’s more convenient for us to go home…” Lu Mingxiao repeated subconsciously, then smiled somewhat guiltily, “The way you’re saying it makes it sound like we… are getting married…”
His last sentence was spoken in a very low voice, almost a hum, in the same tone as Tiger's coquettish manner.
Lu Chuan overheard this and asked thoughtfully, "Can we get married?"
"It's not possible in China..." Lu Mingxiao choked up: "Dad?"
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. We’ll all come back for dinner during the New Year.” Lu Chuan said, covering his nose and taking a step back, naturally directing his son to do some work: “When you come back, clean up the dog hair in this house. I can’t stand dog hair.”
"I can't stand it, let it out, it's already spring... By the way, where's my mom?"
Lu Chuan: "Oh, your mom's been taking Chinese medicine lately."
Author's Note:
Please, please fix it.
The main story is almost finished, but there will be a side story set ten years later. This side story will be a bit longer and will focus on the characters' adulthood. Because it doesn't connect with the main storyline's timeline, it's presented as a side story. There's also an "what if" scenario where the two weren't switched at birth, and a different era for the real and fake young masters. Would you like to see a fake young master from a warlord era × a real young master from a bandit era, or a fake young master from an ancient prince era × a real young master from a bandit era? Leave a comment in the comment section and I'll collect the results. Whichever story gets the most comments will be the one I choose.
Lu Mingxiao: ? ? ? So I have to be a bandit?
[Cat paw] Little red envelope~
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