Chapter 31
Song Jingliang and Jiang Lan personally came to pick up the two children at the airport and waited for them in the VIP lounge.
Jiang Lan wore light makeup and a black, thin wool dress with an iris-shaped brooch at her chest. Her long, wavy hair was styled in a bun, and the turtleneck sweater partially covered her slender neck. She wore a pair of simple pearl earrings, and no other accessories. Her outfit was simple and understated, but she had clearly put some thought into it…
“The blue diamond earrings you wore when you went to the Lu family last time were too flashy, making the child feel distant…” Jiang Lan’s fingers caressed the cup, her gaze drifting to Song Jingliang: “And you, what’s with the Patek Philippe you wore…”
Song Jingliang, who was drinking tea, coughed repeatedly.
The watch he picked was already a mid-to-low-end model in the display case. Did he expect him to wear the most exquisite collection item in the display case—the Little Genius children's smartwatch that his little one had worn?
“Wife…” Song Jingliang said, feeling wronged, as he reached out to touch Jiang Lan’s small hand resting on the sofa armrest. “I do want to wear leather shoes with worn-out soles now, but it’s not that I can afford them. The shoes you bought me have lasted three years and the soles haven’t fallen off…”
Jiang Lan chuckled and patted the back of his hand: "Be serious."
Song Jingliang grasped his hand.
“You suffered a lot when you gave birth. That kid kept you up for two days and nights. It’s not your fault that the baby was switched at birth. Why are you so careful and feel like you owe him something?” Song Jingliang scratched his palm: “Wife, don’t do this. It hurts me to see you like this.”
Jiang Lan smiled, a hint of melancholy in her beautiful eyes: "How can I not feel indebted..."
As they were talking, a plane bearing the Jiang family crest painted on it landed on the tarmac outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Jiang Lan stood up excitedly, and Song Jingliang also stood up and gently put his arm around her waist.
The plane door opened, and the assistant and bodyguard came out first, followed by two tall and slender figures. They were too far away to see clearly, but Jiang Lan couldn't help but take two steps forward.
For six whole months, she restrained herself from disturbing Lu Mingxiao's life, and Xiao Bao, whom she had raised since childhood, was not by her side. During these six months, she often had difficulty falling asleep, but seeing the two brothers walking down the steps, chatting and laughing, she suddenly felt that everything was worth it.
...
Once inside the corridor, Lu Mingxiao was still a little nervous, and he quietly adjusted his clothes by looking at the reflection in the glass.
He and Jiang Huaiyu were both wearing designer windbreakers, bought for them by Jiang Lan. His was a black and white color-blocked one, while Jiang Huaiyu's was light purple and white. He was quite pleased with himself when he first put them on, thinking that he and Jiang Huaiyu were wearing matching outfits. But now he didn't care about that anymore. He didn't even notice when Jiang Huaiyu stopped walking and almost bumped into her. Their chests were pressed against each other's backs, and he quickly reached out to support Jiang Huaiyu's shoulder.
"What are you doing, Jiang Xiaoyu..." he asked, looking down. "Why did you stop walking?"
Wait a moment……
It looks like I'm holding Jiang Xiaoyu in my arms!
Jiang Huaiyu turned his head to look at him. Because they were so close, the tip of his hair brushed lightly against Lu Mingxiao's lips. The slight tickle spread like an electric current from his sensitive lips, and Lu Mingxiao couldn't help but tense his back and his Adam's apple bobbed.
He looked down at Jiang Huaiyu's delicate and handsome profile and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
"No." Jiang Huaiyu smiled. "I just wanted to tell you, Brother Xiao, you're very handsome."
Lu Mingxiao's ears turned bright red instantly.
...
The door was pushed open, and two teenagers walked into the VIP room one after the other. Jiang Lan first saw Jiang Huaiyu and was delighted to find that Jiang Huaiyu had grown taller. Then, another teenager walked out from behind Jiang Huaiyu...
Hmm? Is it cold outside? Look how red the child's ears are.
She had seen Lu Mingxiao's photo before, but when this biological child who had been separated from her family for sixteen years actually stood in front of her, the feeling of blood connection was so subtle.
Song Jingliang was also very excited.
Lu Mingxiao's features are very similar to his, but his facial contours are more like Jiang Lan's, softer and more delicate. Anyone can see the kinship between them. This is indeed another life that is a result of the fusion of blood between him and his lover.
Lu Mingxiao was the one who greeted them first. He was nervous, but he still responded generously, grabbed Song Jingliang's outstretched hand, and shook it: "Dad, hello, I'm Lu Mingxiao."
Song Jingliang was surprised to be accepted so quickly. He felt a little strange at the same time, but joy prevailed. His eyes reddened and his voice was a little hoarse: "Sigh, it's good that you're back. Your mother missed you very much."
Lu Mingxiao turned his gaze to Jiang Lan again, only to find that Jiang Lan was silently crying. He frantically searched his pockets but found no tissues.
A tissue was handed to Jiang Huaiyu, who was holding a tissue box from the VIP lounge, indicating that she had anticipated this scene.
Lu Mingxiao gave him a look of "extreme gratitude," took the tissue, and awkwardly wiped Jiang Lan's tears. Oh dear, this is a mother made of water. He had only ever seen mothers made of cement. He was a little helpless in this situation.
"Mom..." he coughed, "Um... I'm hungry..."
Jiang Lan paused for a moment, then chuckled softly. With tears welling in her eyes, she took Lu Mingxiao's hand and looked him up and down: "You're so good-looking, and so tall, you're almost as tall as your father."
Lu Mingxiao smiled sheepishly.
Jiang Lan wiped away her tears and looked at Jiang Huaiyu standing behind Lu Mingxiao: "Xiaobao, my darling, come here and let Mommy see you. It's been half a year, and Mommy has missed you so much."
Jiang Huaiyu smiled and bent down to hug him: "Mom, I missed you too."
With one arm around each of her two sons, Jiang Lan was surrounded by two tall and handsome young men. The sadness she had felt earlier gradually disappeared, and her mood began to soar.
"The babies must be hungry. Let's go home. Dinner is ready at home. Let's go home and eat."
Song Jingliang: ...
Honey, it seems you've forgotten something, and these two big babies have taken up space on both sides of your wife. What should he do?
Forget it, if we don't catch up soon, the car will have already driven away.
...
Jiang Lan's family lives in a villa area not far from the city center, where privacy is excellent. They didn't have a driver pick them up today; Song Jingliang drove, and the two teenagers sat in the back.
Lu Mingxiao's nervousness mysteriously dissipated after seeing Jiang Lan and Song Jingliang, and he was now quietly discussing the car's interior with Jiang Huaiyu.
"You mean, this Audi is the most low-key car in our family..." Lu Mingxiao whispered, "Why didn't you pick me up in a luxury car?"
Jiang Huaiyu suppressed a laugh and replied softly, "So you're putting on airs like a young master now? I wonder who it is that treats money like nothing and is so aloof. Dad is probably afraid that luxury cars will tarnish Young Master Lu's noble backside."
"Tsk... Jiang Xiaoyu's insults have become so sophisticated now. Believe me or not, I'll defile your ass tonight... uh... I mean..."
He had subconsciously retorted to Jiang Huaiyu's words, like kindergarten children threatening each other, "If you bite me, I'll bite you back." However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how utterly ridiculous they were...
"Damn it..." Lu Mingxiao blushed, "I didn't..."
Jiang Huaiyu's ears were also bright red, but not as red as the increasingly mature Young Master Lu. She glanced at him with her long, beautiful eyes and said, "You certainly dare to think big."
Lu Mingxiao looks about 70% cooked; just sprinkle some chopped green onions on top and it's ready to serve.
Jiang Lan glanced curiously at the rearview mirror: "Da Bao, are you very hot? Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"
Jiang Huaiyu snorted.
She's getting horny.
...
Even after entering the villa, Lu Mingxiao's ears were still red.
This is Jiang Lan and Song Jingliang's small home. Among their many properties, it is not very large, only a little over 300 square meters. Its main advantage is its convenient location, being close to Jiang Huaiyu's school and Song Jingliang's company. Today, no one else is home, and even the housekeeper is on holiday. Song Jingliang personally rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen, and Jiang Lan also changed into her home clothes and followed him in to help.
Lu Mingxiao instinctively tried to follow, but Song Jingliang stopped him: "You've never eaten a meal from your parents before. We'll cook this meal for you, and..."
He whispered in his son's ear, "One troublemaker in the kitchen is enough. You can just sit and wait to eat. Let your younger brother take you upstairs to change your clothes first."
Lu Mingxiao: "Oh."
Song Jingliang: ? ? ?
Why does this kid suddenly seem unhappy?
They're unhappy because they're not allowed to work? Do the Lu couple raise their child to be this diligent?
Jiang Huaiyu was leaning against the stairwell waiting for him: "Come on, Mom bought you a few sets of clothes and loungewear. Your room is next to mine."
"Next door to you?" Lu Mingxiao paused on his way upstairs. He suddenly realized that in this warm and simple villa, everyone had enough living space, unlike in that cramped little bedroom, where behind a thin wooden board was Jiang Xiaoyu's heartbeat and breathing.
He wanted a bedroom that belonged to him, but only to him. This realization, coupled with Song Jingliang's earlier mention of "younger brother," made him feel a sense of loss.
Jiang Huaiyu had already walked halfway up the stairs when he looked back and saw that he was still standing at the top of the stairs. After thinking for a moment, he raised an eyebrow in realization.
"Ahem..." He coughed lightly, then sighed, "These stairs are a bit slippery."
Lu Mingxiao looked up suddenly, his eyes lighting up.
Without thick gloves, two slender, well-defined hands gently clasped together, as if afraid of disturbing something, neither daring to use too much force, letting their body heat gradually blend.
Jiang Huaiyu cleared her throat: "Let's go, let's go see your bedroom."
Holding hands, Song Jingliang showed Lu Mingxiao the bedroom where he would be staying for two months. After Lu Mingxiao changed into his pajamas, Song Jingliang took him to the bedroom where Jiang Huaiyu had lived since childhood. Before they could take a closer look, Song Jingliang called them downstairs to have dinner.
"How come it's so fast..." Lu Mingxiao lightly scratched Jiang Huaiyu's palm with his fingertip: "I haven't slipped enough yet."
Jiang Huaiyu smiled, her ears burning: "Let's go, let's eat first, and then... go skating later."
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