Ch 18: Wen Li kicked Lu Ziyan; Lu Xixiao: “Sorry, Miss Wen”

Lu Ziyan, relying on luck while blindly searching, reached this street before Lu Xixiao.

Upon seeing the little guy sitting alone at the table, Lu Ziyan’s self-blame and guilt reached their peak, almost causing him to burst into tears.

He slammed on the brakes, opened the car door, and rushed out.

The little guy was playing with Hei Junjiang when something wrapped in wind rushed in front of him, and the next second he was hugged.

“Wuwu… Jing Yuan… you scared me…”

Lu Ziyan knelt on the ground, holding the child, crying loudly without regard for his image: “If anything happens to you, I won’t live either.”

Lu Ziyan wasn’t exaggerating; if the child was truly lost, even if Lu Xixiao spared his life, he would still die of self-blame.

“How are you? Are you hurt? Are you scared? Did anyone bully you? Did you cry? Did the dog bite you? Don’t be afraid, Uncle is here.” Lu Ziyan kept checking the little guy’s face, tears and snot streaming down his face.

“Uncle didn’t mean to, I’ll never leave you alone in the car again. Uncle will take you home now.”

Lu Ziyan wanted to carry the child away, but the little guy shook his head and pushed his hand away. Seeing that his refusal was useless, he turned and jumped off the chair and ran into the shop.

He wanted to wait for Little Grandpa here; he was hungry, and he hadn’t eaten his wontons yet, and his older sister hadn’t returned from the restroom.

“Jing Yuan.”

Lu Ziyan’s nerves were still tense. In a hurry, he reached out, grabbed the little guy’s clothes, and lifted him from the ground.

Wen Li came out of the shop and saw the little guy being held in mid-air, flailing his arms and legs, while Hei Junjiang on the table barked anxiously.

She dashed forward, taking the little guy while simultaneously kicking Lu Ziyan away.

Lu Ziyan didn’t know what happened; he was inexplicably thrown away, his chest feeling like it was hit by a jack, excruciatingly painful, almost causing him to faint.

Not far away, a black Rolls-Royce was rushing towards them, and Lu Xixiao in the car witnessed the scene.

“!!!” Lu Qi, the driver, had a shocked expression for two seconds.

Wen Li was about to check if the little guy was alright.

But she saw the little guy’s shocked expression as he reached out his small arms towards the person writhing on the ground: “Little Uncle…”

The soft voice was full of worry.

Wen Li’s eyelids twitched: “He’s your uncle?”

This was the first time she heard the little guy speak, and it wasn’t anything good.

The car pulled up, and Lu Xixiao’s tall figure appeared.

He glanced at the painfully suffering Lu Ziyan and turned to instruct the accompanying bodyguard: “Send him to the hospital.”

The man, expressionless, exuded coldness and subtle killing intent as he approached Wen Li. His nearly six-foot height, both in stature and presence, exerted absolute pressure on ordinary people.

Lu Xixiao reached out, took the child from Wen Li’s arms, and looked at the little guy, confirming that he was fine.

He looked at Wen Li, his tone somewhat heavy: “Miss Wen.”

Wen Li felt inexplicably annoyed by the displeasure in his eyes.

“Miss Wen, can you tell me why Jing Yuan is with you?”

Because of the little guy, Lu Xixiao had already asked very politely.

However, his questioning manner still annoyed Wen Li. She casually put her hands in her pockets, meeting Lu Xixiao’s icy gaze.

“What do you mean, Mr. Lu?”

This upward-looking conversation made Wen Li even more annoyed.

Feeling the tension between the two, the little guy quickly withdrew his gaze from the car Lu Ziyan was leaving in.

He shook his head at Lu Xixiao, anxiously trying to explain.

Seeing this, Lu Xixiao calmed his demeanor: “I didn’t mean to suspect Miss Wen of anything, it’s just that Jing Yuan is lost, and I want to know what happened.”

Wen Li found it funny: “You lost your son, and you have the nerve to ask me? Or do you think I kidnapped him?”

Lu Qi couldn’t help but sweat for Wen Li.

If this was an act, it was a risky move.

Lu Xixiao’s eyes darkened.

The little guy became anxious, patting his body and saying to Lu Xixiao: “Not sister. Myself lost.”

The sentence was slurred and unclear.

This was probably the longest sentence the little guy had spoken so far.

Lu Xixiao looked at the little guy, and after a moment of silence, his tense expression softened slightly. He looked back at Wen Li,

humbling himself to apologize: “Sorry, Miss Wen.”

This unprecedented scene stunned Lu Qi: For Young Master Jingyuan, Fifth Master went to great lengths!

Wen Li glanced at him, ignored him, and sat down at the table. The wontons were steaming, but her appetite was gone.

If this man hadn’t helped her before and understood his son’s being lost, Wen Li wouldn’t have let it go so easily.

Lu Xixiao finally looked at Wen Li, holding the child and preparing to leave: “Let’s go home.”

The little guy shook his head and looked at Wen Li.

“Sister.”

Then he looked at his bowl of dumplings on the table.

“Eat.”

His stomach rumbled.

He wriggled down from Lu Xixiao’s arms, pulled him to the table, climbed onto the chair, and pushed the dumplings towards Lu Xixiao, meaning to eat together.

Lu Xixiao looked at him for a while, seeming to concede: “You eat.”

The little guy scooped up a dumpling with a spoon and carefully blew on it.

At this time, Lu Qi received several surveillance videos from his subordinates from different road sections. After watching them, he hesitated for a moment, came to Lu Xixiao’s side, and whispered: “Sir.”

Lu Xixiao looked at his phone and clearly saw the little guy chasing Wen Li in the crowd on the screen.

If Wen Li hadn’t noticed, he would have really been lost.

But it seemed too coincidental, Lu Qi thought.

The atmosphere wasn’t good, and the scene was not harmonious: Wen Li and the little guy were eating, while the tall Lu Xixiao stood straight.

“Sir, would you like to order something? My wontons and dumplings are all handmade.” The shop owner called out to Lu Xixiao.

Lu Xixiao: “…”

He looked at the shop owner, who was holding a large iron spoon and looking terrified, and replied: “No, thank you.”

“There’s a chair, you can sit and wait.”

The shop owner seemed enthusiastic, but he was actually terrified. This wasn’t an ordinary person; he didn’t want any trouble with his small business.

Lu Qi was very perceptive and quickly brought over a chair.

The little guy also pulled on Lu Xixiao at this time.

Lu Xixiao sat down, and the scene became more harmonious.

The little guy scooped up a dumpling and offered it to him. Lu Xixiao took it and skillfully fed the little guy.

Lu Qi: It seems like I see embarrassment on Fifth Master.

Seeing the little guy eating non-stop, Lu Xixiao couldn’t help but ask: “Didn’t you eat dinner?”

He glanced at Wen Li, who was quietly eating.

Wen Li picked up Hei Junjiang, who was circling the table, and put him on the ground.

Lu Xixiao’s gaze followed her movements, then quickly retracted.

Seeing that Lu Xixiao wasn’t eating, the little guy thoughtfully offered him some soy milk. After being refused again, he had to drink it himself.

The little guy ate with relish, making Lu Xixiao frown.

The little guy had been frail since childhood, difficult to raise, and he was never allowed to eat outside food, let alone street food.

Lu Xixiao put down his spoon and took out a handkerchief to wipe the little guy’s mouth: “You can’t eat too much at night; it will cause indigestion.”

Something lightly pressed against his instep.

Lu Xixiao looked down. Under the shadow of the table, there was a dark mass next to his foot.

Furtively,

Hei Junjiang had one paw on Lu Xixiao’s leather shoe, raised a hind leg, and aimed at his foot.

The next second, Lu Xixiao felt a stream of warm liquid pouring onto his ankle, wetting his trousers and socks, and flowing into his shoe…