Free Web NovelChapter 958: Chapter 355: [A Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] This Never-ending Tsunami (Part 4)
Hearing the woman’s words, a shallow ripple stirred in Lu Huai’an’s calm black eyes, but it quickly vanished.
He said indifferently, "Birthdays come every year; it’s okay not to go back once in a while."
Initially, Lu Zhengmao had Shen Weiyi tell Lu Huai’an, and later even called him personally. It’s rare for old comrades to gather, he wanted the younger generation to come and see, and he also had to bring Qi Ming.
He never gave a definite answer.
Lin Chu smiled gently, "You didn’t go back last year. With each passing year, people grow older, time waits for no one."
Her voice was light, as if it could dissipate with the breeze.
Lu Huai’an lowered his eyes to gaze at the woman’s delicate face. His eyes, shrouded in dark mist, were unfathomable as he slowly stated, "Ordinary people can’t watch over you, I don’t feel at ease, so I have to watch over you myself."
What do you intend to do by sending him away?
Lin Chu seemed to have anticipated this outcome, so there was no ripple in her heart, and the gentle smile remained on her face.
"Then I’ll go with you, if your dad doesn’t mind. Today is his birthday, I won’t say anything to embarrass him. After all, turning a birthday into a day of mourning isn’t quite appropriate."
This is the real Lin Chu; she says whatever comes to her mind, never hiding a thing.
Perhaps Lin Chu’s frankness temporarily made Lu Huai’an overlook the slight sadness in her eyes, at least at this moment. He was no longer entangled with her recent unpredictability.
His distinctly jointed fingers held the woman’s chin, her soft skin felt better than silk, and his rough fingertips gently and slowly caressed it.
"Qi Ming will come too."
"What else?" Lin Chu frowned speechlessly, "Even though your dad doesn’t like me, he is Qi Ming’s biological grandfather; from any perspective, he should be congratulated."
Lu Zongjun was really good to Qi Ming; you could say all his patience and gentleness were given to his grandson.
Adult grudges should not be imposed on children.
Half of Qi Ming’s blood is from the Lu family; Lu Zongjun found some solace in the little one after losing his wife. He often went to the kindergarten, but just watched from afar without disturbing him. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Lin Chu would almost always go to pick up Qi Ming and would occasionally run into him.
The animosity and hatred towards her were still intense, but when looking at Qi Ming, the confusion in his black eyes was replaced with gentle kindness.
Ultimately, they would have to live under the same roof.
There was a hint of a smile in Lu Huai’an’s eyes, the exhaustion faded from their depths, and the rare gentle demeanor emerged.
"You’re quite sensible?"
Lin Chu rolled her eyes, "I’m not just getting older without gaining wisdom; I can still figure out the basic principles. It’s about time; we should change clothes and head over, are you going to buy a gift?"
While speaking, she had already extricated herself from the man’s embrace, stood up, and called over Qi Ming, who was playing with toys on the lawn.
Lu Huai’an responded in a low voice, "No need, he doesn’t lack anything."
His gaze remained fixed on Lin Chu.
Ever since seeing her in Su City, her hair had been shoulder-length, casual and natural. Beautiful people don’t choose hair styles; they are beautiful in any style.
Lu Huai’an suddenly found himself missing the long-haired Lin Chu.
A long time ago, whether classmates or friends, people were always talking about the famous Lin family heiress in An City, with words and glances full of admiration, making him uncomfortable. freewebnøvel.com
Both in appearance and family background, she was top-notch.
The School of Economics and Management at An University isn’t a place you can get into just by having money; it requires intelligence and effort. During the three years Lin Chu was enrolled, her grades were always top of her class, and by a significant margin.
She could clearly rely on her looks, yet she insisted on strength; precisely describing her.
At that time, she was like a flame, more dazzling than the summer sunset. Standing in a crowd, she radiated light, making it impossible to look away.
Her waist-length hair floated with the wind, and the smile in her eyebrows was like the morning sun reflected on snow.
In those lively apricot eyes, there was only him.
The clearer the memory, the more it hurt when it shattered.
Lu Huai’an’s throat tightened, his heart faintly ached, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his flesh.
He stretched his long legs to catch up with the mother and son who had entered the living room.
He held the woman’s hand, finding it somewhat cool, and with his low, hoarse voice wrapped in complex emotions, said, "Xiao Chu, will you grow your hair long again?"
Lin Chu halted, and at the moment she tilted her head up, unexpectedly fell into the man’s deep, soulful eyes.
