The Kitty Became a Cutie and Was Pampered in the 80s

Chapter 2122: Chapter 2122: Eighteenth Coming-of-Age Ceremony (4)

Other than that, there was no contact at all.

No one expected that when he left for three years, he’d come back with a child.

Jiaojiao, in her senior year, had fewer classes. When she wasn’t watching TV at the Hengya duplex, she was at Duan Xi’s place, watching TV. On the day Lu Xian returned, since her birthday was approaching, she decided to head back to the villa.

At that time, she was lounging on the sofa, watching the popular show Princess, looking quite unladylike. Watching the heroine hop around, she laughed like a fool herself.

Beside her, Zhao Li and a member of the Ruanlin Family were chatting about everyday matters, and somehow, the topic turned to having children. Zhao Li even turned back to Jiaojiao and said, "Jiaojiao, you and Xiaoxi are still young. There’s no rush to have kids, take your time."

In fact, Zhao Li wasn’t the only one who said this. Other members of the Ruan Family had said it too, though not so bluntly. They merely advised against getting married too early.

Jiaojiao never suspected anything, nor did she realize that everyone was trying to plant a psychological seed in her mind. Her severe uterine cold made conceiving very unlikely, and the Ruan Family feared she wouldn’t be able to handle such a blow, so they frequently brought it up to help her mentally prepare.

This time, hearing Zhao Li’s words, Jiaojiao didn’t doubt them. Her face, which had just been smiling foolishly, instantly turned beet red, and she said, somewhat embarrassed, "Godmother, why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"Hahaha, you’re a grown woman now, so we need to talk about these things sooner or later." Zhao Li laughed heartily, and turning to the Ruanlin member, she said, "Auntie, how can we not feel old? In a blink of an eye, Jiaojiao is old enough to get married. When I first saw her, she was just this high." Zhao Li gestured with her hand, her tone filled with emotion.

The Ruanlin member nodded with a smile, ready to reminisce a bit more, when they heard Xiaoxue’s voice outside, followed by Rourou running in, howling and tugging at Zhao Li’s pants.

"What’s going on, did we get robbed or something?" Zhao Li put down the vegetables, dusted off her hands, and stood up. As she approached the hallway, the vegetables fell to the ground, and she froze there, eyes reddening as she looked at the person standing outside.

Her reaction was a bit off. Jiaojiao and the Ruanlin member exchanged glances and quickly rose to approach, only to be struck speechless.

The man standing outside was none other than Lu Xian, who had been abroad for three years.

Compared to three years ago, Lu Xian was taller, his features more defined. Standing at the entrance, he had that familiar mischievous grin, and beside him was luggage and a three or four-year-old boy whose long eyelashes and mixed-race features gave him the beauty of a doll.

Zhao Li hadn’t noticed the little boy at his feet yet. She just stood there, dumbfounded, eyes red, and said angrily, "You still know how to come back, huh?! Why didn’t you just die abroad! What are you coming back for?"

Zhao Li was furious.

It was one thing to suddenly decide to go abroad, but to be away for three years without returning—Zhao Li lost sleep over that every night.

She couldn’t blame Jiaojiao, nor could she blame her own son. So she tormented herself with this burning heartache every night.