After the little rose he raised ran away, Mr. Lu went crazy

Lu Ting hummed and opened the passenger door.

"I finished my work early today, so I'll open it myself."

After Wen Li'er sat in the car, she caught a glimpse of a beautifully wrapped gift box on the back seat. There was a pink bow on the gift box, which looked very girlish.

"Is this a gift for the old man?"

Originally, Wen Li'er would not ask more questions, but because the packaging of this gift box was too feminine, it didn't look like something that would be prepared for Mr. Lu.

"No."

Lu Ting glanced at him calmly, his tone was casual, but he didn't seem to want to explain.

Since the other party didn't say much, Wen Li'er wasn't the type to ask too many questions, but she felt inexplicably uneasy.

Since he turned 18 and became an adult, Lu Ting moved out of the old house and lived alone in Fuchun Xianju.

The Lu family is actually very small. Lu Ting was brought up and educated by Mr. Lu himself.

His parents are still alive, but from the perspective of outsiders, it doesn't really matter whether Lu Ting has parents or not.

Lu Ting's father Lu Zhendong and his mother Jiang Peilan had a business marriage and they had no feelings for each other. In the second year of their marriage, Jiang Peilan became pregnant and gave birth to Lu Ting.

Lu Zhendong and Jiang Peilan seemed to have completed a family mission and completely let themselves go.

The two of them maintained a superficial relationship as husband and wife, but in fact they were having separate affairs outside.

Every time Wen Li'er followed Lu Ting to the old house, it was almost impossible for her to run into Lu Zhendong and Jiang Peilan, so she wondered, could it be that Jiang Peilan was also at the old house today, and was this gift box prepared by Lu Ting for his mother?

The Lu family's old house overlooks the entire Qingcheng Mountain. The Maybach goes up along the ring road around the mountain, with towering mountains and undulating ridges all the way.

From a distance, you can see the large manor that combines Chinese and Western styles located on the hillside. As the Maybach approaches, the automatic sensor door at the main entrance slowly opens to both sides.

The servants on both sides lined up neatly and opened the door immediately.

"Master, Miss Wen."

Lu Ting nodded and signaled the servant to take the gift box from the back seat.

When she was still some distance away from the door, Wen Li'er heard the sound of laughter, which was rare in the old house.

Because Lu Ting doesn't live in the old house, and the fake couple Lu Zhendong and Jiang Peilan are almost never at home, the whole old house only has Grandpa Lu as a lonely old man, and it is usually very deserted.

Wen Li'er recognized that one of the voices was Jiang Peilan's, but the other voice was unfamiliar, but it must be very young and a female.

She wondered in her mind if there would be guests today. When she was changing her shoes at the entrance, the people in the living room seemed to notice the noise here and stopped talking and laughing.

"A Ting is back."

Sitting on the leather sofa in the living room was a graceful and elegant woman, who was in extremely good condition and did not even look like she was almost fifty years old. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was in her forties.

This person is Lu Ting's mother Jiang Peilan.

But what caught Wen Li'er's attention was the young woman sitting next to Jiang Peilan. She was pretty and had elegant manners, showing the demeanor of a lady from a noble family.

Just looking at the unfamiliar face, Wen Li'er didn't remember that there was such an old acquaintance in the Lu family.

Lu Ting called out "Mom" in a light voice, and Wen Li'er followed behind him and called her "Madam".

Jiang Peilan smiled and greeted, "Li'er is here too, sit down and try this golden pumpkin tribute tea, which Jingyi brought back from Yuncheng thousands of miles away. The tea is fragrant and tastes very good."

Lu Ting chose a seat opposite, and Wen Li'er was originally going to sit next to him, but was stopped by Jiang Peilan.

"Lier, come sit next to me. We haven't seen each other for a while. Let me see if you have become more beautiful."

Wen Li'er was somewhat uncomfortable with Jiang Peilan's enthusiasm, because to be honest, the Lu family didn't really like her presence.

After all, Lu Ting was just a teenager who had just reached adulthood at the time. His insistence on adopting Wen Li'er despite his family's opposition could easily lead to misunderstanding.

But with Lu Ting's protection, and Wen Li'er being very considerate, every time she came to the old house, she would take the initiative to chat and amuse Grandpa Lu, and successfully gained Grandpa Lu's approval.

Although Jiang Peilan didn't like Wen Li'er very much, she never made things difficult for her. It was just that her attitude was always cold and indifferent whenever they met, unlike her abnormal enthusiasm today.

Wen Li'er glanced at Lu Ting, who frowned slightly but said nothing. Wen Li'er didn't think much of it and sat down on the right side of Jiang Peilan.

"A-Ting, this is Jingyi. You met her when you were little, at your Uncle Cui's birthday party. Do you remember?"

The Lu family and the Cui family are old friends. Although the Cui family is not as rich as the Lu family, it is also one of the most wealthy families in Kyoto.

Lu Ting's eyes were pale, and he glanced at Cui Jingyi lightly. It was impossible to tell the ups and downs of her emotions, and he just said, "I can't remember."

Cui Jingyi smiled generously and said, "This happened many years ago, and I went abroad to study when I was very young. I have never been to the Lu family again. It is normal that Mr. Lu does not remember it."

"It doesn't matter. Jingyi, come to our house more often in the future. If we get to know each other better, won't we be able to develop a good relationship?"

The servant poured tea and handed it to Wen Li'er. Wen Li'er took it and before she tasted it, she suddenly heard these words and her fingers trembled.

The steaming tea splashed onto the fingertips, instantly scalding the jade-white fingertips red.

Before Wen Li'er could react, Lu Ting had already half leaned over and held her wrist. Seeing her red fingertips, he frowned and said, "Give me some burn medicine."

"It's okay, little uncle."

Wen Lier was in a state of confusion and wanted to pull her hand back, but Lu Ting held her hand to prevent her from moving. He said gently, "If burns are not treated in time, it will easily leave scars. Er'er, you must be obedient."

This is a very common sentence, but today when Wen Li'er heard the word "obedient", she felt inexplicably disgusted.

It was as if in Lu Ting's eyes, she would always be just that child who would never grow up and had to be obedient at all times.

But she is no longer a child.

And last night, they were in the same bed, being very intimate.

The servant brought the ointment for burns. Lu Ting sat next to Wen Li'er and applied the ointment to her personally.

Wen Li'er could feel a pair of eyes looking at her from behind.

Perhaps fearing an awkward atmosphere, Jiang Peilan introduced: "Jingyi, this child is the one I just talked to you about, the one adopted by Ating. He is almost 20 years old this year and is still in college."

"In terms of age, Jingyi, you are three years older than her. In terms of seniority, Li'er will have to call you little aunt in the future."

Wen Li'er's eyelashes trembled and she abruptly withdrew her hand.

My heart felt like it was grabbed by a hand, and the three words "young aunt" were echoing in my mind.

She didn't want to believe it, so she used up all her courage and looked up at Lu Ting in front of her.

She looked at him closely, asking him if this was true.

Lu Ting didn't say anything. He didn't respond, but he didn't refute either.