The space boss's daily life of raising cubs, loving husbands and farming

Lu Chengjing's expression was slightly restrained, and scenes of the past flashed before his eyes. He said softly, "In fact, it's not a glorious thing."

Shang Wan supported his chin with one hand, poked the fire with a long wooden stick in the other, and listened quietly.

"I started to remember things when I was about one year old. Because I was born prematurely, I was always a medicine jar from a young age. I started taking medicine when I was still drinking milk. After I started to remember things, I would cry when I saw medicine, and I would also cry when I saw things that were similar in color to medicine. My mother couldn't do anything about me, but she would always comfort me gently..."

Lu Chengjing looked at the sparks jumping in the orange flames and spoke slowly, but said a lot.

It is said that when he was sick as a child, his mother stayed awake all night by his bedside, wiping away tears quietly.

He said that his family had consulted doctors for him, but every doctor said that he would not live past the age of 20. His mother cried until her eyes were swollen, his father's brows were often furrowed, and his two brothers, who were not very old, were also worried.

It is said that in order to reduce his chances of getting sick, his family restricted him from leaving his room. Occasionally, he could peek out from the window and see birds on the branches chirping together.

He said that his mother became increasingly haggard from taking care of him, and she prayed to gods and Buddha all day long, hoping that Buddha could save him.

He said that his father stepped into his house less and less often. Perhaps because they spent less time together, he was not as sad when the old man saw the young one die.

He said that his two brothers would visit him in turn. The eldest brother would tell him stories, and the second brother would bring him some exquisite toys bought outside. In front of him, who was only two years old, the two brothers would complain about his father's strictness, his teacher's harshness, too much homework, and too little time for playing.

When she heard that he had not been sick for a few days, her mother was overjoyed and quickly sent someone to the temple to donate money for incense.

He said that he longed for the outside world. Since his eldest brother couldn't take him out, he taught him to read without telling their father and secretly brought him picture books so that he could get a glimpse of the world from the books.

He said that he heard his second brother complain that he didn't want to study and wanted to be a knight-errant and travel around the world.

He said that when he was three years old, he had a lively birthday party with all the family members gathered together. His mother and brother made him a small bowl of longevity noodles, and his father looked a little plumper than he remembered.

It is said that when he was four years old, a great master came to Qingchi Temple, and his mother hurried to meet him...

"And then what?" Shang Wan was listening intently when he suddenly stopped talking.

She tilted her head to look at the person beside her, only to find that Lu Chengjing was pursing his lips tightly, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and veins popped out on the back of his white hand, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

Shang Wan was slightly stunned. What... happened?

"Lu Chengjing?"

Lu Chengjing seemed to be lost in his memories, staring blankly at the fire, and did not respond at all to Shang Wan's gentle call.

Shang Wan frowned, grabbed his clenched left hand, and pried open his slender fingers one by one with irresistible force.

Looking at the four crescent-shaped marks on her palm that were almost bleeding, she hesitated for a moment, reached out and gently rubbed them, until she felt the arm she was holding relax, she stopped and tilted her head to look.

Lu Chengjing's eyes were dark, and it seemed as if a man-eating beast was living in his dark eyes, staring at her without blinking.

At this moment, Shang Wan had the illusion that he was being targeted by a high-level mutant beast at the end of the world.

She blinked, reached out and pressed her hand on the end of Lu Chengjing's rouge eyes, raised her eyebrows, "So beautiful."

It looks better with its claws exposed than when it is docile. It is worthy of being her fox.

Lu Chengjing's expression changed slightly, and he slowly approached Shang Wan until their noses touched.

Her eyes were like deep pools, reflecting the firelight, as if tiny stars had fallen into them.

Every time her long eyelashes blinked, it was like wings plucked at Shang Wan's heartstrings.

Shang Wan was a little overwhelmed. Was he going to seduce her if his injury healed? What if she couldn't control herself? Wouldn't he crawl into the ground when he woke up?

She reached out her hand to touch Lu Chengjing's forehead and pushed him away, clearing her throat, "The thing that bothered you happened when you were four years old, can you tell me about it now? If you really feel bad, you..."

"That day, my mother took people out early in the morning and went to Qingchi Temple to look for Master Kong." Lu Chengjing grabbed Shang Wan's hand with his backhand, put his fingers through their fingers, put their palms together, and interlocked their fingers.

Shang Wan leaned on his shoulder, half-closed his eyes, and listened carefully.

"I drank the medicine and fell asleep. When I woke up, only Lu Chengyuan was in my room. He... looked at me with a strange look in his eyes. I just thought he was not feeling well and didn't notice anything wrong with him."

Shang Wan frowned, instinctively knowing that the following words were not what she wanted to hear.

"He said he wanted to teach me how to read. He used the excuse that he didn't get enough rest last night, and came to teach me with a book on the bed. As he was teaching, he..." Lu Chengjing paused, as if he couldn't say it, and he seemed to be gritting his teeth in hatred, and said very quickly, "He took off my pajamas."

Shang Wan’s eyes gradually widened. Wait, this wasn’t what she thought it meant, right?

She sat up straight and looked at Lu Chengjing's face, and said as tactfully as possible: "You mean... Lu Chengyuan wants to do something bad to you?"

Lu Chengjing pursed his lips, thinking of what happened that year. Countless emotions rolled in his heart, and finally he nodded slightly.

Shang Wan:!!!

Lu Chengjing was only four years old at that time!

Lu Chengyuan is eight years older than Lu Chengjing, that is, twelve years older.

A 12-year-old pedophile tried to molest his own 4-year-old brother. What kind of beast is this?!

"then you……"

"No!" Lu Chengjing grabbed Shang Wan's hand and said coldly, "I took advantage of his unpreparedness and nearly bit off his ear. The servants heard his screams and rushed in, followed by my mother."

His eyelashes trembled slightly. "My mother asked me why I bit my brother, and I...I couldn't tell her."

He knew very well how much hope his mother had for Lu Chengyuan and how much effort they had put into him. If he told his mother the truth, she would definitely not be able to bear the blow.

If he told his father, he might not believe him.

On one side is the eldest son who is highly expected and often praised by his teacher, and on the other side is the sickly child who is predicted by the doctor not to live past the age of twenty. Little Lu Chengjing already has the answer in his mind as to what choice his father will make.

"So you didn't tell anyone?"

Lu Chengjing nodded.

Even if he said it, no one would believe him after seeing Lu Chengyuan's excellent singing and recitation performance.

After hearing about this, his father rarely stepped into his house, only to punish him with family discipline. He was beaten with a cane, almost killing him.

His mother distanced herself from him day by day, too frightened to get close to him.

The servants in the mansion all said that he was a cold-blooded monster, and that not living before the age of twenty was God's punishment for him. They hoped that he would die of illness soon.

After hearing this, the second brother was also afraid of him and dared not visit him again.

Only Lu Chengyuan...

"What happened next? Did that beast stretch out its claws towards you again?" Shang Wan was filled with murderous intent, and he wished he could fly to the Lu family and grind Lu Chengyuan into ashes.

Seeing Shang Wan so angry, the complicated emotions in Lu Chengjing's heart faded a little.

"Since that day, I have been alert and I refuse to stay alone even when I sleep at night. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't find the opportunity."

Shang Wan was not stupid, she knew how much water there was in these words. But looking at Lu Chengjing's pale face, she was reluctant to continue to expose the scar.

"I suddenly remembered that I have something to do." She let go of Lu Chengjing's hand and stood up, a cold light flashing in her eyes, "Shitou will come out in a while, let Shitou carry you to bed, no need to wait for me."