Mr. Lu's delicate bag

Chapter 83 Seeing Him for the First Time

Under the black sky, a smell of alcohol hit her. Lu Yanran, who had just gotten out of the car and was walking along the stone path towards her home, quickly moved aside, but was still grabbed by the shoulder, "You..."

The person opposite her had a crimson face, and the gravity of his body pressed down on her. He staggered, glanced at her, and smiled foolishly, "Hehe..."

The person who came was none other than Lu Yanran’s half-brother, Lu Zhiheng.

Lu Yanran had not changed out of the off-shoulder dress she was wearing for the banquet, and the man's big hands were pressing her shoulders tightly. She couldn't help but feel disgusted, but she still just wanted to get home quickly and didn't want to deal with this drunk man any more.

Lu Yanran looked coldly at the follower behind Lu Zhiheng. The man was so scared that he quickly stepped forward to support his boss, trying to make him lean towards him, but Lu Zhiheng was like a dead pig, and stubbornly moved closer to Lu Yanran's ear.

Before he could say anything, the smell of alcohol was overwhelming. Lu Yanran closed her eyes, pinched her palms and tried to endure it, while the man laughed in her ear for a long while, "Haha, is it all in vain again? No man will open his eyes to look at you?"

Seeing that the person had been supported by the followers behind her, Lu Yanran took a step back... The man beside her suddenly lost his balance and almost stumbled. Lu Yanran crossed her arms and glanced at him indifferently. Since she had already avoided him, she did not want to fight anymore and immediately walked quickly towards the house.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?"

"...trash", he cursed and burped unconsciously, then Lu Zhiheng continued to curse, "No one will see you when you are dressed like this... Hahaha, you are running so fast, are you going to die? You cry and shout like your mother, and you just... know how to complain? You think you are right? I tell you, you trash, don't let me see you, if I see you... I... burp..."

Lu Yanran didn't want to have any dispute with him here at all. Venting her anger was just something the weak did, especially when she couldn't win. So, she didn't even turn her head and let him insult her.

But the person behind her became more and more relentless. Seeing that she had no reaction, he cursed loudly a few more times under the influence of alcohol, until the target of the curse changed from her to her mother. The follower was so scared that he quickly opened his hands and covered his eldest master's mouth.

The aunt who was following Lu Yanran was also worried that Lu Yanran would get impulsive and start an argument with the eldest son of the family. But after a few scoldings, the young lady seemed unaffected and walked as fast as she should... The lady was also scolded, and the aunt looked at her nervously, but Lu Yanran remained expressionless and just walked forward...

Well, this young lady has a soft personality. She is indifferent to being scolded, and she can endure being scolded by her mother. In this way, she is wronged, but at least there will be no quarrels at home, and she will not be implicated in her work.

The drunk man struggled and pushed his attendant, wanting to say something more. The attendant quickly persuaded him, "Mr. Lu, please be quiet. Mr. Lu is in the room... Look, people have gone far away and can't hear us. Let's not shout anymore. It will hurt our throats."

Lu Yanran walked into the house first with a calm face, glanced at her father sitting in the main seat in the living room, changed her shoes, and walked over respectfully. She gave a brief report on what she encountered and saw when she attended the Gu family's opening ceremony.

Lu Qiming glanced at her indifferently and said, "It's okay as long as the things are delivered, you can go upstairs."

Lu Yanran clearly heard what her father said, but she did not pace back and forth. She just lowered her head, looking bewildered... Her mother looked at her in surprise, and her father also looked over in the direction she was looking.

"···What's wrong?" he said coldly.

Lu Yanran was like a nervous little chicken. She just pursed her lips and seemed hesitant. After a few seconds, she dared to raise her head and looked at her father timidly, "Dad, I painted two paintings recently. Do you want to go to the studio on the 3rd floor to take a look? Teacher Zhou you recommended last time is really good."

Thinking it was a big deal, he held it in for a long time. But when he heard that it was just two paintings and asked him to see them, Lu Qiming's expression faded again, "... You go up first, I have something to say to your mother."

"But..." Lu Yanran gently pinched the hem of her skirt.

The man thought that the kid was just looking for trouble, and he lost his patience and looked back at the report in front of him.

However, Lu Yanran glanced at the door, and seemed even more worried, and hurriedly took a few steps closer, "Dad..."... Just after she called out, the man raised his head, and the sound of unlocking came from the door, and the attendant helped the drunk Lu Zhiheng in.

Lu Qiming looked at his son who was so drunk that he almost fell on his follower, then looked back at Lu Yanran. This girl was actually trying to help her brother hide it from him.

As soon as Lu Zhiheng entered the house, several aunts came to greet him and changed his shoes. A group of people surrounded him and finally helped him to the sofa in the living room. Lu Zhiheng sat down directly and drank some wine. Everything in front of him was spinning and he was gasping for breath.

Lu Qiming stood up and ordered in a cold voice, "Go get someone to sober him up."

He did not criticize his beloved son, but looked at the follower with resentment, "Can't you give him some advice?"

The follower quickly agreed and bowed his head obediently, "Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Lu."

Fortunately, Lu Zhiheng was not completely ignorant of the seriousness of the situation. Although he was drunk, he probably knew that his father was at home... He just leaned quietly on the sofa, rubbing his temples from time to time, making it seem that he had worked hard to drink.

Lu Qiming took a few glances and felt a little angry, but he suppressed his anger. He didn't want the father and son to quarrel again. When he saw Lu Yanran and her mother also went to the kitchen, busy preparing food for his ex-wife's son, he nodded silently with satisfaction.

...Alas, at least the daughter still cares about her elder brother.

After Lu Shize cooked the dumplings, he brought out two large bowls. Jiaojiao looked at him in surprise and asked, "Uncle, are you still going to eat dumplings with me? It's so late, it's getting dark, you should go back quickly."

As she said that, she put down her phone and took her bowl. Normally, Shen Jiaojiao doesn't play with her phone while eating.

The man hadn't taken off his apron yet, and looked at the bowl of dumplings on his usual spot... Yes, it was very late, and he had said that they couldn't be together, so he should go back.

The man was honest and was about to take off his apron and leave the next second, but Shen Jiaojiao said, "...How about you eat here? Actually, I haven't eaten with you for a long time..."

The more he spoke, the more pitiful he seemed. Baba looked at the man, who immediately pulled away a chair and quickly replied, "Sure...we can eat together."

He had originally planned to have dinner together, and he prepared every condiment himself. Moreover, the dumplings today were very plump, perfect for eating one bite at a time, with thin skin and rich fillings. Jiaojiao would definitely like them very much, and he wanted to see her smile... It was dinner time, and the child had to be happy while eating, otherwise, she would not be able to sleep at night, which was really heartbreaking.

But how come we have to eat together? The kids are so pitiful, they obviously want to keep their own... Lu Shize sat down and pushed all the small condiment plates over, "Jiaojiao, you want to dip it in bean paste or sesame paste, it's all fine. And this oil sauce is not bad either, it's not too spicy."

Shen Jiaojiao pursed her lips, looked at the small plates, then looked at him, then lowered her eyes and stopped talking.

The man quickly advised, "Jiaojiao, let's have a good talk. Actually, your uncle has moved away, but we can have a meal together or have a meal outside. You can eat whatever you want. This is definitely possible. You just need to give me a call, or let Aunt Xue tell her, and..."

Shen Jiaojiao lightly dipped a dumpling and habitually wanted to give it to him, but immediately lowered her head and brought it to her lips.

"No."

I wanted to hand him the dumplings, but immediately took them back, wanting him to watch me reject him, reject him harshly.

Aren't you moving out? Drawing a line?

Then I will learn to draw it as clearly as you can... Then you will know how sad I am.

Shen Jiaojiao ate one silently, not to seduce the man, but this was indeed what she would do if there was no other progress between the two of them... However, she had been doing it silently before, and tonight was the first time he saw it.

After all, she wanted there to be other possibilities for the two of them in the future, rather than the man leaving, which would become a certainty that could never be changed.

The man didn't even pick up his chopsticks, he just kept looking at her.

...It was only today that he truly realized how cruel it was for someone who had been so clingy to him that he left without saying goodbye because of some gossip. He thought he was being measured, reasonable, and rational, and that it was for the good of the child. But to someone who was used to sticking to him, it was really cruel.