My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 966 - 885: You Have No Taste

Qin Miaomiao rarely sees the emotional side of Lu Qing. She was deeply moved, but upon hearing his last sentence, she was so angry that she didn’t know what to do. She could only lean on his shoulder and hit his chest, "You’re such a bastard."

Lu Qing curved his lips, allowing her actions, yet inexplicably recalling an article he read a long time ago - the father’s silhouette buying oranges - indeed, nighttime brings out sentiments of melancholy.

Da Bao returned safely and was sent to Su Jiu’s side again - upon hearing the news, Old Sir Lu locked himself in the study, skipping lunch.

Age sometimes makes people as simple-minded as children.

Lu Xing felt this was his opportunity.

He knocked on the study door and respectfully said to Old Sir Lu, "Da Bao is a member of the Lu Family, why change his name to Su? Does the Lu Family not have the means to raise a child, or must it bow down to please Su Jiu?"

In the study, a Thousand Hand Guanyin incense holder sits quietly. The fragrance flowed from beneath the Guanyin, filling the room with the scent of sandalwood.

Old Sir Lu sat upright, his face blurred amidst the incense.

Lu Xing’s heart skipped a beat.

He had barged in and disturbed the old man’s contemplation.

About ten minutes later, the incense burned out, and the smoke became faint.

Old Sir Lu stood up and walked out of the study.

Lu Xing followed closely behind.

The old man said, "Lu Xing, the young woman you brought back last time, are you serious about her?"

Lu Xing hesitated for a moment and quickly replied, "Wen Wan is a good girl."

Lu Xing did not directly answer Old Sir Lu’s question - he only regarded Mo Wenwan as a bed companion. Admitting Mo Wenwan’s status now would be troublesome when he meets a suitable girl later. Yet, he didn’t want to leave the old man with the impression of being frivolous, so he intended to steer the conversation away.

"Old Sir, relationships go through ups and downs, and it’s hard to predict the outcome. But rest assured, if I have a child, I will definitely bring them to you to be raised." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

For Lu Xing, having a child was no big deal. Sow the seed, pay the money, done. He didn’t give it much thought.

Old Sir Lu’s eyes lit up, "Really?" Old people love commotion, especially children.

Mo Wenwan raised her arm to block the sunlight, causing the blanket to slip off her shoulder.

A night of indulgence made her want to sleep in this morning. She turned her head and saw Lu Xing sleeping soundly, turning sideways and touching his cheek.

Lu Xing’s eyelids didn’t flutter, his hand quick as lightning, grabbing Mo Wenwan’s hand, "What are you doing?"

Mo Wenwan propped herself up and planted a kiss on the back of his hand, "Awake?"

Lu Xing pushed her away, "I’m meeting Old Sir this morning. Get ready."

Mo Wenwan fell back into the sheets, stretching her limbs lazily.

Yesterday, Lu Xing came to her and expressed his desire to have a child with her.

When a man asks a woman to have his child, does it signify his intent to take responsibility for her? Mo Wenwan felt a rush of joy followed by sadness. She dearly wished to have children for the man she loved, but now wasn’t the time. Pregnancy would ruin her figure, and the time lost to pregnancy and post-recovery would at minimum delay her by three months.

Who knows how many young and beautiful girls would emerge in those three months?

She dared not let her guard down.

So, despite Lu Xing’s diligent efforts, even without any precautions, she secretly took pills.

Mo Wenwan silently promised Lu Xing in her heart that once this critical period was over, she would make amends to him.

Lu Xing would surely understand her.

The process of a woman choosing clothes, pairing jewelry, and applying makeup is always a meticulous and tangled affair. Typically, Mo Wenwan would pick out her outfit the night before a big event. But last night, there was clearly no time. Now Mo Wenwan was troubled by the sight of her full wardrobe.

Lu Xing did not comprehend a woman’s dilemma, but he wanted Mo Wenwan to leave a good impression on Old Sir Lu, so he was unusually patient. He actively helped Mo Wenwan choose her outfit, even fastening her necklace.

Lu Xing selected a pink pleated skirt that reached past the knees, typical of a man’s taste. Had Mo Wenwan chosen herself, she would surely dismiss the outfit. However, since Lu Xing chose it for her, she was happy to wear it.