âItâs just like him to do something like that,â said Lu Yi. He wasnât surprised, and neither was Yan Huan. In her previous life, he abandoned the worthless Yan Huan for Su Muran, so why not abandon Su Muran for Sun Yuhan now? Sun Yuhan had the full support of the Ye Family behind her, and the Ye Family was more powerful overall, since the Su Family didnât manage to take them down this time. It wouldnât be hard for him to figure out where to cast his lot.
He hadnât recovered from the head injury he received from Su Muran, and that was the last straw that broke any hopes of reconciliation. Besides, Su Muran was already half-dead.
âSpeaking of which,â Yan Huan sat up. How could she have forgotten about that? Pregnancy had really slowed down her brain. âHowâs Zhu Meina doing? Has she given birth yet?â
She recalled that Zhu Meina was pregnant around the same time as her. Her children had made it past the most dangerous phases, and had grown peacefully into their third months. Xunxun was still vulnerable, but all in all, the children were growing up properly and putting on weight. What about Zhu Meina? Did she give birth to a boy or a girl? Where was she now? Is she doing okay?
âSheâs at the Su House.â
Lu Yi glanced at his sleeping daughter. His heart softened. The sight of her sleeping safe and sound eased his worries. Anyways, he would have forgotten all about Zhu Meina had Yan Huan not mentioned her.
âSheâs back at the Su House?â blinked Yan Huan. âShe got caught...? What about the child?â She was afraid that Zhu Meina would end up like her, and lose both her child and her life.
âThe child was safely delivered. It was a boy,â Lu Yi stroked Yan Huanâs hair. âHe will become the sole heir of the Su Family. Su Muran and her mother had put a lot of thoughts into their plot, but it backfired in the end.â
Yan Huan was overcome by disbelief.
Su Muran has...a baby brother now. How...ridiculous.
âOne more thing...â Lu Yi continued. âThe childâs blood and bone marrow arenât compatible with Su Muran. Zhu Meina would not have brought him back otherwise.â
The niece and the aunt are fighting over the same man. That had to be the joke of the century. In any case, it seems like Su Muran is doomed.
âAre you thinking of saving her?â asked Lu Yi. He had banked his childrenâs cord blood, and those could no doubt save Su Muran.
âNo,â Yan Huan curled her lips. âWhat does she have got to do with me? Iâm not Mother Mary.â
She laid down and pulled the blanket across herself. She remembered clearly who killed her and caused her to be reborn. She also remembered the wrongs she did herâstealing her husband and murdering her daughter. She wouldnât deserve to be a mother if she left that debt unpaid.
She didnât walk down the same path in this life, but that didnât change things.
âItâs up to you. Iâm against it anyway, since itâll be taxing on your body if you save her,â said Lu Yi, patting her shoulders gently, pacifyingly. He was well-aware of the blood feud between the two women.
If Yan Huan decided not to save her, he wouldnât interfere with her decision. Yan Huan wasnât Mother Mary, and he wasnât a goody-two-shoes either.
âSleep now,â said Lu Yi, patting her shoulder gently. From the way he treated Yan Huan, you wouldnât be able to tell whether he had one daughter or two.
Lu Yi woke up after some time. He sat up carefully and turned up the bed lamp, though not to a glaring extent.
Beside him, Yan Huan was still sound asleep. She had to take care of Xunxun that day. In the past, she would sleep for more than ten hours a day when she wasnât filming, but now she could only sleep a little at night.
âWhat is it?â asked Yan Huan, rubbing her eyes as she tried to sit up. âIs Xunxun hungry?â
Unlike her brothers, the little girl always got hungry at night. The boys were easy to care for; they rarely made trouble for anyone, and rarely feel sick either. Xunxun, on the other hand, was the difficult princess of the Lu House. Old Master Lu succumbed to her every demand whenever she looked at him with her large, watery eyes. In the past, Old Master Lu had grown tired of living because he had nothing to live for, but that had changed. In order to keep fit, he picked up Taichi once more. He needed to live longer to watch his precious great-granddaughter grow up, to watch her go to kindergarten, elementary school, middle school... Thereâs no way heâll let any rascals bully his little princess!
Vitality filled the old man. Despite having the same appearance, he looked a few years younger. Not long ago, he was languid and wheelchair-bound, but now he walked on springy steps and spoke with a booming voice. His temper had improved a lot too, and he had dropped the habit of throwing cups at others. Whenever he saw his soft, adorable great-granddaughter, he would grin like an idiot.
Lu Yi pressed her shoulders down gently. âGo back to sleep. Iâll go.â
Yan Huan rubbed her eyes. She was too tired. Soon, she dozed off again.
Lu Yi slid out of the blanket carefully and went to prepare milk. None of the children were breastfed (including Yan Huan), and all of them drank milk powder growing up.
They were good children, and not picky with their food, drinking up whatever was offered to them. Little Xunxun still ate like a bird, but her brothers were eating heartily and growing fast. The cute and chubby twins had put on considerable weight, but Little Xunxun was still a tiny thing that was only half as heavy as her brothers.
On the bright side, she wasnât sick.
Lu Yi walked to Little Xunxun, whose large eyes were already open. Her onyx pupils shone like crystals, and her sclera gave off a faint aquamarine glow. Like a pure crystal, her eyes were innocent and without impurities.