Chapter 330 - 289: Torture Him_2

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Lu Yang reported respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Lu Cong was taken aback, “Your mistress’s younger brother? What’s going on? Where is he?”

“He’s right next to me.”

While speaking, Lu Yang picked up the little boy.

Lu Cong hadn’t noticed him before because the little boy hadn’t appeared on camera.

However, upon seeing him now, he was floored by the boy’s adorable looks.

Does he look so much like Murong Qian?

People would believe it if one said that he’s her son.

But, the boy looks three or four years old, and Murong Qian isn’t even 26 yet. How could she have given birth when she was only 22? That’s ridiculous!

He is Gu Li’s younger brother, why on earth did he have such a crazy thought?

While Lu Cong was observing Murong Yun, Murong Yun was also scrutinizing him with tilted head.

So, Uncle Lu brought him here to meet the jerk who abandoned him and his mom?

The world is so small. After all the twists and turns, Auntie Pear’s boyfriend, Uncle Mo’s best friend, turned out to be his deadbeat dad, Murong Yun?

If Mom knew that he was brought here, she would probably be frightened, right?

After all, what she fears the most is her deadbeat dad finding out about his existence.

Although Murong Yun was only just over three years old, he was exceptionally bright. Through a picture of his mom and a super handsome guy he found by chance, he managed to find out about Lu Cong.

However, fearing that Murong Qian would worry, he kept silent about it. Even until now, Murong Qian had no idea that he already knew everything about his background.

“Xunxun, aren’t you going to say hello to Uncle Cong?”

Seeing the little boy and Lu Cong staring at each other, creating a strange atmosphere, Lu Yang couldn’t help but urge him.

“Hello, Uncle.”

The little boy politely greeted Lu Cong, who was on the screen of the video phone.

Watching him, Lu Cong noticed that the boy’s smiles revealed two dimples, one deep and one shallow. Strangely enough, he somewhat resembled Lu Cong himself…

Boom!

He’s going mad.

Lu Cong quickly shook himself out of his thoughts and managed a warm smile, “Hello, little friend. By the way, you’re Gu Li’s younger brother, right? And Murong Qian is your…”

“My sister. My name’s Murong Yun.”

The little boy declared confidently.

“Oh, your sister. No wonder you look so much alike.”

Lu Cong finally understood.

Thinking back to the ridiculous suspicion he had about Murong Qian, he felt even more hopeless.

“Uncle, do you know my sister?”

The little boy asked curiously.

What he wanted to ask most was, why did Dad break up with Mom? Don’t you regret losing my mom and me?

Of course, he probably doesn’t even know that he exists in this world…

Whimper, he felt a little hurt inside.

Lu Cong said,” Of course, we’re good friends.”

At this point, he realized he hadn’t even opened the door for them yet, “Lu Yang, hurry and bring the kid in.”

As his words fell, the large iron gate of the villa gradually opened, and the little boy ran in.

Standing outside the gate, Lu Yang shook his head, “Kids these days.”

He then turned to the video phone that hadn’t been disconnected, “Third Master, I need to pick up Young Master. I won’t be coming in. Can you please look after the kid? Thanks a lot.”

“Don’t worry, leave it to me!”

Lu Cong agreed heartily, happily accepting this task.

He must win over his future brother-in-law by any means necessary!

And, he’s a 26 years old man. He wouldn’t possibly be unable to handle a three-year-old kid, would he?

Missing absolutely no decorum, the little boy entered the house.

It’s a joke. This is his biological father. There is no need to feel apprehensive.

Upon a closer look, Lu Cong was even more surprised to find that the little boy genuinely looked like a younger male version of Murong Qian.

If he and Murong Qian had a son, would he probably look like this?

The more Lu Cong looked at Murong Yun, the more he liked him. He frankly wished that he could be his and Murong Qian’s child.

To express his affection for him, Lu Cong squatted to look at him eye to eye, “Xunxun, may I call you that?”

“Sure!”

The little boy nodded as his eyes wandered around the surrounding environment.

Upon noticing the open kitchen not far away, he asked, “Uncle, I’m hungry. Can you cook?”

“Of course. What would you like to eat? I’ll cook it for you.”

Lu Cong was worried about not having the opportunity to showcase his skills.

Upon hearing that the little boy was hungry, he was as happy as if he had won the lottery.

The little boy pointed to his chin, saying, “Pasta, steak, and potato salad.”

“Alright, I’ll cook that for you.”

“Thank you, Uncle.”

“You’re welcome. Now, watch some TV while I cook..”