But why did Song Yihuan lie to Lu Weiyan that the child was his?
Nan Yan's whole body was cold, and there seemed to be an invisible net surrounding her, covering her overwhelmingly, making her almost breathless.
But Zhou Ma on the side was completely unaware and just explained:
"Yes, my husband has always been allergic to alcohol, but he has never let anyone know. Even I was informed by my wife five years ago..."
Mentioning Nanyan, Zhou's mother's expression flashed with sadness. She smiled and said: "Actually, it's all in the past. But I didn't expect that the young master also inherited this. In fact, in these years, the young master has inherited this. The young master is well protected by his husband.”
"My husband has only had allergies a total of two or three times before. It was all because...he drank too much alcohol and became allergic. Fortunately, Master Si has developed a medicine that can suppress it for him. Miss Alina, this medicine can be given to Young Master, do you want to eat?"
Her voice brought Nan Yan back to her senses.
"The dosage for children should be different, so let me handle it!"
Nan Yan's eyes evaded, and for some reason, her mood became even heavier.
She gave the medicine to the little guy and told Zhou's mother to make the medicine. Soon, she and Xiao Naituanzi were the only ones left in the room.
Nan Yan looked deeply at the little guy, pulled out the silver needle, and couldn't help but said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Shijiu..."
Not just because she didn’t screen her children for allergens.
Also...she had doubts that he was not Lu Huaijing himself.
In fact, this matter is not traceable. How could someone as sharp as Lu Huaijing not know whether Shi Jiu is his biological child?
Although Nan Yan made a lot of preparations before returning to China, in the final analysis, Lu Huaijing has never been a stupid person.
Otherwise, the Lu family would not be able to achieve its current prosperous position.
However, the little guy didn't know that Nan Yan would have so many thoughts. Just like him, he just wanted to comfort him.
"Aunt Alina, you're overthinking this. We don't even know about this. Those who don't know are not guilty, right?"
The little guy stared at Nan Yan with his big watery eyes, and coaxed with a smile: "Besides, after taking the medicine you gave me for a long time, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore!"
In order to show off the results, the little guy even deliberately raised his arm to let Nan Yan take a look.
However, this move made Nan Yan feel even more distressed.
The feeling of guilt was mixed with heartache, and she even thought of Lu Huaijing belatedly.
So, everything comes full circle, huh?
She couldn't help but reach out and hold the little breast dumpling in her arms.
The sudden action made the little guy freeze instantly.
But what followed was endless peace of mind and long-lost warmth.
Somehow, every time he comes into contact with Alina, it seems to touch the little guy's hidden DNA.
It was a kind of peace of mind revealed from the bottom of one's bones. It even made Shijiu feel more secure than being with Song Yihuan.
It was as if Nan Yan was his biological mother!
The little guy was a little greedy for this feeling, and even hugged Nan Yan back unconsciously.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for a long time..."
Nan Yan's murmuring voice came from above.
It actually made the little breast dumpling feel a little inexplicably sad.
"I'm fine, really..."
He rubbed Nan Yan's arm with his cheek. This intimate gesture made Nan Yan's compassion feel even heavier.
After a pause, she finally said: "Shijiu, do you... have any plans for tomorrow?"
Hearing this, the little guy immediately looked up from Nan Yan's arms.
Those big eyes like grapes, watery and innocent: "Yes, how do you know?"
But as he said that, the little guy suddenly looked a little disappointed, and said sarcastically: "But...just...tomorrow is my mommy's birthday, and I can't take you there..."
Having said this, the loneliness on Xiao Naituanzi's face became even more obvious.
"I don't know why she doesn't like you, Aunt Alina... I'm sorry..."
Seeing the little guy's apologetic look, Nan Yan paused, then smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I understand, but do you want to go with your daddy?"
"How do you know?" The little guy was a little curious, but his tone was full of worry: "It's just that I know that my identity cannot be exposed, so I guess Mommy won't come to see me until very late..."
That’s how it turns out…
A trace of complexity flashed through Nan Yan's eyes, and she paused before saying, "In that case, why not just wait at home?"
Anyway, Song Yihuan can't wait for Lu Huaijing.
Instead of doing this, she might as well give the little guy a defensive shot in advance.
She knew all too well what it felt like to have hope and then be disappointed.
Fortunately, the little guy didn't pay much attention and just smiled: "Actually, it doesn't matter where I am waiting. I also know that mommy... it's not me she wants to see..."
It is really uncomfortable for such a young child to be so sensible.
Nan Yan touched his head and comforted: "It's okay. It will take time and things will get better in the future."
The little guy nodded.
…
The next day, the appointed time quickly arrived.
Bay Club, on the second floor of the banquet hall, through the one-way floor-to-ceiling windows, you can clearly see everything downstairs.
Nan Yan looked down from above, holding the goblet with her slender fingers, shaking it contemptuously, taking in everything.
Song Yihuan dressed up even more carefully today.
Dressed in gorgeous haute couture, she is even more elegant and beautiful than before.
There were many guests at the dinner party, and many people came here because of its reputation.
As the initiator of the banquet, Song Yihuan was even more glamorous and proud of herself as she interacted with the crowd.
Looking at the smile on her face, Nan Yan knew that she would soon stop laughing.
At this time, the door of the private room was finally knocked.
Nan Yan drank the red wine in his hand and walked slowly to the door.
The door opened, and the man's tall figure appeared.
He stood at the door against the light, his tall and proud figure made Nan Yan's lips curl up.
She smiled charmingly, and at this moment, the cell phone in Lu Huaijing's pocket rang unexpectedly.
Nan Yan raised her eyebrows, turned sideways, and the cold man walked in.
She chuckled: "Mr. Lu, you are really on time. Well, the phone is ringing..."
The slightly teasing tone made Lu Huaijing's expression become more solemn.
He didn't look at his phone, but said in a deep voice: "Why are you meeting here?"
Is it difficult to understand?
The smile on Nan Yanzhu's lips deepened.
She sat on the sofa, raised her delicate chin, and said, "Isn't it good to be here? After seeing me, you can continue to coax Song Yihuan, why not?"
Wasn't this what Lu Huaijing was like five years ago?
After coaxing Song Yihuan, he came to the office to cause trouble for her.
Correct on both ends...
The sarcastic words also made Lu Huaijing realize her purpose.
A hint of understanding flashed in his dark eyes, but the phone in his pocket vibrated more frequently.
Nan Yan took a sip of red wine and asked, "If you don't answer the phone, Miss Song, you will be in a hurry..."
