Chapter 897: She’s Not Mother Mary
“It’s just like him to do something like that,” said Lu Yi. He wasn’t 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 didn’t manage to take them down this time. It wouldn’t be hard for him to figure out where to cast his lot.
He hadn’t 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.
“Speaking of which,” Yan Huan sat up. How could she have forgotten about that? Pregnancy had really slowed down her brain. “How’s Zhu Meina doing? Has she given birth yet?”
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?
“She’s at the Su House.”
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.
“She’s back at the Su House?” blinked Yan Huan. “She got caught…? What about the child?” She was afraid that Zhu Meina would end up like her, and lose both her child and her life.
“The child was safely delivered. It was a boy,” Lu Yi stroked Yan Huan’s hair. “He 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.”
Yan Huan was overcome by disbelief.
Su Muran has…a baby brother now. How…ridiculous.
“One more thing…” Lu Yi continued. “The child’s blood and bone marrow aren’t compatible with Su Muran. Zhu Meina would not have brought him back otherwise.”
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.
“Are you thinking of saving her?” asked Lu Yi. He had banked his children’s cord blood, and those could no doubt save Su Muran.
“No,” Yan Huan curled her lips. “What does she have got to do with me? I’m not Mother Mary.”
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 her–stealing her husband and murdering her daughter. She wouldn’t deserve to be a mother if she left that debt unpaid.
She didn’t walk down the same path in this life, but that didn’t change things.
“It’s up to you. I’m against it anyway, since it’ll be taxing on your body if you save her,” 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 wouldn’t interfere with her decision. Yan Huan wasn’t Mother Mary, and he wasn’t a goody-two-shoes either.
“Sleep now,” said Lu Yi, patting her shoulder gently. From the way he treated Yan Huan, you wouldn’t 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 wasn’t filming, but now she could only sleep a little at night.
“What is it?” asked Yan Huan, rubbing her eyes as she tried to sit up. “Is Xunxun hungry?”
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… There’s no way he’ll 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. “Go back to sleep. I’ll go.”
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 wasn’t 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.