Indulging Mrs. Lu-Chapter 174: I Will Definitely Take Good Care of Him

Time flew by without Lu Jinyang knowing how long it had been. Sensing that the woman beneath him was ready, he planted a deep kiss on her, slowly entered her, and when he met resistance, he swallowed her pained cry into himself and proceeded with a steady and enduring rhythm...

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Lu Jinyang returned home and unexpectedly discovered the living room light was on. His heart filled with joy, he thought to himself how it was not in vain to dote on this woman.

Pulling at his collar and carelessly taking off his clothes in the living room, he opened the door to the room, immediately freezing in place and struggling to call out, "Mom, what are you doing here?"

In the room, Ye Han and Zhuang Shuqing were both sitting cross-legged, facing each other, the smiles from their recent conversation still on their faces.

Seeing Lu Jinyang come back, Ye Han turned her head and immediately frowned, "Dressing so lightly in this chilly weather, you’re not afraid of catching a cold." Turning to Zhuang Shuqing, she said with a smile, "Where were we in our conversation just now?"

Zhuang Shuqing smiled warmly at her, "Auntie, you were just talking about his first year in junior high."

Ye Han slapped her forehead, "Look at my memory. Yes, talking about his first year in junior high... No, that’s not right. Shuqing, why are you calling me auntie again? You should call me mom!"

Zhuang Shuqing just smiled and did not address her as requested, instead shifting her gaze onto Lu Jinyang, "Did you handle things so quickly?"

The expression on Lu Jinyang’s face instantly darkened, he let out a bland hum and turned to walk out.

He hadn’t dealt with the matter at all. Rushing back home with the eagerness to feast, he didn’t calculate that his own mother would come to throw a wrench in his plans.

Returning to the living room, Lu Jinyang donned his shirt, his eyes skillfully masking the displeasure within.

Walking back to the room, he said to the two women who were gleefully chatting about his childhood, "It’s getting late, Mom. Let me take you back."

"Go back? Oh, I forgot to tell you, I had a spat with your father. I’m not planning on going back today."

Lu Jinyang massaged his temples, "Did you book a hotel?"

At these words, Ye Han immediately got annoyed, "Brat, can’t I stay a night at your place?"

"If you sleep here, where do I sleep?"

"Isn’t there a sofa there?"

Lu Jinyang glanced at the sofa that was much shorter than his legs and looked unbelievingly at his own mother before compromising, "You two rest early."

Soon after, the sound of a door closing came from the living room. Zhuang Shuqing felt a slight surprise inside. She thought Lu Jinyang would insist, but not that he would give in so quickly.

"This brat, the older he gets, the less he holds his mother in regard," sighed Ye Han. "Shuqing, you have to keep a closer eye on him in the future. If you can’t manage, tell your father, and let him straighten out this brat."

Zhuang Shuqing’s smile curved her eyes into crescents, her heart warming up inside. So this is what it feels like to have family.

"Don’t worry, I will definitely take good care of him."

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Lying in the presidential suite at Seaview Bay, Lu Jinyang felt the word ’regret’ perfectly encapsulate his current state.

This was the very room where he and Zhuang Shuqing had their unexpected encounter.

Tossing and turning, he found the details of that night replaying in his mind with greater clarity. Eventually, he sat up straight, paused for a moment, and then headed to the bathroom~

Having his delightful prey snatched away by his own mother, he surmised that in this world, probably only his mother could be this insensitive, coming over in the middle of the night to fight over his wife with her son.

After taking who knows how many cold showers, Lu Jinyang finally settled his thoughts and fell into a deep sleep in the wee hours of the night.

This night, some were troubled while others rejoiced.

Qin Huaixin lifted her moist eyes, tightly clutching the corner of the blanket, curling up at the edge of the bed.

Leng Yixing’s face still bore traces of dried sweat, lying in the center of the bed, one hand behind his head, he turned his face to look at her.

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