Chapter 387: Chapter 292:
Xie Xiuran noticed something was wrong as soon as he returned to the residence.
The house was filled with many strange people, and some familiar faces were nowhere to be seen.
As he stepped off the carriage, several men in black surrounded the entrance, their expressionless faces all froze when they saw him.
Xie Xiuran was quickly ’invited’ to the inner courtyard.
He was slung over the shoulder of one man in black, constantly twisting his little body, and upon seeing his mother’s courtyard, he couldn’t help but shout, "Mother! Mother!"
Xie Wanqing hurriedly climbed off his father inside.
Just a moment ago, without knowing why, she crawled onto the man.
Lu Ziyuan just gently helped her up, not stopping her from leaving.
Seeing she had tidied her dress, he walked to the door in a few steps, took a deep breath, and gently opened it.
Outside in the courtyard, Ming Feng had already let Xie Xiuran down. Seeing a stranger walk out of his mother’s room, Xie’s face was full of vigilance.
But the stranger just stared intently at him, his eyes gradually reddening.
Even with reddened eyes, his imposing manner was intimidating. Xie Xiuran’s little legs subconsciously retreated half a step, then he courageously asked, "Where’s my mother? Why are you coming out of her room!"
The stranger glanced at his trembling little legs and suddenly smiled, "Is your surname Xie? Do you know who your father is?"
Xie Xiuran was taken aback, "My father is a great hero, but he’s already dead."
Before Lu Ziyuan could rejoice, his face darkened.
Clenching his teeth, he angrily glanced at the girl who dared not come out, walked over to the little boy, and picked him up.
"Your father is indeed a great hero, but I’m not dead!" He shook his son in his arms and laughed, "Listen, I’m your father!"
Upon hearing this, Xie Xiuran, who was scared and screaming, was stunned.
At this moment, Xie Wanqing finally walked out, seeing the father and son duo, and was slightly taken aback.
Usually, she didn’t feel it, but now seeing the two faces together, she realized how alike they were.
"Mother!" Seeing his mother, Xie Xiuran shouted, "This thief says he’s my father, quickly ask Uncle Ji to drive him out!"
Xie Wanqing: "..."
She looked at Lu Ziyuan’s darkening face, and Ming Feng, with his head lowered, and several familiar deputy generals, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Listening to his son shouting for other men to drive him away, Lu Ziyuan’s face grew increasingly grim, gritting his teeth, he said, "Speak up!"
She really dared!
Running away with his child, giving birth without thinking of giving him another chance, instead living in this remote small town, side by side with another man for five years!
Telling their child that his father was dead!
Every detail angered Lu Ziyuan greatly.
Under his accusatory gaze, Xie Wanqing knew she couldn’t escape, so she approached them and looked at their similar faces, her heart melting.
"... I’m sorry, Ran’er, Mother has been keeping it from you. Your father isn’t dead; he truly is your father," she said earnestly, "It was because Mother had a falling out with him and took you to live alone. Now, he’s found us."
Xie Xiuran, bright since childhood, at four years old, already acted like a little adult and understood many things, but the sudden appearance of a father still bewildered him.
Seeing his son’s bewildered expression, Lu Ziyuan’s heart softened. He reached out to rub his face and gave him a hearty kiss, laughing, "Silly boy, can’t you see how much you look like me?"
