Chapter 2127: Chapter 2127: The Eighteenth Coming-of-Age Ceremony (9)
Lu Zishu shook his head.
"My brother just said this is his eldest nephew, but where did he come from? He doesn’t even have a wife!"
Ruan Jiaojiao kept silent. If you ask her, who should she ask?
Lu Zishu wasn’t really looking for an answer, he just wanted someone to chat with. Since Ruan Lei wasn’t around, that person naturally had to be Ruan Jiaojiao, after all, they grew up together.
Lu Zishu didn’t stay long at the Ruan Family’s place and soon left after receiving a call from Zhao Li to quickly buy a couple of sets of children’s clothes.
After Lu Zishu left, Ruan Jiaojiao nestled in Duan Xi’s arms and sighed deeply.
Remembering something, she turned her head and asked Duan Xi, "Brother Xi, why were you staring at that kid earlier?"
Duan Xi replied, "He has a strong scent of blood on him."
Duan Xi’s answer was already a softened version because he didn’t want to scare Ruan Jiaojiao. In fact, he smelled a strong scent of death on that little boy.
If one or two people die, or even three, four, or five, they won’t carry the scent of death. Only someone who has come from a pile of corpses would have it. The child had it, and Lu Xian had it too.
Ruan Jiaojiao looked up in surprise, "The scent of blood? Is he injured?"
Duan Xi shook his head, "No, it might have gotten on him from somewhere."
Ruan Jiaojiao blinked doubtfully, thinking about Lu Xian. He didn’t seem injured either, so she felt relieved.
Over at the Lu Family’s place, Lu Zhiwei came back around seven in the evening. Although he had already heard the gist of it from Zhao Li, he was still quite shocked when he entered and saw Lu Xian and the little boy sitting on his lap.
"Dad," Lu Xian looked up and called out, then asked the little boy in his arms to call him Grandpa.
The little boy was very well-behaved, doing almost everything he was told, and immediately called out "Grandpa" to Lu Zhiwei.
Lu Zhiwei didn’t know whether to respond or not, so he just nodded with a peculiar expression.
The child’s energy was drained after these few days of travel, and he quickly fell asleep nestled in Lu Xian’s arms. Lu Xian didn’t take him back to a room but asked Lu Zishu to get a thin quilt to cover the sleeping boy in his arms.
Then, he said to Zhao Li and the others, "Mom, Dad, if you have any questions, just ask."
"This child, shouldn’t he be put to bed? It’s not comfortable here," Zhao Li said hesitantly.
Lu Xian shook his head and said calmly, "No need. If he wakes up and doesn’t see me, he won’t feel secure."
Zhao Li thought of how the little boy had cried when he woke up earlier while Lu Xian was in the shower, and she fell silent.
Lu Zhiwei directly asked, "What’s the situation with this child? Whose is he?"
"He’s mine," Lu Xian lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in them at that moment, "From the moment I brought him back, he’s my son, a member of the Lu Family, your grandson."
"What do you mean, I don’t understand? Is this child adopted?" Lu Zishu asked.
"Not adopted, this child is mine." Lu Xian raised his head and looked at the Lu Family members, "This child is mine, and from now on, if anyone asks, you all have to say that."
Lu Zishu scratched his head, "I still don’t get it. So, is he or isn’t he?"
He really didn’t understand, completely confused by Lu Xian’s words. The child was obviously mixed-race and looked around four years old at least.
Including pregnancy time, it would be five years. At that time, Lu Xian hadn’t even gone abroad.
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