Lu Yuchen glanced at the little Lu Qilin beside him and said indifferently: "It's fine as long as I like her. She is the woman I like. I don't care about others."
Zhuo Yarong was almost so angry at her son's words that she vomited blood.
But she couldn't do anything about her son, so she had to point at Xinluo and speak to Youyou who was standing beside them.
"Youyou, this woman is deliberately imitating your mother. She has other purposes in approaching your father. You can't be deceived by her like your father was. Youyou, do you think we should not let such a sinister woman in?"
Seeing that Lu Yuchen's attitude was cold but firm, Zhuo Yarong knew that her son's character could not be easily shaken by others, so she immediately asked Lu Qilin for help.
However, she was so anxious that she completely ignored the fact that Youyou was holding Xinluo's little hand.
Little Lu Qilin's personality is even colder than his father's.
Such an act of attachment to a stranger has never happened before.
"I shouldn't." Little Youyou finally spoke, still with that cold tone.
When Zhuo Yarong heard his answer, her face suddenly lit up with joy.
But before she could be happy, she heard Youyou's calm voice: "Grandma, I like Aunt Xiaoluo very much. If Dad can't marry her, can you let me marry her when I grow up?"
He loves his mother the most, and hopes that when he grows up he can marry a wife who is as soft, delicate and warm as his mother.
The smile on Zhuo Yarong's face, which she didn't have time to hide, suddenly froze.
“Youyou…you…what nonsense are you talking about?!”
"Grandma, I said I want to marry Aunt Xiao Luo when I grow up. If you don't let Dad marry her, can you leave her to me?"
"You—" Zhuo Yarong was so angry at her grandson's words that she fell backwards.
What the hell is going on? If Lu Yuchen is not allowed to marry Tang Xinluo, his grandson will marry her!
She never dreamed that one day her indifferent and cold grandson would say such words to her.
"You little brat, you think too much. Lolo is mine—" The man domineeringly pulled the little woman into his arms, and with his big hand he took the hand holding the little woman's hand and slapped it down.
Xinluo was pulled into Lu Yuchen's arms. Before she could react, the man lifted her chin and kissed her on the spot in front of all the relatives.
The long and domineering kiss carried an unquestionable sense of exclusivity.
Xinluo couldn't push him away at all. She pressed her small hands against the man's chest and made two meaningless "hmm" sounds. Then her struggles and resistance were swallowed up by his kiss.
After a long time, Lu Yuchen ended the kiss.
Pushing the little woman's slightly messy hair behind her ears, he glanced sideways and said to Zhuo Yarong who was already stunned.
"She's my woman. If you hadn't said you wanted to meet her, I wouldn't have been interested in bringing her here. Okay, mom, stop testing my patience. Either the three of us stay for dinner to celebrate for you, or we leave now."
The man's tone of voice was cold and without a trace of warmth.
Such words, coming from a son's mouth, were so cold-hearted and horrible.
But Zhuo Yarong knew that everything Lu Yuchen said was true and he was not threatening her.
From the moment he woke up four years ago, he was no longer her Yu Chen. It was impossible to expect him to think for her and take her thoughts into consideration.
Forcefully suppressing the grief in her heart, Zhuo Yarong took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, forget it... Everyone is here today, we can't spoil the fun, so let's take her to the table. Yuchen, Mom only found out now that she is the Alice you mentioned. Xinluo... Haha, what an amazing girl." (To be continued)