One was my ex-husband from my previous life; the other was my flash-marriage husband in this life. Coincidentally, I no longer loved either of them.
I suppressed the awkwardness in my heart and initiative walked towards Lu Yanchen.
"Brother Yanchen." My voice was as sweet as could be. As I passed by Lu Shiyan, I seemed to see a fleeting pain in his eyes.
I knew that in his heart, he still occasionally mistook me for Su Wan. My death had become a demon in his heart.
And now, he inexplicably had an aunt who looked extremely similar to me. He must be very uncomfortable.
But if he were comfortable, then I wouldn't be.
Lu Yanchen looked up at me, his eyes seeming to ask what trick I was going to pull next.
"Let's go see the marital home together this afternoon, okay?"
He didn't answer, his gaze becoming more scrutinizing. I used my signature move again.
"I want to have a home that belongs just to us soon, decorate it the way we like, okay? Please?"
Crash!
Lu Shiyan was holding a cup of water he had just poured. The cup fell to the floor without warning.
He stared at me blankly, his face excited and crazy: "What did you say? Say it again."
Remembered now? That was the exact phrase I had said to him before.
I had so desperately wanted a home that belonged only to him.
But in the end, we got the home, but the person was gone.
I pretended to be scared and looked at him. "Young Lu, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
"Say what you just said again."
I could say it not just once, but a hundred times.
I looked innocent. "I said I want to have a home with Brother Yanchen soon, decorate it the way we like. Young Lu, don't look at me like that; it's scary."
As I spoke, I plopped down onto Lu Yanchen's lap, throwing myself directly into his arms.
Lu Yanchen was stunned by my sudden intimacy, forgetting to react.
"Brother Yanchen, I... I'm scared..."
Lu Shiyan hadn't been resting well lately. His face was pale and haggard, with dark circles under his eyes. When he stared at me with bloodshot eyes, he looked like a vengeful ghost crawled out of hell—quite frightening indeed.
I felt Lu Yanchen's chest heaving rapidly. Finally, he suppressed the fire in his heart and didn't push me off.
Instead, he turned his head to me. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
I grabbed his sleeve. "Brother Yanchen, you're so good. Do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
Good thing Lu Yanchen wasn't drinking water, or he might have spat it all over my face.
He completely couldn't guess what blood-pressure-raising thing I would say next.
Under my pleading gaze, he resignedly closed his eyes and said, "Either is fine."
I nestled into his arms,cleverrubbing my cheek against his chest. "Then shall I have two babies for you? A boy and a girl.Twins would be best. Preferably the girl looks like you. You're so handsome; how beautiful would our daughter be?"
I wasn't being insincere saying this. After all, just in terms of looks, Lu Yanchen far surpassed Lu Shiyan.
His facial features were particularly striking. Rumor had it his mother was mixed-race.
But I never expected that after my flippant and presumptuous words, a shade of Yanhong actually tinged Lu Yanchen's fair earlobes.
No way, Uncle was this pure?
He clearly knew I was just teasing.
Meanwhile, Lu Shiyan, hearing these words, was nearly going mad with anger.
He must be wondering why this woman was so much like Su Wan and even said things Su Wan had said before.
Su Ning'an, guilty conscience at work, was even more afraid, terrified that the secret only she knew would suddenly be exposed.
With just a few casual sentences, I could easily make both of them uneasy. Only Lu Yanchen grabbed my wrist, this time much more gently.
Not only did he avoid my injured hand, but he also didn't use much force on the other one.
He coughed lightly. "There are outsiders present."
I never thought he would initiative play along. On a whim, I leaned close to Lu Yanchen's ear but spoke loud enough for all four to hear: "Then tonight, when we're back in our room, I'll tell you slowly, okay?"
Lu Yanchen's ears turned even redder.
His complexion was already fair; stained with a light layer of pink, it was like gently brushing pigment onto white jade.
It looked extremely beautiful.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he coldly grunted an "Mhm."
I realized the more intimate I was with Lu Yanchen, the stronger Lu Shiyan's reaction.
He kept twisting the dzi beads on his wrist, seemingly trying to suppress the irritable inside him.
Feeling pleased, I brought up visiting the marital home.
Although both of them were reluctant, they had already agreed and had to consent.
On the way to the marital home, Lu Yanchen didn't speak, his eyes fixed on me as if trying to guess my intentions.
But I couldn't care less now.
Lu Yanchen was already by my side. I wanted to use his hand to reveal the whole truth.
As that sculpture drew closer and closer, my heart grew more excited.
It was as if I was guided by some inexplicable force, walking slowly towards the sculpture without conscious thought.
Two lines of tears actually uncontrollably streamed from the corners of my eyes.
Drip.
A tear fell from my chin onto the ground...