The attitude of the Xie family towards him has always been this indifferent, and Lu Ziyuan doesn’t mind.
Only his heart more firmly believes in that far-fetched speculation.
—The woman inside really has a deep relationship with his brother-in-law.
He glanced at the closed door of the birthing room.
It’s very quiet inside.
The cries from yesterday have stopped, but with his hearing, he can still hear through the closed door the footsteps of the busy midwives, the voices of comfort, and... the rapid breathing of the woman in labor, suppressing her pain.
A familiar dull pain ca from his chest again, Lu Ziyuan’s brow slightly furrowed.
He had long been accustod to this heart condition, and now could even find a bit of pleasure in the pain.
There are many ways to punish oneself, but the pain from the heart is his favorite.
So straightforward, irresistible, pain that he deserves.
Constantly reminding him of how much he has failed.
Lived two lives, each more of a failure than the last.
Lu Ziyuan closed his eyes and turned to leave.
But as he is about to step over the threshold, Xie YanYu hasn’t yet relaxed.
A loud shout of unbearable pain cos from inside the birthing room, followed closely by the cry of a baby.
A birth!
"A birth!" Inside the birthing room, the midwives swiftly wiped the baby clean and said happily, "Congratulations, madam, it’s a healthy young master."
Xie Wanqing doesn’t know who might be outside; exhausted by the child’s tornt throughout the night, she listens to these words with difficulty and then tilts her head and falls asleep.
Several midwives quickly attended to the unconscious Xie Wanqing.
The newborn’s lungs were quite good; the cries were loud and prolonged.
Outside, Lu Ziyuan, who was ready to leave, paused in his steps and returned.
"You all say, just as I’m about to leave, this child cos out. Isn’t he in a hurry to see ?"
His eyebrows raised slightly, devoid of the previous world-weary attitude, instead filled with rare interest.
Even soone as calm as Xie YanYu changed expression upon hearing this, surprisingly feeling the plague god’s words held so truth.
His front foot is about to leave, and the back foot the child is born.
Isn’t this a sign of wanting to keep him here?
And the child’s ’biological father’ Ji Chengfeng, with a forced smile, says, "Your Highness jests."
Lu Ziyuan couldn’t care less about their thoughts and directly commanded, "Bring the child out for to see."
Nobody contradicts such an order.
The midwives quickly bring the child out.
The swaddled baby, white and tender, eyes not yet open, mouth wide open wailing.
The three n lean in to take a look.
A newborn, all look much the sa.
Impossible to see who the baby resembles.
Xie YanYu affectionately looked at his little nephew for a mont, then noticed the plague god beside him, whose usual cold and harsh gaze now showed an unexpected gentleness.
In that instant, he thought of ’natural father-son bond.’
Even one as murderous, nearly devoid of humanity as Lu Ziyuan, in the unknown presence of his own child, is still influenced by his bloodline, softening his heart at just one glance.
He thought for a while, and said, "Since there is fate, why don’t Your Highness hold the child?"
These words were abrupt, yet Lu Ziyuan truly extended his hand.
But as the child was about to be handed over, he withdrew his hand.
"Never mind," he said, "My life is full of killing, this child might not be able to bear it."
Xie YanYu was surprised again.
This is akin to saying he’s a plague god; better not affect the child.
Although he always thought of this person as a plague god, he didn’t expect the person himself would have such self-awareness.
Is this still the arrogant, unruly, and presumptuous Lu Ziyuan?
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