Inside the apartnt, even after being together for over an hour, the two little ones still looked at each other unfavorably.
Especially Song Nianhuan, her eyes full of hostility and irritation towards Lu Wangshu, as if she couldn’t hold back and would pounce the next second, leading to a fight between the two kids.
During this hour or so, Chu Munan could only describe the little guy in front of him with one phrase: "He is definitely Lu Jingchen’s biological son."
As the saying goes, like father, like son. Lu Jingchen was cold and indifferent to outsiders, and not very talkative. anwhile, Lu Wangshu had been subjected to quite a few provocative and dismissive remarks from Song Nianhuan, yet he simply replied with a few words, nearly making her cry.
Chu Munan, one hand holding an apple to his mouth, the other rhythmically tapping the sofa, had already sent a ssage to Song Qiao. That little woman should be on her way back now, so he calmly said to the two little girls, "Wait, your mom will be back soon, you two better not fight..."
Song Nianhuan imdiately looked up at Chu Munan, finally showing a smile on her face, "Godfather, is mom really coming back soon?"
Even Lu Wangshu fixed his gaze on Chu Munan.
Unlike Song Nianhuan, the little guy was clever enough to glean from Chu Munan’s earlier words a truth he was unaware of before.
That truth was he and this little girl in front of him were siblings.
Lu Wangshu was temporarily at a loss over having suddenly gained a younger sister.
Chu Munan continued munching on his apple, nodding slightly.
Song Nianhuan imdiately felt like she had soone to rely on, turning to Lu Wangshu and saying, "Hear that? My mom is coming back. You’d better leave, your mom isn’t even here..."
Lu Wangshu glanced at her nonchalantly and calmly said, "She’s also my mom."
Song Nianhuan retorted vehently, "What do you an she’s also your mom? She’s my mom, not your mom..."
Lu Wangshu, "Your mom is also my mom..."
Song Nianhuan, "My mom isn’t your mom, she’s my own mom..."
Lu Wangshu, "..." Looking at the little girl in front of him, her face flushed from arguing with him, he pursed his lips and remained silent, withdrawing his gaze.
Chu Munan said nothing, his gaze lingering on the two little ones, with an amused smile in his eyes, but he remained silent.
It was half an hour later when Song Qiao returned, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed in the hallway, and imdiately, the eyes of the three on the sofa turned to the door.
Song Qiao, after getting out of the taxi, had jogged all the way back. As she fumbled with the keys, her hands shook uncontrollably, and even her breathing was unsteady. She could have entered by inputting the password, but being too anxious, she forgot it and opted to use the key instead.
Just after unlocking the door and pulling out the key to close it, two soft, childish voices ca from behind, "Mom..."
Song Qiao paused, pulled out the key, closed the door with her other hand, then turned to see the two little ones running straight toward her.
Almost reflexively, she crouched down, wrapping the little ones approaching her in her arms, and gently called, "Huanhuan, Wangshu..."
Song Nianhuan’s eyes fell on Lu Wangshu beside her and she voiced her displeasure, "Why are you hugging my mom?"
Lu Wangshu stayed calm, "She’s also my mom."
Song Nianhuan couldn’t understand and turned to Song Qiao, "Mom... is he your child too?"
Unwilling to be outdone, Lu Wangshu composedly called, "Mom..."
In that instant, seeing her son and daughter, Song Qiao felt a sudden headache.
In her worry for Lu Wangshu, she forgot to inform her daughter that Lu Wangshu was actually her biological older brother, and Lu Wangshu’s reaction suggested he knew as well.
Truthfully, she wasn’t ready to introduce Lu Wangshu and Song Nianhuan to each other. Yet, since the two siblings had already t and didn’t seem to get along, she found herself at a loss for what to do next.
At that mont, Chu Munan walked out from the living room, stopping a couple of steps away from them, and said to Song Qiao, "Don’t just sit at the door, co inside..."
Song Qiao looked at Chu Munan, feeling he was her savior. Nodding, she stood up, took the children’s hands, and said, "Co inside, I’ll explain everything later, okay?"
Song Nianhuan glared at Lu Wangshu, then turned to Song Qiao and nodded obediently.
Throughout, Lu Wangshu remained well-behaved in front of Song Qiao.
After they returned to the sofa, Song Qiao sat with Lu Wangshu and Song Nianhuan on either side of her.
She glanced at Lu Wangshu, then at Song Nianhuan, and finally spoke gently to Song Nianhuan, "Huanhuan, he’s actually your brother, so you shouldn’t be disrespectful to your brother in the future, understood?"
However, Song Nianhuan widened her eyes at Song Qiao, her eyes turning red, and directly said, "I don’t have a brother, he’s not my brother..."
After finishing her sentence, with teary eyes, she jumped off the sofa and ran toward her room.
Song Qiao stared after Song Nianhuan, montarily at a loss, not understanding why she reacted so strongly.
By the ti she ca to her senses, she heard the door slam shut.
Song Qiao, "..."
Chu Munan, "..."
Lu Wangshu, "..."
Silence stretched between the three of them.
After a long pause, Song Qiao awkwardly smiled, saying, "Huanhuan might be in a bad mood today, throwing a little tantrum..."
Chu Munan, with his deep, thoughtful gaze directed at Song Qiao, smiled but said nothing.
anwhile, Lu Wangshu remained very composed, looking at Song Qiao and sensibly said, "Mom, maybe sister couldn’t accept eting for the first ti, I understand..."
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