Translator: Zayn_
âYes.â
âThere are many people at home.â
âBut you donât have to care.â
âYou just need to know me and Grandpa.â
As for the othersâ¦With his and the old manâs attitude, they could only please Qingyou. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Lu Ziyan said matter-of-factly.
From his answer, Song Qingyu could more or less guess that the other family members should be from the side branch of the Lu family.
âAny other questions?â
Lu Ziyan was very patient with his new sister.
Song Qingyu thought for a moment,âGrandpaâ¦â
âIâve already arranged for my assistant to pick Grandpa up.â Lu Ziyanâs smile became more genuine.â Grandpa is currently living in a nursing home. He occasionally gets muddle-headed. When heâs awake, he often urges me to look for you.â
It could be said that Lu Ziyan was brought up by the old master, and their relationship was very deep.
Now, not only was Song Qingyu not thinking about the Lu Corporation, but she had also specifically asked the old man about it. Naturally, he liked this new sister more and more.
Song Qingyuâs eyes were as clear as a painting. She nodded and didnât ask any more questions.
Lu Ziyan glanced at Jiang Zhihan, who was invited to sit down by Song Xingye.â Since you have nothing to ask, itâs my turn.â
âAlthough weâve just met and I donât have the right to interfere in your private matters, I still want an explanationâ¦Whatâs going on between you and Mr. Barker?â
Lu Ziyanâs expression darkened when he asked about Song Qingyu and Jiang Zhihan. Especially when he looked at Jiang Zhihan, he felt like he was going to send her to the police station.
Song Qingyuâs mouth twitched, and she coughed uncomfortably, wanting to be vague.â
âItâs exactly what you saw. Zhijin, Zhijin is Jiang⦠Zhihanâs daughter.â
Lu Ziyan was speechless.
Lu Ziyan couldnât take it anymore.â Zhijin said that sheâs six years old this year. Six years ago, you were only 14 years old. 14 years old? Underage? If thatâs the case, Iâll immediately arrange for someone to call the police.â
In fact, after the DNA test results came out, he asked his assistant to check on Song Qingyu and Jiang Zhihan.
According to their life trajectories, they shouldnât have met each other for more than ten years.
However, Song Zhijinâs existence made Lu Ziyan suspect that the two of them might have had a one-night stand or something. Then, the two of them separated and only reunited recently.
The above speculations came from the novels that Lu Ziyanâs assistant read in private.
Song Qingyu pursed her lips and reminded him,
âSix years ago, Mr. Barker was seventeenyears old and underage.â
Lu Ziyan was speechless.
â So, you two didnât know each other at all six years ago?â he asked after two seconds of silence.â You didnât even meet each other, did you?â
Jiang Zhihan and Song Qingyu looked at each other.
The two of them had an inexplicable tacit understanding and chose to remain silent.
Song Xingye, who knew the situation, did not say anything. He had never liked to meddle in things, lest he become the kind of elder that young people hated.
Song Zhijin sat on the chair and swayed his legs. He adhered to the principle of children not interrupting adults âconversations and quietly accepted his grandfatherâs feeding.
Lu Ziyan glanced at them and sighed.â
âZhijin is already so old. Itâs easy to find out if youâve been with her all these yearsâ¦â
It was easy to check if she had a child with her. As long as Lu Ziyan used his connections to check on Song Zhijin, he would find out that not only did she have no household registration or identity, but she also had no other traces of her existence.
Song Qingyu looked at Jiang Zhihan again and the latter nodded.
Therefore, Lu Ziyan and Song Xingye were both shocked.
He also wanted to question and refute.
But from Song Qingyuâs expression, it didnât seem like she was joking.
Then, he and Song Xingye had the same reaction. They both looked at the cat that was said to be their nephew.
Shocked to the point of speechlessness.
Jiang Qingyan took the initiative to go over.âMeow
Song Zhijinâs megaphone started operating, âBrother is calling uncle.â
Lu Ziyan looked at the quiet and obedient cat on the ground in shock. He also noticed that the color of the catâs eyes was the same as Jiang Zhihanâs.
He bent down and stroked the catâs head.â Good girl.â
Lu Ziyanâs worldview was shattered. His mind was in a mess. He couldnât remember if he was going to question Jiang Zhihan.
Fortunately, the assistant picked her up very quickly.
In addition, Old Master Lu happened to be awake. When he heard that he might have found his granddaughter, he took the initiative to sit in the wheelchair and let his assistant push him over.
The moment he saw Song Qingyu, the old man instantly stood up, his eyes filled with unconcealable joy.
Song Qingyu gave him a hand.
Old Masterâs tears flowed out of his eyes. His voice was trembling.â Manzhen, itâs my Manzhen. Manzhen is back!â
That confident and joyful tone proved how similar Song Qingyu looked to her mother.
Lu Ziyan felt relieved and walked to the other side to support the old man.
â Grandpa, this isnât Auntie. This is Auntieâs daughter.â
âYes, itâs not Manzhen.â The old man nodded.â Itâs Xiaoxiao!â
âXiaoxiaoâs current name is Song Qingyu.â
Old Master Lu nodded vigorously, but he held Song Qingyuâs wrist and refused to let go. He couldnât help but mutter how similar she was to Lu Man.
It was not until the excitement passed that the old man was helped to sit down.
After the introductions, Song Xingye was continuously thanked by the old man.
â Youâre Xiaoxiaoâs adoptive father, so weâre considered family. Iâll let Ziyan be filial to you in the future!â
Song Xingye declined again.
Then, Old Master Luâs gaze fell on Jiang Zhihan and Song Zhijin.
Lu Ziyan spoke first.â Grandpa, this is the current president of Jiangyuan Corporation, Jiang Zhihan, CEO Jiang. He is friends with Xiaoxiao. This little girl is CEO Jiangâs daughter.â
As he spoke, he even gave the father and daughter a look.
He tried to stop the two of them from telling the truth.
Unfortunately, the old man was not easy to fool when he was sober.
At this moment, Song Zhijin saw his great-grandfather looking over and subconsciously gave him a smile.
When she smiled, she looked like Song Qingyu.
âWhatâs your name, young lady?â The old man narrowed his eyes.
Lu Ziyan said,âGrandpaâ¦â
â Iâm not asking you. Iâm asking the young lady. Are you a young lady?â
Song Zhijin burst out laughing.
It was always funny to see great-grandfather and uncle arguing.
âLittle girl, whatâs your name?â The old man asked again.
âSong Zhijin! Great-grandfather, my name is Song Zhijin!â
Forget about how obvious the name was, just the familiar way of addressing him was enough to explain everything.
âZhijinâ¦Who is your mother?â
Song Zhijin looked at Lu Ziyan.
The old man snorted.â Ziyan, since the little girl is looking at you, you should tell her!â
Lu Ziyan was speechless.
If he had known earlier, he wouldnât have brought his grandfather over. He was too happy to have his cousin back, but in the end, he had miscalculated.
âCough-â
âGrandpa, donât be too excited when you hear this. Youâre not in good health nowâ¦â
âDo I need you to say that?â Old Master Lu rolled his eyes at him and then looked at Jiang Zhihan.
âLu Ziyan is dilly-dallying. What about you? You donât want to tell me either?â