The little girl was visiting a strange country for the first time, too thrilled to think straight.
"Yaoyao bought the ticket with Daddy’s credit card!" The tiny person was saying this while making hand gestures, adorably earnest.
Her own father arranged this?
Could there be such an unreliable dad?
Lu Jing’s mouth twitched twice before he continued to ask,
"Where’s your mommy?"
The little girl just shrugged her shoulders:
"She ran away from home again after fighting with Daddy!"
Seems like it wasn’t just the dad who was unreliable; the mom was no better.
"Alright, come with me."
The girl hesitated, then took hold of Lu Jing’s hand with her tiny paws before speaking softly,
"Mommy Lu, Yaoyao is hungry, can we go eat those delicious foods that mommy mentioned?"
The return trip was much faster than the journey there; in about half an hour, the taxi stopped outside a Xiang Restaurant.
It wasn’t far from the hospital, just two streets away, which would take at most ten minutes to walk.
An adult and child hand in hand entered the Xiang Restaurant, where a waiter greeted them at the door:
"Hello, ma’am, how many?"
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"I’m sorry, ma’am, but the main hall is full. We only have private rooms upstairs, is that ok?"
"Okay, this way please, ma’am."
Following the waiter upstairs, Lu Jing was leading the little girl whose eyes were darting curiously around everywhere.
For a child who had grown up abroad, everything in China was so novel!
Lu Jing’s attention was fully on the little girl, so much so that he didn’t notice the person approaching from the opposite direction.
Suddenly, a stunned voice called out.
Lu Jing looked up and his expression changed when he saw who it was.
Indeed, it was Gu Xiyue, the famous actress Gu Daping.
He had heard about her from the nurses at the station in the afternoon, and unexpectedly, he came face to face with her so soon.
Truly, such a coincidence.
But Gu Xiyue was staring intently at the little girl Lu Jing was holding by the hand, even appearing to be lost in thought.
Lu Jing’s expression turned icy:
"Miss Gu, if there’s nothing important, please step aside." His words were distinctly unwelcoming.
He could be polite to others, but there was no need to be courteous to Miss Gu.
Lu Jing was no saint; how could he welcome with a smile someone who had hurt him six years ago?
Gu Xiyue suddenly snapped out of it, her face unable to hide her astonishment:
"This child, is she..."
No, that’s not right; first of all, the ages didn’t match up—this child could only be three or four at most.
Furthermore, upon closer inspection, one could tell the child was mixed-race.
Children are more sensitive to emotions than adults. Perhaps sensing something, the child stepped forward to shield Lu Jing behind her, then tilted her little head up and spoke with fiery determination:
"Lu Jing is my mommy, who are you, aunty?"
Gu Xiyue uncontrollably took a step back:
"Lu Jing, you, you got married?" Full of disbelief.
And there was also a hint of relief in her tone.
How could Lu Jing not hear it?
He curled his lips slightly:
"Miss Gu, are you so curious whether I’m married or not?" he countered.
Someone else was curious.
And that person was right here, right now!
But Lu Jing had no idea.
After speaking those words, he didn’t pay any more attention to Gu Xiyue, took the little girl by the hand upstairs, and entered the private room.