Jiang Ye probably heard only the word "Mommy," selectively ignoring the "Lu" before it.
Thus, when he heard it, he felt a chill from his head to his toes in an instant.
"Mommy?" he murmured.
It was a laugh that was truly unsettling.
"Lu Jing, she’s calling you ’Mommy’?
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Lu Jing furrowed his brows tightly:
"Enough, Jiang Ye. Can’t you speak properly?"
He actually felt quite uncomfortable.
The incident from the past indeed was a hurdle they could never get over in this lifetime!
So, each mention was like forcefully tearing open a deep wound in his heart.
His throat tightened as he continued:
"Of course, I haven’t congratulated you yet on having such a lovely daughter!"
He spoke with sarcasm.
Lu Jing’s face turned cold, and she didn’t want to linger any longer:
"Well, thank you for your congratulations. Can you let go now? We need to leave!"
Jiang Ye did indeed loosen his grip on the woman’s shoulder, but the next moment, the child was already in his arms, so fast that it was unclear how he managed it.
"Jiang Ye, what are you doing? Let Yaoyao go!"
Lu Jing reacted, shouting angrily while attempting to snatch the child back.
However, even though Jiang Ye was using only one hand, Lu Jing couldn’t even touch his clothes.
"What’s the rush? I just want to see your daughter!"
He emphasized the words "your daughter" with particular force.
The little girl, frightened, had tears in her eyes and gazed at Jiang Ye with big round eyes:
"Wuu wuu, mean uncle, I’m going to tell daddy you’re bullying Yaoyao and Mommy Lu.
Hmph, my daddy is very strong, he will beat you down!"
While crying profusely, the little girl nodded vigorously:
I’ll for sure tell my daddy!"
She didn’t forget to talk tough.
Already adorable as a mixed-race child, her tears made it even harder for adults not to feel distressed.
Even Jiang Ye seemed to soften a bit, his expression not as fierce, and finally, he gently put her down.
In fact, what he was really wary of was the woman beside him, glaring daggers.
When Lu Jing saw Little Yaoyao put down, she immediately snatched her away:
"Jiang Ye, you jerk!"
After cursing, she stormed out.
And the insult "jerk" echoed clearly downstairs.
Hearing someone descending the stairs, the manager quickly stepped back to clear the way.
The woman who could scold Jiang Ye must not be ordinary indeed.
Fortunately, Xiang Restaurant had been cleared, and there were no other people besides the staff on the way.
At the curb, a black Bentley had been waiting, and the driver hurriedly got out to greet her:
Lu Jing nodded, then carried Yaoyao into the car.
The car soon drove away.
Unseen, a figure stood by the window in one of the upstairs private rooms, looking terribly sinister.
In the private room, the table was kicked over, and dishes and utensils scattered across the floor, shattering.
The people still on the staircase trembled with fright.
But no one dared to step forward, of course!
Let him smash, even if he tore down the whole restaurant, it wouldn’t matter.
After all, the Young Master of Jiang Family could well afford to pay.
However, there were no more noises afterward.
Having calmed down a bit, he immediately pulled out his phone and made a call:
"Lao Bai, help me check a license plate, Nan A88X8."
Although he said a minute, it didn’t even take that long before the message came: the car was registered under Yayu Business Company in Nanxi City, a high-tech company specializing in international e-commerce, owning self-managed foreign trade malls, ebay, X-sun, X-tong, X-dong, X-hui, and other e-commerce platforms, mainly dealing in consumer electronics.
"Why so polite? Feeling estranged, huh!"
"Alright, let’s have tea sometime."