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If Young Master Jiang wants a daughter, go have one yourself!"
For a man, nothing is more unbearable than having his wife or daughter taken away.
After all, one is the wife of this lifetime, and the other is the lover of the last.
"I’m really sorry then, but if the little girl is registered under my wife’s household, doesn’t that make her my daughter?"
"Young Master Jiang, do you have no shame in snatching someone else’s daughter?"
"Mhm, I think it’s quite fine."
Two grown men, jabbering away like little kids, the immaturity was extreme.
At that moment, a phone call came in.
Jiang Ye immediately hung up on Xiang Zheng, his face beaming with a smile:
"She’s not crying, is she?"
"No, she’s been good, Lu’er, when can you give me a daughter as well-behaved as Little Yaoyao?"
Lu Jing nearly lost his grip on his phone:
"Jiang Ye, what nonsense are you spouting?"
"I’m not talking nonsense, I’m serious. So, when can we?"
Unable to help himself, he asked again.
Lu Jing exhaled deeply:
"Go find someone else to have your kid!"
"I don’t want one from anyone else, I only want one you bear."
"Then you’d better dream more realistically."
"Lu’er, so, you want to meet me in your dreams, huh?"
Lu Jing could feel his neck heating up:
"Jiang Ye, stop talking nonsense, bring Yaoyao back, I have to leave!"
Upon hearing this, the man who was being cheeky just a moment ago became much more serious:
"Have you eaten? There’s food kept warm for you in the kitchen pot."
What a rapid change in topic!
Lu Jing had just finished showering, how could he have had time to eat?
Besides, if the man hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have known there was still warm food.
"Eat first, I’ll bring Yaoyao back once I finish up here."
He really was hungry.
About half an hour later, Jiang Ye carried Little Yaoyao out of the office and returned to the residential building.
Lu Jing had finished eating and was washing dishes in the kitchen.
"Yaoyao, play in the living room for a bit, Mommy Lu is washing dishes."
Little Yaoyao stayed in the living room playing, while a certain grown man entered on his own.
When he saw the woman standing at the stove, bent over washing dishes, he couldn’t help but walk up and wrap his arms around her waist:
"I didn’t ask you to wash dishes," he said.
Lu Jing tried to stand up but couldn’t move.
Then, with a swift move, the man scooped her up, facing her, then pressed her down.
Instinctively, Lu Jing leaned back, her back directly against the cold stove:
"Jiang Ye, what are you trying to do?" she asked.
The corner of the man’s mouth curved, his eyes smiling with deeper meaning.
At the same time, his hand brushed against the woman’s smooth leg:
"In my house, wearing my shirt, what do you think you’re doing, Xiao Lu?"
The words were practically dripping with seduction.
Lu Jing rolled her eyes:
"Having too many fantasies is an illness that needs to be cured."
"Then you’re my medicine, will you let me have it?"
Lu Jing felt a rush of heat throughout her body:
"I took a bath, I couldn’t wear my previous clothes, and you don’t have any of my clothes here, so I’m temporarily borrowing your shirt, don’t worry, I’ll wash it clean for you,"
However, clearly, someone wasn’t interested in listening to explanations right now.