Ning Wan’s words made everyone present widen their eyes, all gazes landed on the child in her arms. No one spoke anymore; in a venue of over two hundred people, it suddenly became so quiet that it seemed like one could hear a pin drop.
When Tan Shuya heard Ning Wan say that the child was born to Song Qiao for Lu Jingchen, her expression dramatically changed, her eyes even directly widened looking towards the child in Ning Wan’s hands. Unnoticed, the hand she had been holding onto a man’s was already pushed away by him.
But at this moment, she couldn’t care less about anything else. This child, appearing so suddenly, felt like a bomb to her, making her suddenly feel a chill spreading throughout her body from her feet.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, the baby, not sure if it was hunger, suddenly started crying loudly.
Xu Qian was so shocked by Ning Wan’s words that she didn’t know how to react; she had always been longing for the moment to hold her grandchild, and now suddenly, she was told that their Lu Family finally had a descendant.
The indescribable emotions made her almost excitedly start to tremble.
Hearing the baby’s crying, she suddenly snapped back to reality and hurriedly looked at Ning Wan, cautiously asking, "Ms. Ning... is this truly the son Song Qiao gave birth to for our Jingchen?"
Ning Wan’s gaze fell on Xu Qian. She couldn’t behave towards Xu Qian as she did towards Lu Tianming and Lu Jingchen, because Song Qiao had previously told her that Xu Qian was very good to Song Qiao and had secretly acknowledged Song Qiao’s marriage to Lu Jingchen.
So, looking at Xu Qian, although there was still a hint of coldness on her face, she still nodded her head and said, "If you don’t believe it, you can take the child to do a DNA test."
Ning Wan was gently patting the baby’s back with moderate force, as the baby continued to cry in her arms.
Upon hearing Ning Wan’s words, Xu Qian knew that there was a misunderstanding and quickly nodded. "I believe, I believe, I believe this child is from our Lu Family."
She let go of the hand she was holding onto Lu Tianming’s, took a step forward, and her tone tinged with caution, "That... I... may I hold the baby?"
Ning Wan’s eyes slightly deepened, her heart hesitating for a moment, but she still handed over the child to her and said, "The child was entrusted to me by Song Qiao to give to you all; from now on, the child is part of Lu Family, you hold him." Dıscover more novels at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍
Xu Qian hurriedly took the child from Ning Wan’s hands, her movements very careful.
After the child was handed over to Xu Qian, he suddenly stopped crying, his teary eyes opened wide, staring fixedly at Xu Qian. Because of the crying, his little mouth was still bubbling, making him look even more adorable.
Amid the sweet smell of milk, seeing that the child’s features were exactly like her own son’s when he was a baby, Xu Qian was certain in her heart that this child belonged to their Lu Family.
Instantly, the excitement made her eyes turn red, and she directly looked at Lu Tianming, saying, "Look, this is our Lu Family’s child..."
Lu Tianming, watching Xu Qian holding the child, stiffened, his lips moved slightly, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.
All attention was now on the child, while Ning Wan quietly left the Lu Family Mansion.
Standing outside the main gate of the Lu Family Mansion, Ning Wan looked up at the empty road ahead, her emotions indescribable.
A few minutes later, she took out her phone and dialed a number.
The call connected quickly, and Song Qiao’s voice came through the phone, "Hello, Wanwan..."
Hearing Song Qiao’s voice and thinking about seeing Lu Jingchen with another woman at the banquet, Ning Wan suddenly felt it was not worth feeling moved for Song Qiao, her eyes inexplicably reddened, and she blurted out, "Qiaoqiao, I’ve handed the child over to the Lu Family tonight, as today is Lu Tianming’s sixtieth birthday."
There was a sudden silence from Song Qiao’s end for a while before she finally responded with a hum.
Neither of the two friends spoke for a moment, and finally, Ning Wan couldn’t stand the silence and directly asked, "Qiaoqiao, do you regret it?"
At that moment, far away in Paris, Song Qiao was sitting in front of a baby crib. Inside the crib, a very cute and beautiful baby girl was waving her little hands and feet, occasionally blowing bubbles from her mouth.
Hearing Ning Wan’s words, she first remained silent for about a minute, then she forced a smile and said, "A bit regretful, after all, the child was not easy for me to give birth to. I almost didn’t make it through the childbirth."
Then, she took a deep breath and continued, "But this child was originally Lu Jingchen’s seed, the Lu Family’s lineage is so peculiar, and by giving him to them, I don’t feel guilty anymore, moreover, don’t I still have a daughter?"
Listening to Song Qiao’s words, Ning Wan felt much better inside, but still snorted and said, "You’re so generous, just handing your son over to them."
Song Qiao laughed helplessly, in fact, Ning Wan handing the child to the Lu Family had somewhat eased her mind.
She reached out and poked her own daughter’s cheek, then shifted the topic speaking to Ning Wan over the phone, "When are you coming to Paris? As a godmother, you haven’t yet given a gift to your goddaughter. When you do come, you’ll have to bring double."
"Once I’ve handled the things here in An City, I’ll leave immediately, and I’ll come straight to you. You’ll have to take care of me then."
Song Qiao laughed, "I can barely take care of my daughter, and now I have to take care of you too? Why isn’t it you taking care of me?"
Ning Wan spoke with righteous indignation, "Because I’m poor, trying to deal with that woman Ning Yan’er, I’m almost bankrupt, but fortunately, the situation is almost resolved, and besides, isn’t there still Chu Munan, that rich guy?"
Song Qiao, "..." She was at a loss for words.
After chatting for a while, Ning Wan finally hung up the phone and put it back in her pocket, getting ready to step away when the sound of a car engine reached her ears.
Before she could react, a black Maybach suddenly drifted in front of her, blocking her path.
The dazzling headlights almost made her unable to open her eyes, forcing her to raise her hand to shield herself; all she could hear was the sound of the car engine, just as she was adapting to the light and trying to see who it was, her arm was seized by a large hand, and then a man’s voice reached her ears.
"Ning Wan, where exactly is Song Qiao?"
Upon hearing this voice, Ning Wan stiffened...