She rarely shows this kind of emotion, and even initiates intimacy with others. Lu Beiyao frowned, "What’s so good about her?"
"Just good! Why ask so many why’s? Uncle, you’re so wordy and don’t know how to cherish ladies. In this regard, you’re completely no match for my dad. He’s way better than you!"
Lu Beichen came in and heard his own son praising him, and even directly claiming "my dad"!
To be honest, he wasn’t quite used to it, but undeniably, it sounded pleasant!
"Uncle, people outside say you’re very good at spoiling women, far better than my dad in terms of getting along with ladies, but I really don’t believe it. You’re too indifferent to aunt..." As he said this, he saw Lu Beichen come in carrying Shen Congling, and quickly changed his tone, "Look at Mr. Lu, now that’s real cherishing of ladies!"
Little Bun, remembering the times he clinged to his Sister Tongtong, couldn’t help but shrug his shoulders.
Childish words hold weight for those who listen!
The child’s criticisms were clear: they say you’re not as good as my dad in everything, but better at spoiling women, particularly popular among them. But I don’t think so either; look how poorly you treat your wife! Learn from my dad!
Lu Beiyao’s eyes held a chill, and he only recovered when Li Siru caught his hand!
"No need to rub anymore!" Li Siru’s voice was always soft and gentle, bland as dust. Any more rubbing and the skin would break.
Lu Beiyao stared at her holding his hand steadily; Li Siru quickly let go, and only then did he put the things in his hand onto the nearby iron plate. Tu Yingying was placed beside Li Siru by Lu Beichen, sitting close.
"Let big brother apply some medicine for you too!" Lu Beichen looked down at Tu Yingying, "Did you fall as badly as my sister-in-law? That would be unfortunate!"
Clearly meant to be concern, but coming out of his mouth, it felt odd, with a hidden chill that was truly unsettling.
Tu Yingying pursed her lips, "No need, Brother Beichen, I’ll be fine after a rest."
"Weren’t you unable to get up earlier, with tears of pain? How about letting Tongtong help you roll up your pants?" His face remained expressionless, his gaze indifferent.
Ji Niandong rarely saw him , awkwardly wondering whether to cooperate. With her Little Uncle , it’s no wonder people feared him. Yet thinking of how gentle he was to her, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of joy.
Lu Beiyao, hearing this, hurriedly played mediator: "Beichen, stop bothering her!"
"Yes... yes! Brother Beichen, don’t worry about me, I didn’t fall that badly, just... just twisted my foot!" She said, pursing her lips, not daring to lift her head.
Lu Sinian leaned against Ji Niandong, adopting a pose of watching the show.
Sure enough, Lu Beichen squatted down looking at her ankle; just this action caused Tu Yingying to lose her senses.
Lu Beichen reached out to pinch her ankle seemingly concerned and asked, "Ankle twisted?"
"Brother Beichen!" Tu Yingying thought she was dreaming!
But in the next second, he forcibly twisted it straight. Tu Yingying shrieked in fright, trying to reach for the person in front of her, but instinctively withdrew and clenched her corner tight, "It hurts!"
Ji Niandong couldn’t help but cover Lu Sinian’s eyes; such brutal scenes were not suitable for children!
Lu Beichen calmly stood up, "Should be fine now, right?"
Tu Yingying felt pain and grievance, tears welled up but dared not let them fall, "Yes, Brother Beichen, thank you!"
Ji Niandong indeed looked with one eye open, one eye closed, clicking her tongue in disbelief!
Her Little Uncle, turns out, is quite scheming!
But, only towards other women, which she liked!