Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lu, while squatting behind the bushes, could not help but shudder at the way Huo Yunting greeted his uncle.
Why is Huo Yunting calling him by his name?
Well, technically, their ages are only 4 years apart. Huo Yunting is 25 while Chen is 29, they acted pretty closely as if brothers. So it—somehow makes sense for Huo Yunting to call his uncle by his name directly?
Seems right…judging from that sincere smile on Huo Yunting’s face. He seems to be truly glad of Chen’s reappearance. But then— that’s gonna make things harder—what if my identity gets revealed? Surely Huo Yunting will introduce me to Chen as his sister…
Lu pinched her hands restlessly thinking so.
“I guess you still get something in the ward, look at you,” he glanced at Chen, “You look fairer than before. That’s great.”
“I rather to have never entered the ward in the first place…”
Chen was right. If he had never fallen into coma, he and Yang would have already been engaged and their first child would be most probably sprinting in this garden.
The fantasy brought a smile on Chen’s face.
“I knew you would not die so easily. The government and their bullcrap. I would not believe it as long as I see no dead body in front of me.” That was when Huo Yunting gave a playful punch at Chen’s chest, “So, when do we start?”
“Anytime, brother.” Chen smiled warmly, “How’s our family? You’re still the same with your stepmother?”
“Who the hell cares about that old witch? That infidel shall never be blessed. What should I do? Greet her every morning smiling with a tray of tea like Cinderella? It’s the same as before, yet…”
His announcement halted, as he recalled the Lu’s expression.
Chen remained anticipated for the following syllable.
“…it’s getting complicated…” He concluded.
The hell do you mean by that?!
Lu Zhaoyang nearly snapped a twig as she peeked through the gaps.
Don’t tell me…you’ve already know about Chen and I?
Oh no…
Lu’s heart raced as she remembered the way she responded to the devil’s inquiry regarding his uncle — it was a giveaway…
“It’s been years, Yunting…” Chen replied, “All these years… there are things you are supposed to have let go now. Those plights you form in your head will one day bog you down.”
“Well, I’ll have people to be bogged down along if I have to,” said Huo Yunting gleefully, “…since technically now I am unrelated to Huo Zhenning. But, for you, I’ll visit more often.”
“It’s alright. I don’t spend much time here. I have the military.”
“Oh right, I mean, yes, sir!” Huo Yunting saluted.
“Haha…”
Lu watched the two men strolling away as they chatted. Her body squatted still as a statue till the two men completely vanished in the other end of the garden. She got up, nearly a tripping over, as she wiped her tears away and put on her makeup again, before dragging her steps of depression back to the ballroom. Her shaking hands seized a glass on the tray and gargled the alcohol.
Sadly, it did not work.
Her heart remained wrenched.
She could see Huo Chen leading a swarm of crowd towards her way. She quickly hit the opposite direction across the long table of desserts, only to distance herself away from him.
It was not because she did not want to see him again. Quite the contrary, it was because of how needy she was on seeing him again that she might be unable to hold her feelings towards him in public.
Lu eventually hit the small group of business elites at one corner. Thunderbolt Corp. led a few collaborations before, so she had basically met all the business people.
“Oh, if it wasn’t Secretary Lu. You don’t look great, what’s wrong?”
“I’m fine. Just a little flu. Thank you for your concern, President Yang.” She shook her head and courteously replied.
“Good to hear that. How about some drinks? I’ll be looking forward to the following projects launched by your company. Cheers!”