Lu Ting Cheng was calm and rarely endangered himself, but that was different when it came to Lu Zi Zhen. Not only was he handling guns, he was handling the pharmaceutical industry, and he was also experimenting with God knows what in his science laboratory. It was this genius mind that made her remind him over and over, make sure he was taking caution.
He blinked up at her, his sulking expression faltering and suddenly replaced with a grin.
"And for the record," she added, "I may not have given birth to Ting Cheng, but he's my son too. He never made me earn that place, I had to prove it, quietly. Just like you are proving you can be responsible."
Zi Zhen turned to his brother, who hadn't said a word through the exchange. Lu Ting Cheng met his eyes and gave him a small smirk.
"She yells when she loves you. Trust me, you're her favorite."
Zi Zhen stared, stunned. Then—"Wait. Are you saying you want her to yell at you? What kind of kink is that?"
