The days seem to have been immersed in a honey pot, with every moment exuding a sweet and soft luster. Xiao Lu Chen changes every day. The red wrinkles of a newborn have faded away, and she has become fair, tender and round. Her big eyes, like black grapes, curiously look at the world. Her favorite thing to do is to hold her father's fingers and make cooing sounds, or fall into a deep sleep to her mother's gentle lullaby.
Su Wanwan devoted almost her entire being to this little life. Breastfeeding, changing diapers, doing massages, recording the subtle changes of each day... These trivial daily routines become sacred because of love. Lu Tingchen turned down all unnecessary social engagements and went home on time. His study was gradually filled with baby bottles and parenting books, and a family photo of the three of them was placed in the most prominent position on his desk.
At this moment, he was clumsily learning to burp his son, his broad palm carefully caressing the tiny back, his expression as concentrated as if he were dealing with a multimillion-dollar merger and acquisition case.
Su Wanwan leaned against the bedside, watching this scene, and her heart softened like a pool of spring water. She picked up her mobile phone and secretly captured this heartwarming scene.
"Does Mr. Lu also have times when he's so unskilled?" " She smiled and teased.
Lu Tingchen raised his head, feigning displeasure and raising his eyebrows: "Mrs. Lu seems quite smug?" " He came over with his son in his arms, bent down and gave her a gentle peck on the lips. "It seems that I didn't try hard enough, which made you have time to laugh at me."
Su Wanwan's cheeks were slightly flushed. She glared at him reproachfully, but her eyes were filled with smiles. Xiao Lu Chen, in his father's arms, let out a contented mutter as if in agreement.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling Windows, filling the bedroom. The air was filled with the warm aroma of a mixture of milk powder and sunlight. This was almost the most perfect form of happiness that Su Wanwan had ever dreamed of.
However, beneath the honey, the thorns always remain.
The aftermath of the "Purification Plan" has not yet completely subsided. Although the Lu Group managed to stabilize the overall situation through decisive cuts and an honest attitude, the fluctuations in stock prices, the wait-and-see attitude of partners, and the occasional doubts in the public opinion field all required Lu Tingchen to spend a great deal of energy to deal with.
He never brings these pressures home. But Su Wanwan could sense the undercurrents from his occasional solemn brows, the lingering light in the study late at night, and Qin Hao's increasingly frequent whispered reports.
That afternoon, Su Wanwan was pushing a baby carriage for a walk in the garden of the villa when her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
She hesitated for a moment but still picked up the phone.
"Mrs. Lu, oh no, perhaps I should call you Miss Su Wanwan?" " On the other end of the phone was a processed, strange voice. It was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, with a hint of uncomfortable banter.
Su Wanwan's heart sank sharply. She stopped and asked, "Who are you?" "
It doesn't matter who I am. The voice chuckled softly, "What's important is that you and Mr. Lu seem to be so immersed in the joy of having a son that you've forgotten some old things." Your father... Was Mr. Su's choice back then really just out of guilt and to save the company?
Su Wanwan gripped the phone tightly, her knuckles turning pale: "What do you want to say?" "
It's nothing. I'm just reminding you that every gift from fate has already been marked with a price in the dark. Whose sacrifice has built the happiness you have now? Your father's? Or perhaps... "Others'?" The voice paused for a moment and said meaningfully, "This pool of water in the Lu family is much deeper and dirtier than you can imagine." Wish you and... The little heir is always so "lucky".
The call was abruptly hung up.
Su Wanwan stood still. The sun was shining brightly, but she felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet and spread to every part of her body. The other person mentioned her mother and her father, and the malice and hint in his tone sent shivers down her spine.
"Wanwan?" " Lu Tingchen's voice came from behind. He came back early and saw her standing still in the yard for a long time, so he went out to look for her.
Su Wanwan turned around, her face a little pale.
Lu Tingchen immediately noticed her abnormality and quickly stepped forward, putting his arm around her shoulder: "What's wrong?" Where do you feel uncomfortable?" His gaze quickly swept over the baby carriage. Only after confirming that his son was safe did he feel a little relieved and return all his attention to her.
Su Wanwan handed him the phone, her voice trembling a little: "An unknown call..." Said some strange things...
After hearing her retelling, Lu Tingchen's expression instantly darkened and his eyes were icy cold. He took the mobile phone and directly handed it to the bodyguard behind him: "Track this number immediately and find out the source!" "
He held her tightly in his arms, feeling her slight tremor. His voice was deep and firm: "Don't be afraid. I'm here." These hidden scoundrels only dare to use this way."
Is what he said true? Su Wanwan raised her face, her eyes filled with confusion and a hint of fear. "Dad..." Could there be something hidden from me? Is there any other hidden story behind Mom's death?
Lu Tingchen was silent for a moment and didn't answer directly. He just held her tighter and said, "Wanwan, the past was very complicated, involving too many people and interests." But I can assure you that no matter what the truth is, it has nothing to do with our current relationship, let alone with Chenchen. You are my wife and Chenchen is my son. This is the only fact that I am certain of and will never let go of.
He cupped her face and looked at her with a burning gaze: "Give me a little time. I'll clean up everything in all these dark corners." I won't let anyone or anything disturb our lives again.
His words seemed to have magic, dispelling some of the chill in Su Wanwan's heart. She leaned against his strong chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, and gradually calmed down.
Yes, she can no longer be carried away by the shadows of the past. Now she has someone to protect, and she has a more important present and future.
That night, the light in Lu Tingchen's study stayed on very late.
Qin Hao stood at the table, reporting the investigation results: "The number is a virtual one from overseas and its source cannot be traced." The other party is very cautious. But judging from the content of the words, it is very likely to be with the extreme remnants of the previous "Guardian" organization, or with the old man... It is related to some of the opponents that were dealt with before. They are trying to take advantage of your wife's doubts about the past to disturb your mind and even drive a wedge between you and your wife.
Lu Tingchen's eyes were cold: "Increase the security level, especially around the lady and the young master. There mustn't be any more mistakes." Keep investigating. Even if it means digging deep into the ground, we must pull out this rat lurking in the dark.
"Yes." "
After Qin Hao left, Lu Tingchen walked to the window and gazed out at the deep night sky. He knew that calmness was just a facade. Those enemies who were suppressed by his thunderous measures did not give up completely. They couldn't move him, so they began to turn their attention to his softer side - Su Wanwan and the child.
This touched his absolute sore spot.
He returned to the table and opened an encrypted drawer, inside which was the "Morning Star" brooch designed by Su Wanwan, symbolizing rebirth and protection. He gently stroked the cold gemstone, his eyes sharp like an eagle's.
Honey is very sweet, but if someone wants to add sand to it, he will chop off whichever hand he reaches out.
The next day, when Su Wanwan woke up, there was nothing around her. She walked to the window and saw Lu Tingchen strolling slowly in the garden with his son in his arms, whispering something. The morning light outlined the contours of the father and son with an extremely gentle touch.
Looking at this scene, it seems that a lot of the gloom brought by that phone call last night has been dispelled.
She took a deep breath and told herself that she couldn't be passive any longer. She is not only Su Wanwan, but also Lu Tingchen's wife and Lu Chen's mother.
She picked up her mobile phone and dialed a number.
Hello, is that Aunt Zhou? I'm Wanwan. Are you free today? I think... Let's talk about my mother again."
She can no longer just be protected. Since the storm rose because of her or because of the people around her, she must also learn to take up arms and confront the fog of the past to safeguard her present happiness.
The sweet and romantic life goes on, but the princess no longer merely resides in the castle. She sensed the presence of the spikes and decided to work with her knight to remove them one by one with her own hands.
(To be continued...)"