Chapter 246: Am I a Little Monkey Too?

Early the next morning.

Lu Junhan carried the little girl, who hadn’t fully woken up from staying up too late last night and getting up too early this morning, down the stairs.

Grandpa and Song Qingwan were already having breakfast downstairs.

The party went late last night, and Grandpa met a few of his old comrades at the banquet.

In high spirits, he couldn’t resist having a few glasses of red wine and then a few more of white wine.

This was a big deal.

The always invincible, cold-blooded, never-drunk Commander Lu was taken down by just a few glasses of white wine.

He put on a drunken fist performance right then and there.

If it weren’t for his comrades holding him down, he would have rushed to the stage and displayed his skills in front of everyone.

So embarrassing!

In desperation, Song Qingwan had to force him to drink a few more glasses.

Finally, they managed to knock him down.

So, the party wasn’t even over yet when the thoroughly inebriated Grandpa was escorted to his room to sleep.

But obviously, Grandpa himself felt very embarrassed too.

When Lu Junhan and the little girl came downstairs, they could still hear him at the dining table, furiously questioning Song Qingwan, who looked speechless:

"It’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you, would I have embarrassed myself like this?! The drinks you got must be fake! Otherwise, how could I get drunk so easily? You know, back in the day, I was never drunk, and no one could drink me under the table! No one!!"

Song Qingwan rolled her eyes at him, stirred her congee with her fingers, some bluish shadows under her eyes, looking a bit tired and seemingly not well-rested:

"Dad, just admit it, you’re just old—"

Grandpa’s face reddened with anger. He stood up from his chair, slapped the table with his big hand, and shouted, "Nonsense! I’m only 73! Old what old!"

Song Qingwan smiled sarcastically, laughing "haha" twice, pointed at herself with her finger: "I am 42 years old this year."

Then she pointed to Lu Junhan, who had come down the stairs: "This brat is 25 this year."

Next, she looked at the little girl rubbing her eyes beside him: "And this one! She’s even younger, only three years old."

Finally, Song Qingwan took a sip of her congee, giving him a fierce eye roll:

"You’re the oldest one here. Who else would be old if not you? Are you suggesting Li Li is the oldest one here? And how dare you blame me? I haven’t even settled things with you yet! Don’t drink if you don’t have the tolerance for it. If you weren’t my dad, I would’ve left you outside yesterday, going around drunkenly hitting people, and when others wouldn’t hit back, you asked them if they looked down on you... Tsk! So embarrassing! I almost don’t want to admit you’re my dad!"

Grandpa: "..."

Seems like Aunt just called her.

Rubbing her eyes, the sleepy little girl immediately became alert.

She blinked her dark eyes and ran over, cutely asking, "Aunt, did you just call Li Li?"

"Yes!" Song Qingwan ignored Grandpa’s dark as soot expression, grinning as she reached out to pull the little girl into a chair and pushed a bowl of congee over. "Come on, sweetheart, have some breakfast."

The little girl had just sat down.

Across from her, Grandpa’s face turned sour as he suddenly stood up from his seat, pushed the bowl in front of him, and strode upstairs with a cold face.

"Aunt," the little girl furrowed her small brows in puzzlement and asked,

"Did Li Li drink Grandpa’s congee, so Grandpa doesn’t have any congee left, and he’s angry?"

"It’s not your fault," Song Qingwan glanced at Grandpa, whose expression was gloomy and awkward, and said ambiguously, "Your Grandpa is angry with himself; let’s not bother him, let him calm down on his own."

"Oh."

Hearing this, the little girl obediently began eating her congee.

Soon, the butler entered from outside and reported to Lu Junhan:

"Young Master Lu, Lu Tianhua and Chen Susu have spent the night hanging on the tree."

Last night, the group of reporters was taken down for questioning, even questioning the gatekeepers.

No need to question much; to suffer less, they quickly confessed about Lu Tianhua and Chen Susu pulling the strings behind the scenes.

The guilty pair hadn’t even stepped out the Lu Family Villa gate when the bodyguards caught them.

After capturing them, the butler promptly went to the master bedroom to report this matter to Lu Junhan, wanting to know his plans for handling Lu Tianhua and Chen Susu.

At that time, Lu Junhan was throwing five thick storybooks on the bed, telling the little girl to learn to tell herself bedtime stories instead of bothering her old dad.

The little girl knew plenty of words, and she felt that since her dad had told her so many stories, she should reciprocate and tell stories to him too.

So, when the butler came in to inquire, Lu Junhan was lounging at the head of the bed reading, whereas the little girl was earnestly, albeit to an impatient dad, narrating a story:

"The little monkey on the ground asked the mommy monkey hanging on the tree: Mommy, why don’t we look alike? Mommy said: Silly child, because you were picked up from the trash bin..."

The little girl’s black eyes widened: "Eh? Trash bin? What a coincidence, Li Li was picked up from a trash bin too, Dad, am I also a little monkey?"

Lu Junhan: "..."

This mommy might not want to live anymore.

Seriously, talking about trash bins.

Just like that, Chen Susu, Lu Tianhua, and this mommy all ended up hanging on trees.

Someone was watching over them all night.

They wouldn’t die.

But hungry, cold, and exhausted; they weren’t allowed to sleep by the bodyguards, which was nearly worse than death.

Song Qingwan paused in her actions.

Evidently surprised that it was actually the mischief of those two, but upon reflection, it wasn’t impossible.

The biggest beneficiaries of this affair were indeed them!

She thought about it for a moment but ultimately stayed silent.

"Are they dead?"

Lu Junhan slightly tilted his head, picked up the bowl of congee in front of him with fingers that had clear joints, and his voice was calm.

The butler lowered his head slightly: "That’s not the case; uh... probably due to freezing or hunger, they’ve both fainted by now. I’m afraid things might escalate if this continues, so they’ve been temporarily taken down. What do you think..."

"Let them rest for a while,"

The butler inwardly noted how approachable Young Master Lu seemed today, only to hear Lu Junhan’s indifferent tone follow, "Resume at noon."

"..."

It’s summer now; in the hottest month of the year.

Noontime is a blazing sun, the hottest period of the day, and the air temperature is close to 38 degrees; hing there for half an hour, people might melt!

But the butler dared not express too much doubt, agreed, paused, then asked, "What about those reporters?"

After questioning the reporters last night, they were locked up.

Lu Junhan stirred his white congee aimlessly, "Hang them up too, anyway, the courtyard has plenty of trees."

Butler: "..."

Alright, the old Young Master Lu is back again.

Luckily, this time no lives were claimed.

A blessing amidst misfortune.

Once Song Qingwan and the others finished breakfast, Grandpa managed to sort out his feelings of shame and returned to his usual cold and authoritative self.

He came down from upstairs, and in a cold, methodical manner stated:

"Get yourselves ready, we will head out shortly."