Chapter 247: Li Li Is the Only One Who’s Chubby

This old man wouldn’t usually call for them if there was nothing going on.

Not to mention, when he did call, he included her, Li Li, and Lu Junhan.

To mobilize all of the Lu Family like this, and yesterday was Li Li’s grabbing ceremony—

Logically, all living relatives should attend the grabbing ceremony.

To give blessings and future expectations for the child.

Though it’s a day late, but...

It’s not impossible.

Song Qingwan seemed to be hoping for something, or perhaps she wanted to quickly verify her thoughts.

Her fingers moved slightly, suddenly standing up from the chair, her voice filled with suppressed anticipation and intense trembling:

"Where is it?"

Could it be like she had always thought?

Maybe her brother really wasn’t dead, just hidden away by this old man?

If that were the case, then...

However, the old man’s next words completely extinguished the flame that had risen in her heart:

"The shooting range! I said yesterday that I would teach this little girl how to shoot!"

Song Qingwan seemed to not react, paused for a long time, and then sat back down, her expression full of disappointment: "Oh? So it was the shooting range."

"What else?" The old man puffed up his beard and glared, "What else did you think it was?"

Song Qingwan didn’t want to show her disappointment too obviously, so she shrugged with feigned ease:

"I thought you were going to take us to see your private base!"

Just like the man’s little stash and Lu Junhan’s Lu Family, the private base was something the old man valued most.

The old man seemed to have been triggered by something, his voice suddenly rose a few octaves, booming like thunder: "Dream on!"

"Can’t I even think about it?" Song Qingwan covered her ears, "And why are you so worked up? Could it be that I guessed right?"

The old man immediately exploded, seeming genuinely embarrassed and angered:

"What a joke! Are you deaf? I said it was the shooting range, didn’t you hear it?"

"Alright, alright, heard you loud and clear, let’s get going now."

Song Qingwan gave him a sideways glance, stood up from the chair, ready to go upstairs to change her clothes.

Actually, she only has two months to live now.

No, not even two months.

Her life now is sustained by special medicine from abroad.

Her body is already exhausted, full of holes, and the situation is worsening.

Originally, before meeting Li Li, she already had only two months left.

At that time, she was grateful not to live with Lu Junhan and Lu Anran, as they grew older, her interactions with them were not frequent.

Otherwise, if those two little ones found out, who knows how upset they’d be.

But unexpectedly, after meeting Li Li, her condition suddenly improved.

The cancer cells stopped spreading, and the two months she had left extended to now.

Allowing her to live an additional two months.

Until Li Li went to school, her condition started to worsen again, and she was left with only two months.

However, heaven has not treated her badly. In her lifetime, she actually got to see that brat Lu Junhan’s child.

So, before dying, she truly has no other regrets.

If she had to mention one, it would perhaps be not being able to see her brother one last time...

When her brother had an accident, she was abroad and couldn’t make it back in time to see him one last time.

Years later, whenever Song Qingwan thought of it, she’d blame herself for going abroad to study.

Why did she abandon her brother alone in the country?

Clearly at age five, when he brought her into the Lu Family, he promised he’d never abandon her like her parents did.

Her brother kept his promise, but she did not.

She went abroad to pursue her dream of becoming a painter.

She never imagined that tomorrow and accidents would precede each other, coming unexpectedly, leaving her unprepared.

And so, the brother who held her hand growing up, accompanied her through many dark nights, told her countless stories, stood up for her, and even bought her candy, just disappeared.

And now after twenty years have passed, she is also close to death.

"Auntie, are you not eating your meal? There’s still so much left!"

Just as Song Qingwan stood up, the little girl beside her, with her dark eyes, looked at the bowl of porridge she barely touched, smacked her lips, looking so eager.

"Strange," the old man was also a bit puzzled, finding it hard to understand, his brows furrowing, "You’ve sat here so long and eaten so little?"

Song Qingwan’s bowl of porridge looked as if it hadn’t been touched.

In contrast, the bowl next to her belonging to Lu Li was quite different, looking cleaner than the little girl’s own face.

Of course, Song Qingwan wouldn’t say she had no appetite, just eating a bit of porridge, merely to avoid feeling nauseous and vomiting when she takes her medicine later:

"I’m dieting; haven’t you noticed I’ve gained a lot of weight recently?"

The old man and Lu Junhan furrowed their brows, but neither could see where she had gained weight; on the contrary, they felt she had lost quite a bit.

But these words were not easy for them to say, and saying them felt awkward.

"Auntie is not fat," the little girl raised her small hand, pinched her chubby, lotus-like arm, and said sullenly, "Li Li is the fat one, Li Li is a big fatty."

Song Qingwan "pffft," burst out laughing, pinched her chubby little face, couldn’t resist but kissed her hard:

"Li Li, you are too cute!"

...

Not long after, they set off for the shooting range.

But unexpectedly, the location of the shooting range was within the old man’s private base.

Song Qingwan: "..."

No wonder the old man’s reaction was so big, he almost deafened her ears!

Turns out she really guessed right.

Inside the base were all bodyguards and retired special forces soldiers.

Evidently, the old man clearly separated his work and hobby, only taking in retired soldiers.

The base was vast and remote, yet the technology was quite advanced.

Song Qingwan and the rest followed behind the old man, taking many turns, entering a building with a mysterious vibe.

Song Qingwan slightly furrowed her brow: "Dad, are you sure there’s a shooting range here? It doesn’t look like it."

The old man’s face showed some discomfort, but his tone was impatient:

"Just follow along, why so many questions! Can’t you learn from that brat? Has he made a sound from earlier till now?"

Song Qingwan: "..."

If she were to learn from that brat, she’d have to stifle herself to death.

The little girl, on the other hand, blinked her dark eyes, curiously looking left and right.

Later, Lu Junhan found her legs short, walking slowly, and liked to hop around. When he wasn’t looking, she somehow wandered off.

He directly borrowed a rope from a soldier nearby, tied one end to the little girl’s arm, and held the other end himself.