Chapter 47: The Old Man’s Favoritism (Part 1)

At the end, the man didn’t forget to pull his sharp thin lips into a smirk, leaning back into his seat, letting out a mocking "ha."

That simple sound was filled with sarcasm.

Lu Li: "..."

Luckily, Song Qingwan wasn’t in the same car with them, otherwise witnessing Lu Junhan’s callous act, she might have been furious enough to want to kill him!

...

Song Qingwan’s car arrived at the old estate a step ahead of them.

The Lu Family’s old estate covers a particularly large area.

The villa is located in the eastern suburbs, styled like a European aristocrat’s home, glittering like a palace from afar.

The surrounding area is all grassland, with many artificial lakes in the yard, all created by the old master during his leisure time.

When the big one and the little one got out of the car, Song Qingwan and the assistant were already waiting in the yard.

Song Qingwan’s complexion indeed looked very pale at this moment, without a trace of color, but her makeup was quite glamorous.

She wore a long black veil dress, the hem reaching her ankles, standing there upright like a high goddess, impossible to tell she had already passed forty.

As the two approached, Song Qingwan glanced at them.

Lu Junhan’s exceptionally handsome face was as indifferent as ever, expressionless, while in contrast, the little girl seemed a bit sulky.

Song Qingwan was momentarily taken aback, she bent down, touched the little girl’s head with an unusually gentle voice:

"Why the upset look? Did someone bully you? Tell Auntie! Auntie will help you deal with them!"

The little girl held a big bag of milk candies in her arms, her rosy chubby face puffed like she was holding something in her mouth. Upon hearing her words, her fair little hand swiftly pointed to the man beside her, her voice full of milky candy taste:

"Daddy won’t let me eat candy," she angrily clenched her fists and started to complain, "He even called me a pig!"

Lu Junhan: "???"

As expected.

Song Qingwan’s expression changed instantly, she looked at Lu Junhan with displeasure, coldly saying:

"You’re too much! Li Li is after all your daughter, how can you insult her like that? Insulting her is insulting yourself too!"

Lu Junhan: "..."

This little tattletale, just wait for him!

After saying this, Song Qingwan immediately changed her demeanor, gently soothing the little girl with a soft face: "It’s okay, it’s okay, even if our Li Li is a pig, she’s the prettiest little pig!"

The little girl was indeed happy again, her black eyes sparkling, then she grabbed a big handful of candies from the bag, offering them to Song Qingwan, her baby voice crisp and clear:

"Auntie, have some candy tang!"

Song Qingwan looked at her adorable and thoughtful little appearance, her heart melting, "Okay, okay, Auntie will eat them, Auntie will eat them when she gets home."

Saying so, she put the milk candy into her pocket.

Seeing her accept them, the little loli was even happier, having already forgotten the previous incident, quickly fetching another big handful, eager to share with her father, her delicate upturned face rosy and fresh:

"Daddy, have some candy tang! These candies are really delicious!"

"No thank you."

The man didn’t even glance, indifferently turned his head, refusing outright.

He never liked eating those overly sweet things.

"Daddy..." The little girl’s emotions visibly sank, she hung her long lashes, mumbling sadly, "These are really delicious, I wouldn’t lie to you..."

She had eaten several pieces already.

"They are really tasty..."

As she spoke, her eyes became red, her baby voice carrying a hint of sob, those dark eyes growing wetter: "...Daddy, don’t you like me?"

"...No, it’s not like that."

"You didn’t eat my candy!" The little loli’s tears fell like a stream: "You just don’t like me! You despise me, boo hoo~"

The man furrowed his brow, his expression icy: "Shush! Try crying again and see!"

"Boo hoo~"

"..."

The little girl raised her hand to rub her eyes: "Waaah boo hoo hoo hoo~"

"..."

"Boo hoo——"

"Silence! Give me the candy!"

...

In the living room, the old master was already seated there.

The old master was nearing eighty years of age, trained in the military when younger, and hasn’t forgotten to exercise even in old age, making him remarkably robust without showing signs of frailty.

He sat on the sofa with a straight back, hair white at the temples, his aged face emanating a cold, stern seriousness.