One call of “Little Uncle,” a lifetime of deep affection and loyalty!
—Jianrui
At ten years old, Lu Jianshen was inexplicably plucked from his classroom in the United States and placed aboard the Lu family’s private jet.
“Whose idea was this?” The low yet commanding voice made Butler Wang tremble.
This Second Young Master Lu, though young, was not to be trifled with!
Naturally reticent, with a cool and aloof appearance like the eternal ice atop a snowy peak.
Especially those sharp, hawk-like eyes—they didn’t need to speak to exude an aura that made people dare not look directly at him.
He was the second son of Lu Yuanting, the richest man in China.
Because his personality and way of handling matters closely resembled his father’s, he was deeply favored by Lu Yuanting and had been groomed since childhood as the successor to the Lu financial empire.
Butler Wang lowered his head submissively: “It was the master and madam’s idea.”
“For what?”
“I heard… I heard it’s to welcome the birth of your little madam!”
Little madam?!
At China’s top luxury hospital.
Outside the operating room, a sea of people gathered, numerous yet orderly, maintaining perfect decorum.
“Dad, Mom!” Lu Jianshen made his way through the crowd, with people on both sides bowing respectfully.
Lu Yuanting looked at his exceptionally handsome son: “Shenshen, greet your Uncle Hua.”
Lu Jianshen respectfully bowed to the imposing middle-aged man.
Zaitian Hua, the helmsman of Huatian Group, one of China’s three giants, second in status only to the richest man, Lu Yuanting.
The Lu and Hua families had been close for generations.
So close that when both Madam Lu and Madam Hua were pregnant, the two unborn babies playing with their umbilical cords in the womb had already been betrothed.
When the babies were born, they were both boys! The Lu family had Second Young Master Lu Jianshen, while the Hua family had Eldest Young Master Hua Wuque.
Second Young Master Lu’s marriage prospect vanished!
But that child was truly likable (and memorable), clearly a future invincible gold mine capable of succeeding Lu Yuanting.
Madam Hua, with renewed determination, actively prepared for pregnancy, vowing to keep the promise and give Second Young Master Lu a “Second Madam Lu” of unparalleled talent and beauty.
This preparation lasted ten years!
Lu Jianshen was now ten, and even his younger sister Lu Xiaolu was in kindergarten, when Madam Hua finally went into labor!
His upright posture was nudged by a foot.
Lu Jianshen frowned slightly, subtly stepping back a few paces.
“Your little madam is about to be born!” Hua Wuque grinned, his eyes narrowing into slits.
Lu Jianshen pursed his lips, a glint flashing in his hawk-like eyes, startling Eldest Young Master Hua into a stumble.
“What’s wrong? Don’t want my sister? My sister wouldn’t even bother with you—you’re already ten! An old cow eating tender grass!”
Lu Jianshen raised an eyebrow with a light laugh: “A new ultra-high-tech gaming set just launched in the U.S., limited edition. I got two sets yesterday.”
“Bro, I’ll decide for my sister—she’ll marry none other than this fierce bull, Lu Jianshen! The dowry will be the grandest in China!” Hua Wuque’s eyes lit up.
Lu Jianshen frowned: “Who said I want to marry!”
…
“She’s born, the madam has given birth—it’s a little princess!” The Hua family’s butler was the first to announce the joyous news.
The sea of people waiting outside erupted in congratulations, while Lu Jianshen quietly retreated to a corner.
At ten years old, Lu Jianshen didn’t understand love, nor had he ever thought of touching the word “love.”
Having his older brother carry on the family line was enough! In his world, there were too many things that interested him—except love!
“Shenshen.” It was his mother, Madam Lu: “Come, let’s go see Little Ruier together?”
“Who is Little Ruier?” Lu Jianshen furrowed his brow, asking knowingly.
“It’s your Uncle Hua’s youngest daughter, your little wife—Hua Rui.” Mrs. Lu smiled happily.
Lu Jianshen’s face flushed bright red.
He desperately wanted to firmly refuse, but seeing his mother’s beaming smile, he swallowed his words back down.
What came out was just one word: “Okay!”
In that elegant and comfortable special care room, he met the girl everyone playfully called the “little wife”—Hua Rui.
A six-pound, six-ounce baby, looking reddish, wrinkled, and tiny like a little ball.
“So ugly!” Lu Jianshen frowned, not wanting to look a second time.
Were all those people praising her beauty blind?
Just as he turned to leave, little Hua Rui in the crib suddenly started wailing.
He already thought she was ugly, and now she was annoying too! Ten-year-old Lu Jianshen was about to lose it.
“Shen Shen, little Rui’er doesn’t want you to leave. Go on, hold her.” Mrs. Hua smiled as she looked at him.
The people around chimed in: “Hold her,” “Hold your future little wife,” “The little wife recognizes her husband”…
Before he could figure out how to refuse, that six-pound-plus little ball was placed in his arms.
He was going crazy! Lu Jianshen was breaking out in a sweat.
Since childhood, he had accompanied his father to all sorts of major events—what kind of scene hadn’t he seen? Wherever he went, he was the epitome of a calm and composed young master from a prestigious family.
But now, holding this little ball, he…
How should he hold her? Horizontally or vertically? She was so small, lighter than a big rooster…
A nurse patiently taught him how to hold a baby, telling him to pat her gently and, if possible, hum softly…
Lu Jianshen glared coldly at the nurse: “Step aside, I’ll do it myself!”
There was nothing in this world that Lu Jianshen couldn’t do well!
He held the baby horizontally, staring at her, feeling more and more distressed by how ugly she was.
Miraculously, the baby Hua Rui stopped crying. Her dark, bright little eyes seemed to be looking at him, and before long, she obediently fell asleep.
“Shen Shen, little Rui’er seems to like you quite a bit.” Mrs. Lu smiled as she looked at him.
“Hmm.” Lu Jianshen replied casually.
The sleeping little Hua Rui didn’t seem quite as ugly anymore. Occasionally, she even smiled as if dreaming.
Lu Jianshen frowned: “So silly!”
Just as he was eager to hand her off, he suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation on his arm, with liquid slowly seeping through.
“Someone, what’s going on?” Lu Jianshen’s frown deepened.
Several nurses hurried over, their eyes curved into smiles: “Young master, Hua Rui has wet herself…”
Wet herself, wet herself…
Lu Jianshen’s calm and composed heart was completely thrown into chaos. He felt his blood rush to his head and almost threw the little ball in his arms away.
Once the baby Hua Rui was taken away by the nurses, he shouted with a dark expression: “Someone, take me back to the Lu Residence, now!!”
The silver Aston Martin sped down the road, with Lu Jianshen silent inside the car.
Upon returning home, he immediately threw away the custom-made high-end suit tailored specifically for him.
He showered no fewer than three times, making sure there was absolutely no trace of urine smell on him, before finally stepping out of the bathroom.
Facing him was Mrs. Lu, who had returned with him.
“Shen Shen, no need to rush back to America. Tomorrow, we’ll go together to select betrothal gifts. This arranged marriage between you and little Rui’er is officially settled.”
“Mom! My classes…”
“It’s fine. Your father has already called your school principal abroad. They’ll arrange private tutoring for you when you return.”
“Mom, that Hua Rui looks so ugly!” Lu Jianshen said with a look of annoyance.
Mrs. Lu laughed. “Don’t you know what your Aunt Hua looks like? She was chosen as the most photogenic beauty in the international modeling competition back in the day!”
Lu Jianshen muttered, “What if she grew up crooked?”
“What?”
“Fine, go buy the betrothal gifts for her!”
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