“Ah Shen, why is your lip so red?” The old lady didn’t even consider the possibility that he had kissed Ye Xixi.
Curiously, she reached out to wipe the red off his lip.
Lu Peishen looked up at the old lady, paused for a moment, then reacted and said, “It’s nothing.”
“No need to wipe it.”
“What did you eat tonight?” The old lady was still curious.
She asked in a daze.
Beside them, Ye Xixi saw Lu Peishen’s lips and widened her eyes in surprise. Oh no, there really was red on his lips. Without even asking, she knew it was from her lipstick.
She had recently bought some lipstick that was safe for pregnant women to use on her lips.
Just to brighten her complexion.
But now Uncle Lu had ended up with it on his lips.
“Madam.” Sister Chen reacted faster than the old lady and quickly bent down with a smile, whispering into the old lady’s ear, “The young master has lipstick on his lips—it must be the young madam’s.”
After hearing this, the old lady instantly understood and laughed awkwardly, “Oh my, I… I’m getting senile.”
“Well, Ah Shen, I’m not in much pain anymore. You two should head back early.”
“I won’t disturb you.” After a pause, the old lady thought of something else and quickly leaned closer to Lu Peishen, earnestly advising him, “Ah Shen, Xixi is pregnant now. Don’t do anything reckless.”
“The baby in her belly is precious, understand?”
“No matter how much you might need it, you’ll have to hold back.”
Lu Peishen: …
Was he really that much of a beast?
Would he actually make a move on his pregnant wife?
“Grandma, that’s enough,” Lu Peishen coughed twice.
The old lady smiled cheerfully, “As long as you understand.”
Lu Peishen stood up and handed the ice pack to Sister Chen, “If anything else happens, remember to call us.”
“I’m taking Xixi home now.”
The old lady didn’t try to keep them, since her leg wasn’t hurting anymore, “Be careful on the road.”
“Take good care of my precious granddaughter-in-law and my golden grandson.”
The old lady said this quite loudly, and Ye Xixi’s ears tingled with embarrassment.
She felt very self-conscious.
Quickly taking a deep breath, she followed Lu Peishen out.
As they stepped out of the main hall of the old residence, the night outside had grown deep and dark.
But strangely, when they had arrived earlier, the night sky was filled with stars, yet now there wasn’t a single one in sight.
It seemed the wind had picked up during the night, blowing in dark clouds.
Lu Peishen walked slowly down the steps with Ye Xixi.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the girl obediently following beside him.
After a moment of silence, he decided he didn’t want to hold back any longer.
After all, they were already married, and she was his wife now.
There was no need for him to restrain himself too much.
So, he reached out and gently took the soft hand of the girl beside him, enveloping it warmly in his palm. “Xixi, were you asking me about Miss Liu earlier?”
Finally… finally… was he going to bring up his white moonlight???
Ye Xixi’s heart skipped a beat, and she instantly grew extremely nervous.
“I… I…”
“Shall I explain?” Lu Peishen held her hand firmly, leading her slowly along the garden path of the old residence toward the car ahead. “Liu Congwen is a good friend of mine. She has a lover.”
“But it’s not me.”
The remnants of alcohol in his system had completely worn off by now. At this moment, he was perfectly clear-headed.
So, he decided to take advantage of tonight to make everything clear to her.
Ye Xixi was stunned, her mind momentarily tangled as she halted in her tracks. She stared in astonishment at the tall, handsome man beside her, her small mouth agape. “Huh? Uncle Lu, isn’t she your lover?”
Lu Peishen’s lips twitched. Just as he had guessed—Ye Xixi had seen last year’s gossip.
Fortunately, it was something he could explain clearly.
“No, she and I are just good friends. Her boyfriend is the renowned pianist Royce.” As he spoke, Lu Peishen pulled out his phone, which contained a photo of the three of them from last year. He found the picture and handed it to Ye Xixi. “Last August, they were going through a breakup. Liu Congwen called me in tears on the street, asking me to pick her up because she wanted to go abroad.”
“It was then, when I went to get her, that paparazzi took our photo and spread rumors online.”
He was the type who couldn’t be bothered to refute baseless gossip, deeming it unimportant. So when the scandal broke last year, he didn’t publicly clarify. Instead, he had someone remove all the trending searches and news photos from that day.
Ye Xixi lowered her head to examine the photo on Lu Peishen’s phone. It was a group picture of three. In the image, a shy Liu Congwen was beaming, her arms wrapped around the young man beside her. The happiness in her eyes was palpable even through the photo. The young man she was holding had his arm around her waist as well—the two looked as inseparable as conjoined twins.
And Uncle Lu? He stood beside them like a glaring third wheel, stern-faced as he faced the camera. It looked rather comical.
Ahem… So… had she really misunderstood him???
He didn’t have a white moonlight?
And the online rumors were false too?
“Uncle Lu, you really don’t have a white moonlight?” Ye Xixi asked after returning the phone to him.
Lu Peishen took the phone back, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What do you think?”
“No?” Ye Xixi pressed her lips together, her heart pounding as she cautiously ventured the question.
Lu Peishen chuckled warmly, his voice magnetic. “Yes, I do.”
Huh? He did???
So it wasn’t Liu Congwen? Was it some other girl then?
Ye Xixi’s porcelain-like face froze instantly. Her long, thick lashes fluttered slightly, and the disappointment and hurt in her eyes were nearly impossible to conceal.
As expected, she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up.
How could Uncle Lu possibly like her???
What was she even fantasizing about?
Biting her lip, Ye Xixi murmured, “Uncle Lu, then… I congratulate you.”
“Are you jealous?” Lu Peishen laughed, the fondness in his eyes deepening under the glow of the streetlights, intense and profound—like a deep pool threatening to swallow one’s soul.
“I… I’m not!” Ye Xixi wouldn’t admit it.
Admitting it would be too embarrassing.
Uncle Lu would probably laugh at her.
“Uncle Lu, let’s go home,” Ye Xixi said, not wanting to ask any more questions.
She was afraid that knowing too much would only make her feel worse.
She turned to leave, but Lu Peishen reached out and gently caught her slender wrist, pulling her back. His voice was soft and tender. “I wanted to say… my white moonlight is you.”
“Xixi, what about you?”
“Do you like me?”
This sudden confession made Ye Xixi’s mind explode like popcorn, scattering in all directions. She had already decided not to ask further, but now…
She instantly turned to face the handsome man standing under the streetlamp’s glow. Her heart began to beat wildly, silently racing out of control.
“Do you like me? Or is there someone else you like?” Lu Peishen asked, his gaze fixed intently on her.
Ye Xixi stood there dazed, as if struck dumb. Her mind couldn’t keep up with Lu Peishen’s train of thought at all.
Until the night breeze blew.
It brushed against her face, cool and crisp.
Only then did she snap back to reality, quickly shaking her head. “No, I don’t like anyone else.”
“Then… do you like me?” Lu Peishen took a step closer, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Tell me?”
“I want to know.” Lu Peishen stood before her, looking down from his height, his fingers gently tracing the scar on her face.
He didn’t show the slightest hint of disdain.
Instead, with deep affection and tenderness, he caressed it as if stroking something he cherished, rubbing it back and forth.
“I… I…” Ye Xixi was truly bewildered; this sudden turn of events was too much for her to process.
It wasn’t until her small mouth opened and closed countless times that she finally managed to squeeze out the words: “I like you.”
“Uncle Lu, I like you.”
Hearing this, Lu Peishen lowered his head and gently kissed the girl’s soft lips. “So, it turns out we like each other.”
Ye Xixi’s ears tingled from his kiss, her mind buzzing chaotically.
When Lu Peishen moved his lips away, Ye Xixi blinked her big eyes.
This time, she wanted to take the initiative.
Rising on her tiptoes, she reached out and embraced the man she had longed to hold for so long. Tilting her flushed, shy face upward, she kissed his thin lips. “Uncle Lu, I really like you.”
“I’ve liked you since middle school.”