Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Translator: 549690339

Lu Yang:

When will they finally reconcile?

On the other side.

Lu Cong was initially high spirited and about to win over his future little brother-in-law, but just the effort of one dinner has worn him out.

Barely managing to get through dinner with the three-year-old kid, the kid then started clamoring that he wanted grapes.

Lu Cong really wanted to shout “No”, but looking at his face that’s uncannily similar to Murong Qian’s, his heart softened.

Oh well, which kid is easy to please?

Just think of it as practice on how to become a good father in the future.

Unfortunately, Murong Qian is still on set shooting her film, otherwise, he’d really like to call and whine a bit, and at the same time, give himself some praise.

After washing the grapes, he put them in a bowl, each grape clearly separate, and handed them to the little boy.

The little tyke smiled and held the glass bowl in his arms, saying in a babyish voice, “Thank you, Uncle.”

“You’re welcome, as long as you like it.”

Lu Cong reached out to pat his head; his gaze was tender to extremes.

“Uncle, do you want grapes?”

The little boy ate a few and decided to share with Lu Cong.

Lu Cong was somewhat surprised. He nodded his head, laughing, “Alright.”

“Uncle, eat.”

The little boy hurriedly picked up a grape.

Of course, he specifically picked the sourest one.

Lu Cong had no idea that such a young kid could be so sly and immediately popped it into his mouth.

As a result, it was so sour that his eyes nearly couldn’t open.

“Heh heh, Uncle, are the grapes tasty? Are they really sour, haha?”

The little kid laughed like a little fox.

Even if Lu Cong was a bit slow, he should realize that he’s been pranked. He couldn’t help but reach out to pinch the boy’s face, gritting his teeth, “Kid, this kind of ingratitude won’t do. Uncle has been so good to you, took such good care of you, how can you treat me like this?”

Little tyke blinked his eyes innocently, “Uncle, you’re over 20 years older than me. How can you bully a child? People will laugh at you.”

Lu Cong:”…”

Suddenly, he started to suspect—did Murong Qian sent this child specifically to prank him?

Or perhaps, did Murong Qian ever say bad things about him to this boy?

Otherwise, there’s no way to explain why does this kid bear him so much ill-will.

Right, ill-will.

Lu Cong was sure, he was not misjudging it.

Having this thought, he gave a serious glare at Murong Yun, saying in a slightly stern tone, “Has Murong Qian been mentioning me to you?”

“No.”

Murong Yun pretended not to understand, “Uncle, what’s your relationship with my sister? Why would she mention you to me?”

“Ahem.”

Lu Cong lightly coughed, saying calmly without being breathless or blushing,

“I am your future brother-in-law.”

Murong Yun rolled his eyes in secret, though on the surface, he just laughed lightly, “Uncle, that wish of yours might be hard to realize.”

Lu Cong was choked into silence.

He’s so young, yet why are his words so unpleasant to hear?

The more he thought about it, the more upset he felt. He impulsively snatches the bowl of grapes and started rapidly stuffing his mouth with them.

Little boy:”???” His grapes…

“Sweet!”

Lu Cong couldn’t help but exclaim.

It really was sweet.

So, that little kid deliberately picked out the sourest grape for him, negative review!

Next, Mo Shiting persisted in sending three meals a day to Gu Li.

Of course, he’s so busy that it’s impossible for him to deliver personally. Besides, even if he did, Gu Li wouldn’t open the door for him.

However, a person’s mind will soften when fed by another. Gu Li’s attitude towards him was clearly much better than before and at least she’d start sending text messages to say “thank you” to him.

The two maintained this distant yet close relationship for a week.

Good times didn’t last long. News of Mo Shiting’s divorce finally reached the ears of the Mo family.

So, on Saturday morning, Old Master Mo urgently called Mo Shiting to return to the Mo Mansion through a phone call.

On the way, Li Jinyao, who had heard some rumors, called to express his concern, “This time, your uncles are obviously prepared. You must be careful.” “They won’t succeed.”

Mo Shiting confidently said.

“I heard that the elders have sworn in the ancestral hall that if you divorce, they will immediately revoke your control. Your divorce is pretty much a foregone conclusion. So, what’re your plans?”

Li Jinyao was extremely curious.

Mo Shiting deliberately teased, “You’ll know in due course.”

“Heh.”

Li Jinyao laughed, “Okay then! I wish you good luck.”

“Thank you.”

After hanging up the phone, Mo Shiting’s lips curved into a faint smile, “Lu Yang..”