Chapter 147: I Am Definitely Not Relying on My Father!

Bai Lu fled in a panic once again.

She ran away even more flustered than the first time.

She even forgot her coat.

Tang Xing: “?”

Second Master Yin: “What are you up to now?”

Huo Yanfang restrained the smile on the corner of his lips: “Nothing, let’s eat.”

Second Master Yin grew anxious and slapped his chopsticks down: “Eat my foot! You’re still in the mood to eat? The person has run away, why aren’t you hurrying after her?!”

Huo Yanfang smiled faintly: “She can’t run away.”

He said it with absolute certainty.

……

Running all the way back to 886 and closing the door, Bai Lu’s heart was still beating wildly.

Pulling off the tie was one thing, but unbuttoning his shirt with one hand was simply too lethal.

The destructive power was just too immense.

She had zero room to fight back!

This was bad, truly very bad.

If the fairy-like man pulled that a few more times, her little secret (fetish) would become impossible to hide.

“Little Lu is back?” Song Jinse was still holding a spatula. When she walked to the foyer and saw her, she immediately pulled her into her embrace, treating her to the full set of kisses and hugs.

Lu Cheng waited nearby for his turn, almost missing out entirely.

Song Jinse held her, pressing cheeks affectionately with her, before her expression suddenly darkened: “Little Lu, where is your coat? Don’t tell me you refused to wear it again just to look pretty!”

As she spoke, the spatula waved threateningly.

Bai Lu deployed her triple denial: “I didn’t, it wasn’t me, Grandma, don’t talk nonsense!”

“Then where is your coat?”

“I left it downstairs. My suitcase is downstairs too, I was talking to my manager about some things at noon.” To prevent her grandmother from pressing further about the coat, Bai Lu immediately changed the subject, complaining about how pitiful her trip to Seoul had been.

While acting spoiled, she simultaneously treated the long-waiting Lu Cheng to the full set of hugs and kisses.

Song Jinse: “Then don’t go anymore. I’ll have your grandfather invest in a variety show for you.”

Lu Cheng nodded: “Call all those kids from your program along too.”

Song Jinse: “Have your dad go as well. With him there, the show is guaranteed to explode in popularity.”

Lu Cheng: “And that Fourth Master Qin, isn’t he also very famous in the entertainment industry? Make him go and play a supporting role for Little Lu too.”

Besides her dad, they wanted Uncle Qin Yu to play a supporting role for her too?

Did she deserve that?

She didn’t deserve it in the slightest!

Bai Lu was so frightened she could barely stand steady: “Grandpa, Grandma, please calm down. It’s impossible for my dad to go on a variety show. Leaving aside whether any show could afford to hire my dad, if my dad went on a reality show, he’d scare everyone half to death. And Uncle Qin Yu is the same; he and my dad are people who belong in the celestial ranks.”

Song Jinse: “Isn’t that just perfect? It’ll help build momentum for our precious granddaughter.”

Lu Cheng nodded in complete agreement.

Judging by his expression, he genuinely intended to put the plan into action.

Bai·Scalp Tingling·Lu: “Grandpa, Grandma, I don’t want to rely on my dad, I want to rely on myself!”

Song Jinse and Lu Cheng’s expressions wavered.

Bai Lu pressed on: “This is also why I want to hide my relationship with my dad. Grandpa, Grandma, you wouldn’t want people pointing at my nose and saying, ‘Look, that’s Movie Emperor Lu’s daughter, she’s completely useless and only managed to—’”

Lu Cheng slammed the table in anger: “I’d like to see who dares say that!”

“Grandpa, it’s precisely so people won’t say that, that I have to hide my relationship with my dad.” Bai Lu hurriedly patted her grandfather’s chest to soothe him, speaking half in a spoiled manner and half with earnest seriousness: “That’s why I can’t borrow my dad’s fame. Every step I take, I have to rely on myself and walk solidly on my own two feet.”

“Only then will the achievements I gain be truly earned by myself! When the day comes that I am no longer inferior to my dad, I’ll make our relationship public. By then, no matter who it is, no one will be able to say I’m riding on my father’s coattails!”

Song Jinse snatched her back from Lu Cheng’s arms and held her herself: “Our precious granddaughter has backbone, Grandma supports you.”

Lu Cheng: “Grandpa will definitely support you too.”

“Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma—” Bai Lu’s nostrils flared slightly as she looked at Song Jinse, who was holding her. “Grandma, is the food in your pot burning?”

Song Jinse let out a sharp shriek and sprinted toward the kitchen: “My sweet and sour pork ribs!”

Lu Cheng seized the opportunity to thoroughly ruffle her hair.

Holding his precious granddaughter’s arm as she acted spoiled, Lu Cheng’s heart melted completely into chocolate syrup.

His bond with family was thin, and though he had numerous descendants, he had never once experienced the domestic bliss of children lingering around his knees.

He couldn't blame his children for being distant from him; it was entirely his own doing. The sins of his youth were why his children and grandchildren feared him, respected him, and stood in awe of him, yet none dared to get close to him.

Ting’er had loved clinging to him when he was little, but precisely because of that, Ting’er had become a target for everyone, a thorn in the side of the Lu family that they wanted to pluck out, a bone in their throat that they needed to remove to feel secure.

To protect Ting’er, he no longer dared to be close to him. And because of that incident, Ting’er had drifted further and further away from him.

He had thought he would never experience domestic bliss again in this lifetime, but unexpectedly, he met his precious granddaughter Little Lu, who bestowed upon him the happiness of an ordinary old man in his twilight years.

Lu Cheng patted her head and sighed involuntarily: “Little Lu, you are the little blessing bestowed upon Grandpa by the heavens.”

She shook her head and waggled a finger solemnly: “Not the heavens, I’m the little blessing Dad sent to Grandpa!”

That soft, cute, yet deadpan serious little expression melted the chocolate syrup in Lu Cheng’s heart into actual chocolate soup.

Yet his mouth emitted a cold hum of reprimand: “Giving birth to a precious granddaughter like you is the only good thing that scoundrel has ever done in his life!”

Bai Lu played along and acted spoiled, but inwardly she sighed repeatedly.

With her grandfather’s wretched habit of wrapping every compliment in two parts scolding, no wonder he couldn’t enjoy the ordinary grandfatherly joy of descendants surrounding him.

Grandma said Grandpa was already much, much better now. When he was young, Grandpa was truly awe-inspiringly terrifying.

Aside from her dad, no one else in the family was willing to get close to Grandpa anymore.

It wasn't that they didn't want to, but that they didn't dare.

Lu Cheng couldn't help asking her: “Precious granddaughter, why aren’t you afraid of me?”

Because I know that in my past life, you didn't allow Shen Xingluo, the fake granddaughter, to meddle in the Lu family's business not because you looked down on a bastard child from the bottom of your heart, but because you saw through Yu Fuqing’s scumbag nature. You were afraid the fake granddaughter would be completely consumed and discarded by that scoundrel; you kept her away from the Lu family business precisely to protect her.

Beneath your stern and unapproachable exterior beat a heart that considered everything for the children. It’s just that you aren’t good at expressing yourself, doing so much yet never speaking of it.

To the extent that your children and grandchildren all thought you were a rigid, stern, and extremely dogmatic feudal patriarch.

Of course, she couldn't speak the truth. Bai Lu tilted her head and smiled with innocent cuteness: “Because I know Grandpa only looks fierce, but is actually super easy to bully.”

With that, she even reached out and tugged at Lu Cheng’s beard.

This time, Lu Cheng wasn't charmed by her cuteness; his gaze turned somewhat dim as he gently patted her shoulder.

“Grandpa, can I offer you a tiny little suggestion?”

“Speak.”

“Smile more often. You look exceptionally handsome when you smile. Much more handsome than my dad.”

Lu Cheng squeezed out a horrifying smile...

Bai Lu violated her conscience and gave a thumbs-up: “Handsome!”

Lu Cheng: “…………”

Little bastard, only knowing how to make him happy.