MLROCSHR Chapter 87

“It seems nothing can escape your eyes.”

Lian Xun pulled Qi Luzhi to sit on the sofa, then straddled his lap.

“Just now, it was my dad calling me,” Lian Xun said hesitantly, his expression not very happy.

Qi Luzhi quietly looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Three hours ago—

Lian Xun sat on the swing in the yard, looking at the long-unseen number on his phone, his heart stirred.

“Hello, why did Father think of calling me?”

Lian Xun’s tone was cold, but deep down, he still held a glimmer of expectation.

He had been back in the country for so long, and Lian Yishan had never contacted him, but today he suddenly called.

Was it because tomorrow was his birthday?

“Hehe, as expected of my son, I just saw the report, you’re doing well in the country.”

Lian Xun’s eyes darkened.

Sure enough, he knew Lian Yishan’s character all too well, yet he still harbored unrealistic fantasies.

Ha, how ridiculous.

“Son, come back when you’re done playing around. I’m keeping the position of heir to the Lian family for you.”

That condescending tone made Lian Xun extremely disgusted.

“I won’t trouble Father to worry.”

Lian Xun hung up the phone with a snap, the fingertips holding the phone tightly turning slightly white.

Lian Yishan was still as materialistic as ever.

He hadn’t heard from him for months, letting him live or die on his own in the country.

As soon as Xun Qi Technologies made some achievements, he sent a well-informed greeting.

What son? Lian Xun was just the most useful of many money-making tools.

Knowing that fatherly love was nonexistent, Lian Xun still tried again and again to find a trace of it from the few contacts he had.

The ending was undoubtedly disappointment after disappointment.

“Then, are you going back?” Qi Luzhi stared into Lian Xun’s eyes, his gaze intense.

“I don’t plan to go back yet,” Lian Xun said.

“So you plan to go back in the future?” Qi Luzhi suddenly grabbed Lian Xun’s shoulders with both hands, not controlling his strength, and Lian Xun frowned in pain.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Qi Luzhi immediately let go, changing to hugging Lian Xun’s waist, but still holding him tightly in his arms.

“I won’t let you go,” Qi Luzhi said domineeringly, but deep in his eyes was panic, with a hint of pleading.

The last time Lian Xun left the country, they didn’t see each other for seven years. How long would it be this time?

What if, like back then, they parted without a word…

The more Qi Luzhi thought about it, the more afraid he became.

He absolutely couldn’t tolerate the same thing happening again.

He couldn’t bear to lose him again.

Lian Xun stroked Qi Luzhi’s face, smiling to comfort him, “Don’t worry, I’m just going back this time to take care of something, I’ll be back soon.”

Qi Luzhi didn’t seem satisfied with this answer, his eyes filled with grievance and anger, repeating, “I won’t let you go.”

Lian Xun knew the concerns in Qi Luzhi’s heart. He sighed and instead cupped Qi Luzhi’s cheeks with both hands, staring intently into his eyes.

“Look at me, Qi Luzhi. I promise you, I’ll really, really be back soon. I finally got you back, how could I bear to leave you?

I still want to come back here, to this villa, and spend the rest of my life with you, and Wangcai.”

Lian Xun’s tone was firm and serious, Qi Luzhi’s expression softened slightly, and he kissed Lian Xun’s lips, asking him, “Do you still want to avenge your mother?”

Lian Xun lowered his eyes and said nothing, the answer obvious.

Qi Luzhi raised his right hand and caressed the back of Lian Xun’s neck, gently saying, “You can do whatever you want, but don’t do it alone. I can help you, I can go with you.”

Lian Xun shook his head, “You’re so busy, what would you do going with me? Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

“You’re my wife, you’re the most important thing, work can wait,” Qi Luzhi said, kissing Lian Xun again.

Lian Xun’s cheeks flushed, and he turned his head, “Oh, I know, but we’re not even officially together yet. I haven’t decided when to go back, we’ll talk about it then.”

“Okay, you must tell me when you’ve decided, don’t leave on your own.”

Qi Luzhi lifted Lian Xun’s chin, threatening, “If you leave the country without telling me, I will definitely catch you back immediately and never let you leave this villa again.”

“Got it.”

Lian Xun grabbed Qi Luzhi’s hand, moved it up, put it to his lips, and gently kissed his fingers.

Qi Luzhi’s eyes darkened, and he directly put his index finger into Lian Xun’s mouth.

The soft tip of his tongue swept across his fingertip, Qi Luzhi’s heart trembled, and he leaned down to give him a passionate kiss.

As their breaths intertwined, Lian Xun suddenly pushed him away, running upstairs in a hurry, muttering as he ran, “Today is also an important day, I forgot to take pictures.”

Before long, Lian Xun came running down with a Polaroid camera and photo album in his hands, squeezed next to Qi Luzhi, and said excitedly, “Come on, come on, new commemorative photo.”

Qi Luzhi was stunned for two seconds, a helpless smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and he had to temporarily suppress his desire.

Lian Xun took two pictures with the camera, not very satisfied, “It seems like something’s missing?”

His eyes fell on the bouquet of roses in the corner of the sofa, and Lian Xun picked it up, taking another photo with Qi Luzhi.

“That’s right this time, the first birthday I spent with you, you gave me a big bouquet of roses.”

“It’s a pity we didn’t get a picture of the party and the cake.” He was still a little regretful.

Qi Luzhi touched Lian Xun’s head, “It’s okay, we’ll make it up next time.”

“Okay.” Lian Xun carefully put the photos in the photo album, which was already filled with five pages.

Celebrating New Year’s Day together, celebrating the New Year together, adopting Wangcai together, going hiking together…

All precious memories of him and Qi Luzhi.

In the future, there will be many, many more photos, many, many more photo albums.

Lian Xun carefully looked at the photo album that he had seen countless times, unable to put it down.

Qi Luzhi was getting impatient, snatched the photo album, threw it aside, leaned over and trapped Lian Xun between him and the sofa, his voice low and hoarse, “Stop looking at the photo album, look at me!”

Lian Xun took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Qi Luzhi’s neck, smiling charmingly, “Okay, I’ll look at you. But Qi Luzhi, can we go back to the bedroom first? This position is very uncomfortable.”

Qi Luzhi, who was about to kiss him, stopped, suddenly picked Lian Xun up, and strode upstairs.

The next day at the company, the receptionist handed Lian Xun a small, exquisite gift box with a note on it.

[Ah Xun, Happy Birthday!]

It was a birthday gift from Gao Jingqian.

He actually remembered.

Lian Xun sent Gao Jingqian a message to say thank you, casually threw the box into the drawer, and then seriously began to think about going abroad.

Now that Lian Yishan had spoken, his older brother Lian Feng should soon receive the news that he was going back. This trip back to the Lian Family Manor/Estate would probably not be smooth.

He had to go back as soon as possible.

Lian Feng, your good days are coming to an end.

Lian Xun’s eyes were sharp as he wrote a date on a blank piece of paper.