The Blessed (Book 1)

151. Invite Chu Ci; Bring Out the Facts and Reasons

Seeing his strange smile, Chu Ci couldn’t help shivering, at the same time, some kind of expectation rose in his heart. He’d like to see how he’d overturn the imperial family. The imperial family had lived a comfortable life for too long. It was time to let them suffer. Maybe, it could also earn him and his Yan’er a different future!

“Daddy!”

No one knew when the reading sound in the backyard had already stopped. With a clear and naïve ‘daddy’, the next second, a little bun already rushed before him, held his waist to act cute. Ling Jingxuan found it funny and held him up, “Let daddy see if my little bun gets a little smarter!”

After over a month’s effort, although the two little buns were still a little far from meat stuffed buns, they were no longer so thin and dark-colored, and so cute now. If they could grow more flesh, of course they were meat stuffed buns!

“Daddy! You bully me again~”

Nose wrinkled, mouth pouted, the little bun ‘protested’. Was he not smart before? But Uncle Chu and brother Yan often praised him for being smart and cute, OK?

Yeah, you are the one I wanna bully! Of course Ling Jingxuan would never say those words before him. Smiling, he looked over at Ling Wen, Tiewa and Chu Yan who were following behind. He signaled Ling Wen and Tiewa to come over with a hand, and then said to Chu Ci while nailing his eyes on Chu Yan, “Your son is cute. That’d be a big trouble for you in the future.”

Only nine years old, he was already one meter and a half, looking handsome and graceful. Heaven knows how many girls’ hearts he’d hurt!

“I’d rather him bother me. I’m just wondering if I have that opportunity…”

In the end, Chu Ci’s words were basically with his mouth, and his cool eyes flashed some undisguised pain. If everything couldn’t be changed, he and his family could never have a chance to see him grow up.

“Dad…”

Keenly aware of his father’s depression, Chu Yan sensibly went over, but, after all, it was only a nine-year-old child, and it seemed he was not a talkative person. Except looking at him worriedly, he didn’t know how to comfort him. Ling Jingxuan who was seemingly teasing the kids quietly took everything under his eyes. Pretending he didn’t see anything, he touched each kid and then said, “Oh right, I’m gonna invite some friends and those workers for dinner in a few days. If you don’t mind, I hope you can come.”

According to the customs in countryside, after building the roof, one should invite his relatives and friends over to have a meal to share their joys. But at the time he had been busy making jam, so, he invited people only after hanging the plaque for the house. But before that, they needed to come up with a nice name first.

“Lots of people will be there?”

Quickly hiding the pains in the eyes, Chu Ci raised his head to throw his son a comforting look, then turned to Ling Jingxuan, frowning. If possible, he’d rather his son could contact more with Yan Shengrui. But he himself didn’t like a place with too many people.

“Hehe…I guess. There are dozens of workers. And the rest are those relatives from my mother’s family, and brother Zhao, Shopkeeper Zhang, Laowang and others. But don’t worry. No one knows you.”

As for the old Ling family, nah!

“OK. As for the specific time, you can ask Xiaowen or Xiaowu to tell me.”

If so, he’d just go, also, he could take his sons to have some fun. Since he had transmigrated here, they had never gone out for fun.

“No problem. Then I’ll ask someone to pick you up. All right, later, Shopkeeper Zhang will come to my place to fetch the wine. If there’s nothing else, I gotta go.”