Chapter 879 - Who is Younger? (2/2)

“Xiaohua.” Jian Qingying walked over and squatted down. She then took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Xia Ruoxin’s forehead. “Are you tired? Do you want to eat something?”

“Mom, I’m fine. He follows me around. If we don’t clean him, I might smell like him.” Xia Ruoxin smiled, her hands all wet. She did not really have a way of wiping her sweat. However, Jian Qingying did feel like a mother to her.

That motherly love could be seen from the warmth in her eyes.

“Let’s go, eat with Mommy.” Jian Qingying patted Xia Ruoxin’s head, but she felt a little upset when she felt her daughter’s hair. “You’re so big now, and Mommy’s old.”

“Me growing is normal; look at how old Brother is already.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Now that she had found her daughter, she had forgotten her son.

“Your brother’s face is aging faster than your dad. Your dad and I are worried that he’s going to be single and childless at the rate he’s going.”

Xia Ruoxin smiled but did not say anything. Lu Jinrong’s agedness came not from his face but his mindset and spirit.

He probably did not look for another person because of the one that he could not get over.

She turned and looked at the lethargic dog. She could not do anything about the dog’s laziness. Jian Qingying was scared that her daughter would be hungry and insisted on bringing her to lunch because she herself was hungry, too.

After they left, Lu Jinrong walked out from behind a tree and touched his face. Was he old?

However, there was only the father and son left at lunchtime. The mother and daughter had made their own food. Jian Qingying had brewed soup for her daughter.

“What are you looking at me for?”

Lu Ke’en rolled his eyes at his son. “What’s wrong with my face?”

“Nothing.” Lu Jinrong finally retracted his gaze. “My mom said that you look younger than me, and I just wanted to verify that.”

Lu Ke’en felt comfortable when he heard that. What could make him prouder than knowing that he looked young? He did age slower because he took care of himself.

Of course, despite his smugness, his facial expression remained even.

“So, what’s your conclusion?” He pretended to ask unconcernedly.

“En, conclusion?” Lu Jinrong held his chopsticks and ate his food elegantly.

He then took a napkin and slowly wiped his mouth.