Chapter 52 (1/2)

Lu Xuan was barely able to hold his tears as he saw his mother standing right in front of him, alive and well.

Being able to stand before his mother was a scene he was unable to even see in a dream in his past life.

“It’s good that you’re back.” Liu Wanrong said with a beaming smile, “I’ve made your favorite fish balls. Get to sleep once you’re done eating them. Best not stay up late often, or you’d end up bald.”

An intense cough was heard from the other end of the couch when Lu Xuan heard that. A bespectacled, unassuming middle-aged man was coughing hard.

“Dad!” Lu Xuan said, and he sounded as if he was sobbing as well. His parents were alive, and he was overjoyed. He had never been so excited and content, even when he became the Celestial Lord in his past life.

I’m absolutely not going to let anything bad happen to both of you in this life! he thought.

Seeing Lu Xuan standing there just looking at him without saying anything, his father—Lu Tianxiang—glared at him and said, “What are you looking at? I’m not bald yet. Don’t listen to your mom here. I’m not bald!”

Lu Tianxiang then touched his head for a bit and grinned. While he still indeed had hair on his head, it was obvious that the amount was no longer what it used to be.

But then again, he was proud nonetheless, as despite being middle-aged, he was far from becoming a bald, fat, good-for-nothing. He deemed that made him better than 90% of men his age out there.

Lu Xuan was unable to contain it and burst out laughing. Lu Xuan looked mostly like his father, yet he had his mother’s eyes, which coincidentally was the best-looking and sharpest part of him.

“Take good care of yourself, Dad. Just look at Mom here. She’s still looking so young that she hardly looks any older than I am. In a few years, if you and Mom go outside, it’ll look like a dad going out with his daughter instead,” Lu Xuan jabbed at his father.

“What did you say, you *sshole!?”

Lu Tianxiang was fuming when he said that.

“My, my, don’t blame my son here. He’s right, you know. Just look at you. You used to have abs, and you now don’t even have the slightest bit of them. Are you really that different from a bald, fat otaku?” Liu Wanrong gave Lu Tianxiang a rather scornful look.

Lu Tianxiang was practically screaming deep down, lamenting how his wife was a demon incarnate and how he lacked the ability of his wife to eat all the time and not get fat.

Lu Tianxiang saw no point in arguing with the mother and son, opting to head elsewhere instead.

Lu Tianxiang mumbled as he took his tablet and headed elsewhere in the house.

“Don’t give a damn about what your dad thinks. He just can’t take the fact that he’s about to turn into a bald, fat otaku.” Liu Wanrong smiled and said.

“Where is Shanshan?” Lu Xuan asked.

He was asking about his younger sister—Lu Shanshan—who was six years younger than he was and still attending high school.

“She’s still at school,” Liu Wanrong answered.

“What about Guoguo then? Is she asleep?” Lu Xuan asked.

Guoguo was his youngest sister, who was only three now.

“You’re right, she is. Our little empress is finally asleep.”

Liu Wanrong was both loving and exasperated when Guoguo was brought up, for the three-year-old child was indeed like the empress of the household.

Lu Xuan walked to the table, seeing a bowl of steaming fish balls waiting for him.

“Alright, tell me the truth. How did you get that three million?” Liu Wanrong sat by her son’s side and asked.

“Don’t lie to me. You know that you’ve never been able to keep me in the dark since you were a kid,” Liu Wanrong pointed at Lu Xuan and said seriously.