“Is that it?”

 What did he mean by “is that it?” The scorn in Lu Zhanxiu’s voice annoyed Lu Xingguang, who in turn taunted him, asking, “And what have you done with her?”

 “We’ve slept together.”

 Yan Susu was stunned speechless.

 So was the housekeeper.

 Imagine saying such things to a child…!

 “I have slept with her too!” Lu Xingguang declared; he stuck his chin out in defiance. Continuing with smug satisfaction, he added, “And when I woke up, she was still holding me tight.”

 Yan Susu said nothing.

 Lu Zhanxiu’s lips curled as he gestured to Yan Susu. “Come over here.”

 Yan Susu shook her head. She had a feeling that no good was going to come of this.

 Lu Zhanxiu’s face turned thunderous.

 Wow, he looked scary!

 In an instant, Yan Susu lost her spunk, rose from her chair, and walked over to him.

 Lu Zhanxiu reached out and pulled her into his arms. Looking across the table at his son, he said, “I can hold her in my arms like this!”

 Yan Susu still said nothing. Goodness, was he really competing with a child?

 Puffing his cheeks in defiance, Lu Xingguang rebutted, “When I grow up, I can do that too. And since I’m younger, you will be an old man by then!”

 Yan Susu stifled her surprise.

 “When I am old, she will be just as old.”

 “That will not be a problem. I won’t mind.”

 Lu Zhanxiu expressed disdain at his son’s words, grunting softly. Then, he planted a kiss, light as a feather, on her lips. He scoffed at his son, “I can do this with her.”

 Yan Susu was shocked.

 Did she really have to get entangled in this childish face-off between father and son?

 Red-faced, Lu Xingguang said, “You and your tricks!”

 “Not conceding?”

 “I will not concede!”

 “What’s that got to do with me?”

 Yan Susu had no words.

 The housekeeper couldn’t find anything to say, either.

 Was this the legendary Young Mr. Lu, the epitome of arrogance and aloofness? Why was he behaving so childishly? Even competing with his own son…

 Lu Xingguang was so upset that he burst out crying. “I’m going to call Grandma. You’re a big bully!”

 “Useless little imp! You only know how to cry and complain to Grandma.”

 His cruel sneer had dented Lu Xingguang’s young ego. Wiping away his tears, Lu Xingguang stared defiantly at his old man and said, “Who said I was crying? Who said that I was going to complain? I was just talking about it. Heck, just you watch. I will definitely reclaim Pretty Wife from you!”

 “Mind your words,” said Lu Zhanxiu as he threw the red marriage certificate onto the table. “She is now my wife. If you wish to make her your wife, she needs to be divorced from me first.”

 Yan Susu was speechless.

 The housekeeper was speechless, too.

 Could they please get over themselves now? Young Mr. Lu’s behavior was really very damaging to his image!

 “Isn’t that just a red book? I’ll get Grandma to buy me a stack!”

 “You need to be over eighteen to get one of these, you little brat.”

 When they heard Lu Zhanxiu call his own son a little brat without any hesitation, Yan Susu and the housekeeper gave up, having lost the strength to even attempt to mediate between the two.

 “Ha, I will grow up very soon. When I turn eighteen, I will get a certificate with her. At that time, you can beg all you want, but I will not let you have her!”

 “I will be waiting.”

 “Honey, take me to school, please.” Obviously, Lu Xingguang understood very well the need for speed when it came to stealing someone else’s woman. Although it would be twelve years before he turned eighteen and could qualify for a marriage certificate, he planned to stake his claim on Yan Susu right now and gradually make her his over time.

 Honey?

 As Lu Xingguang looked pointedly at her with eyes that radiated brilliance, Yan Susu pointed uncertainly to the tip of her nose and asked, “Did you mean me?”

 “Of course I meant you. Honey, hurry up and take me to school. My teacher says that we need to study hard and learn lots before we can grow into adults and find ourselves brides. I must not delay going to school so that I can become an adult as fast as possible and make you my wife.”

Yan Susu struggled to respond.

 What…did that amount to lying to a child?

 “She is my wife now, so why should she have to take you to school?” Lu Zhanxiu asked distractedly as he played with Yan Susu’s long, flowing hair. He did not seem to care that the kid standing in front of him was his son, or that he was just a six-year-old child.