Chapter 651

When Lin Dongfan took his son to the kindergarten gate, he was, as expected, over ten minutes late.

Chu Lingxi, who had been waiting Along time at the kindergarten gate, flew into a rage the moment she saw her son; she grabbed him and slapped his butt twice without hesitation.

"You're rebelling! I've already gotten to school, yet you're still lying on the sofa sleeping!"

Regardless of whose fault it is, beat the son first, then talk.

When it comes to beating the son, Chu Lingxi is no gentle silly sweet; she really puts in the effort. There are no flies at home— that fly swatter is used solely to hit the son.

Don't look at Lin Fuxing being only four years old; he's also a stubborn one, just like his battle-hardened grandfather.

He never cries when beaten.

He strained to break free of Chu Lingxi's grip, legs pumping as he ran toward the campus, shouting while running: 'Dad, you should just get me a new mom—this one is utterly unreliable!'

Hearing that, Lin Dongfan felt just two words—relieved.

Seeing Chu Lingxi roll her eyes at him, Lin Dongfan wisely wiped off his smile: 'Believe me, I really never had that thought, not even in my dreams.'

"Don't move."

Chu Lingxi was like a professional inspector.

She placed her hand on Lin Dongfan's chest to feel his heartbeat; finding the sensation unsatisfactory, she then pressed her ear to his chest and listened quietly.

After listening for a few seconds.

Instantly she blossomed like a radiant flower, revealing two charming dimples as she smiled.

She affectionately linked her arm with Lin Dongfan's: 'Husband, let's go; I'll accompany you to see grandfather. Grandfather dotes on me most—I'll serve as your shield later.'

"Hmm."

Just now, Lin Dongfan held his breath the whole time.

Only at the moment Chu Lingxi linked her arm did he dare to exhale; instantly, his suppressed heart unleashed its energy, thumping so hard it almost leapt out of his chest.

He truly felt like a survivor after a calamity.

Recalling his philandering days outside, Lin Dongfan couldn't help feeling ashamed; changing wives was definitely out of the question.

Had it not been for the Chu family setting aside their pedigree prejudices and marrying their daughter to him,

Lin Dongfan would never have entered Liang Jingzhong's field of vision.

Not entering Liang Jingzhong's sight meant he wouldn't be recognized as an old acquaintance; not being recognized as an old acquaintance meant he couldn't return to his ancestral roots.

In short, it was the Chu family that changed Lin Dongfan's destiny.

Lin Dongfan gently put his arm around Chu Lingxi's shoulders and expressed his love from the depths of his heart: 'Wife, being able to marry you in this lifetime is the blessing I cultivated over three lives and three worlds; how could I bear to let you go?'

"Then hold me tighter."

Chu Lingxi giggled, just as she did when they were newly in love, and reached out to wrap her arms around Lin Dongfan's waist.

The more she did this,

the more guilty Lin Dongfan felt.

He couldn't help thinking: although she actually knows all about his philandering exploits outside, she pretends to know nothing.

She can't focus on two things at once; in doing things she often neglects one for the other.

But this does not mean she is truly stupid.

Thinking of this, Lin Dongfan couldn't resist probing: 'Lately, have you still been in touch with Su Yuhong?'

"Yes, we even had a video call yesterday."

Chu Lingxi's mood seemed quite good.

She beamed the whole time: 'She bought Zhao Xia a pair of pure-gold peace bracelets. I told her not to waste money, but she insisted on giving them. I couldn't dissuade her, so let her send them—having more people dote on the child is also nice.'

"She's also quite willing to spend money."

Seeing Chu Lingxi genuinely happy, Lin Dongfan also smiled with relief. As long as she's happy, he couldn't be bothered to guess whether she knows about the romantic debts he's incurred outside.

Lin Dongfan, with his arm around Chu Lingxi, walked toward his car: 'Going to see grandfather, one car is enough. Leave your car here for now; I'll call a driver to take it back later.'

"Sure, I'll follow your lead."

Chu Lingxi is utterly compliant toward Lin Dongfan.

When Lin Dongfan drove his own car into the military compound, the sentry on duty at the gate glanced at the license plate, saluted, and let them through.

Inside the compound.

The ninety-six-year-old grandfather—Lin Muyuan—still maintains his daily tai chi practice; his physique is far from ordinary frailty, and he could beat someone with just a lift of his cane.

"Grandfather, we're back."

Chu Lingxi came running up, holding in her hand the tea leaves grandfather loves to drink.

The grandfather immediately lowered his tai chi stance, pushed his right elbow forward, and smiled warmly: 'My dear granddaughter-in-law, come, give me a hand.'

"Here I am."

Lin Dongfan immediately went to meet him.

Unexpectedly, the grandfather's elbow twitched, his smile vanishing instantly: 'What business is this of yours? Do you even have the right? Get out of the way.'

"What, did you eat a bomb first thing this morning?"

Lin Dongfan was shaken into a dazed stupor, momentarily unable to figure out which step he had violated.

The grandfather also couldn't be bothered with him, again raising his right elbow toward Chu Lingxi and chatting and laughing: 'Lingxi, how are Fuxing's studies going?'

"Doing great—he inherited your revolutionary spirit and scored a hundred in every subject.' When Chu Lingxi spoke of the child's grades, she also wore a proud expression.

The grandfather beamed with joy: 'As I said, our Lin Family could never produce a poor student. Back in the day, I too was a dragon among men—capable of wielding a pen to pacify the world and of mounting a horse to settle the realm.'

Hearing that, Lin Dongfan was momentarily speechless.

At that moment he really wanted to retort: 'Just keep blowing your own trumpet—you can fight, you can wield brush and ink, yet at your age you still love to show off!'

But the words rose to his lips only to be swallowed back down.

Right now being ignored by the grandfather as if he were air isn't so bad; if he talked back he might get whacked with the cane—why invite trouble for nothing?

Lin Dongfan entered the house and went straight to his aunt Lin Yuzhi's bedroom.

This old maid took early retirement this March and stays at home every day looking after the child. Yin Qiurong's son Yin Weishang, a few months younger than Lin Fuxing, was born in winter 2010. At the start of this year, Lin Dongfan, following the wishes of his younger uncle Lin Zhenhua, had people bring Yin Weishang back to the country by force and renamed him Lin Weishang.

Externally they claimed he was an adopted child, raised by the childless Lin Yuzhi.

He is not called Lin Yuzhi's mother; he calls her grandaunt. Because of the form of address, Lin Dongfan also doesn't know whether Chu Lingxi has thought of anything, and he has never dared to ask further.

At this time, Lin Weishang also goes to kindergarten and is not at home.

Upon entering the door, he saw Lin Yuzhi folding clothes in the room.

They are all children's clothes.

Lin Dongfan politely knocked twice on the door: "Aunt, are you busy?"

Lin Yuzhi glanced back, then continued folding clothes, complaining like a resentful woman: "Heaven is really blind; why should I have to bear the consequences of your deeds..."

Before she could finish, Lin Dongfan lunged forward and covered her mouth.

Afterwards he glanced back at the doorway, lowered his voice, and said: "Lingxi is outside, are you trying to get me killed? Don't talk nonsense..."

"You didn't wash your hands, what's that smell?"

Lin Yuzhi pried open Lin Dongfan's hand, her face showing clear disgust.

Lin Dongfan hastily turned and shut the door, confirmed the soundproofing was good, couldn't hear outside noises, then breathed a sigh of relief, turned and said to Lin Yuzhi: "Is being a grandaunt really that easy? It's ridiculous."

"You can't keep a secret forever; Lingxi will find out sooner or later." Lin Yuzhi advised: "Better a short pain than Along one; you might as well tell her now. She is kind-hearted; she might accept this child."

"Should kindness be bullied by you?" Lin Dongfan scoffed.

Lin Yuzhi laughed angrily: "This is your misdeed; the one who owes her an apology is you, not me. You heartless scoundrel, actually trying to push the blame onto me. Who am I to you? I'm your aunt!"

"Exactly, you're my aunt; my pot isn't yours?" Lin Dongfan emphasized righteously: "One family doesn't speak two languages; we must stay united."