CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54: SHE WAS LEFT OUTSIDE THE DOOR

This man is unbelievable, how dare he doubt that she doesn’t love her own son? Who exactly has been raising the son for the past six years?!

"What do you know?! I love my son, he’s my life!" Song Yinyin retorted angrily.

"If you truly love your son, you shouldn’t insist on waking him up so late at night and taking him away by force."

Narrowing his sharp eyes, he struck directly, "On your way to the Lu Family Mansion, you must have noticed that only the Lu Family’s private cars come and go on this road. How do you plan to leave alone with your son at such a late hour, on foot?"

"..." Song Yinyin was speechless.

He was right to remind her, the Lu Family Mansion, from the large metal gate at the foot of the mountain to halfway up Nanshan, belonged to his properties.

To leave the Lu Family Mansion, apart from riding his private car, there wouldn’t be any taxis going in or out.

Song Yinyin regretted once again, realizing that bringing her son to Lu Jihan’s villa was a mistake.

Seeing her unable to argue, Lu Jihan crossed his arms leisurely, raising his eyebrows and suggesting, "I advise you to bear with it for now, and wait until tomorrow."

Then he picked up the phone and dialed a string of numbers, "Uncle Rong, prepare a guest room for Miss Song in the other building."

"I don’t want to stay at your house!" Song Yinyin glared in anger.

He raised his eyebrows, "Well then, you can leave the Lu Family Mansion on your own, I won’t see you off."

Saying this, he hung up the phone, turned back inside, and closed the door.

Song Yinyin was left standing outside the door.

"Lu Jihan, you bastard! Open the door, give me back my son! Dabai, Dabai? Can you hear Mommy’s voice? Answer Mommy, son!"

The Lu Family Mansion is not like ordinary homes; the interior is not only luxuriously decorated, but even the soundproofing is made of the best materials.

Song Yinyin’s voice, though passing through the door, was minimized to almost nothing. And with another door in between, the sleeping Song Dabai couldn’t hear her at all.

"Dabai... Dabai, please answer Mommy..." Song Yinyin’s voice turned hoarse from shouting, yet she couldn’t wake her son.

She felt a bit desperate, tears poured down her face.

What if her son wakes up in the middle of the night, and doesn’t see her around, would he be scared, would he cry?

The butler, Uncle Rong, couldn’t bear to see her in such a state, approached her and advised, "Miss Song, you should come with me to rest in the other building. My young master wouldn’t harm young master Dabai, please don’t worry."

Not worry? Leaving her son with that beast of a man, how could she not worry?!

Uncle Rong continued to console her, "Miss Song, my young master is not a bad person, just has a bad temper. If you spend more time with him, you’ll find that he’s actually a very good person. And young master Dabai is his biological son, he will definitely like him very much..."

But no matter how much the butler tried to comfort her, Song Yinyin wouldn’t listen.

She refused to leave, and Uncle Rong was at a loss, so he just had the maids bring a blanket, fearing she might catch a cold.

Song Yinyin refused to accept anything, stubbornly staying at Lu Jihan’s bedroom door, unwilling to leave.

Time passed by the minute and second, and before she knew it, it was late at night.

Song Yinyin eventually couldn’t resist the drowsiness, leaning against the door, she unknowingly fell into a deep sleep.

.........

The following day, early morning.

When Lu Jihan woke up, the first thing he saw was the little guy sleeping in the crook of his arm, his small face flushed and tender, looking very much like a soft white steamed bun.