CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 56: UNCLE RONG’S AWFUL IDEA

Lu Jihan noticed that Uncle Rong had something to say and couldn’t help but frown, "Uncle Rong, speak your mind."

After a moment of contemplation, Uncle Rong said, "The full moon night is coming soon. Now that we’ve finally confirmed Miss Song is the one who can break the curse, you are just letting her leave. How will you break the curse? Isn’t it said that without the antidote, you won’t live past thirty? Miss Song is the antidote sent to you by heaven."

This was also something that troubled Lu Jihan.

He rubbed his temples and said, "Uncle Rong, you saw what happened yesterday. She just wants to take Dabai away and is by no means agreeing to break the curse for me."

Uncle Rong sighed, "Forgive me for being blunt, but who’s to blame for being too harsh on Miss Song? After all, Miss Song is a woman, and women need to be coaxed. Furthermore, when you see Miss Song, you look like you want to take away her son, whom she treasures like her life, and even insult her, saying that she can stay but only as Dabai’s nanny..."

Pausing slightly, Uncle Rong shook his head, "Ask yourself, what mother would accept such a thing? So, it’s understandable that Miss Song resists you. If it were another girl, she might have also been scared away by you."

Uncle Rong used emotion and reason, speaking earnestly about the pros and cons:

"Young Master, think of another way to keep Miss Song. You know, this Blood Curse Poison can be undone by only one person. Miss Song... is your only antidote."

Lu Jihan’s sharp eyes suddenly narrowed tightly.

After searching for six whole years, just waiting for her to appear, letting her go now would be a fatal mistake for him.

But...

Would that woman agree to stay and break the curse for him?

Lu Jihan couldn’t help but furrow his brows, feeling for the first time a lack of confidence in doing something.

After a few seconds, he lifted his lashes to look at Uncle Rong, "Uncle Rong, what do you think I should do?"

Seeing his softened attitude, Uncle Rong smiled warmly and said, "Actually, this matter is not that difficult but not easy either. You just have to lower your stance, coax Miss Song a little more, show your sincerity, and change her perspective of you."

"I’m not sincere enough?" Lu Jihan snorted coldly, "I’ve already compromised enough."

"My young master, is that compromise? That’s called a threat." Uncle Rong pointed out sharply.

Lu Jihan squinted his keen eyes, "Then what would count as sincerity?"

Uncle Rong, with a kind and benevolent look, his slightly chubby face smiling like Maitreya Buddha, said, "In my opinion, the best solution is—you marry Miss Song."

Thinking of Song Yinyin facing him, like a little wild cat baring its claws, constantly arguing and yelling...

Lu Jihan’s brows furrowed tightly.

"Impossible!" he blurted out.

Uncle Rong was really being absurd, suggesting he marries Song Yinyin? What an international joke!

What kind of lousy advice is that!

Uncle Rong still smiled full-faced, "Young Master, if you marry Miss Song, you won’t have to worry about the curse acting up again. Moreover, young master Dabai will have both a daddy and a mommy, and two closest people to take care of him. He wouldn’t be unhappy. If you win the young master over, wouldn’t you be able to keep Miss Song?"

"But..."

Lu Jihan wanted to say something, but then he heard Uncle Rong say, "Young Master, since you were five years old, I have been taking care of you, and now it’s been nearly 23 years. I consider myself to be the person who knows you best. So, I can tell, in fact—"

Pausing slightly, Uncle Rong squinted his eyes filled with a smile but extremely shrewd, and said, "You don’t really dislike Miss Song, do you?"