Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 131 - : Bringing a Man to Stay at the Lu Family

Chapter 131 -131: Bringing a Man to Stay at the Lu Family

C Country, ZN Laboratory.

Lu Xining asked her female assistant, “How long has he been like this?”

“Ever since he came back from Port City.”

The female assistant said helplessly: “He doesn’t eat or drink, doesn’t open the curtains during the day, and doesn’t turn on the lights at night. He just stays in the room by himself.”

Everyone else had come to check on him, but he just wouldn’t open the door. With no other choice, the female assistant had to call Lu Xining.

Now the two of them had arrived outside his room.

At the door, the dishes brought over in the morning remained untouched on the small cabinet.

Lu Xining knocked on the door: “Jingzheng, open the door.”

No movement came from inside the room.

If it weren’t for the fact that everyone in the lab wore life-monitoring watches and the backend data showed Jingzheng was still alive,

They would have suspected that he was just withering away alone inside his room.

“Lu Jingzheng! I’m going to count to three. If you don’t open up, you’re not going to be Nuonuo’s uncle anymore.”

“One… Two…”

The door in front of them opened, and both Lu Xining and the female assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

Jingzheng’s face was as pale as paper, his eyes staring at her listlessly. He appeared trapped in pain, struggling desperately yet helplessly as if unable to break free.

The sunlight fell on his facial contours, which already had a somewhat mixed heritage, making his features seem even more profound. Behind him was the pitch-dark room, a whiff of tobacco and alcohol mixing in the air.

Lu Xining looked at the man in front of her, who was like a younger brother, took a deep breath, let it out, and her shoulders sank. She silently sighed in her heart.

She told the female assistant to go back to her other tasks and leave this situation to her.

The female assistant took away the meals that were no longer edible from the door, and advised her, “Sister Ning, don’t get too angry. If beating up Jingzheng would solve it, let’s not waste our words, haha~”

Now that the door was open, Jingzheng turned and went back inside.

Lu Xining followed him in, closed the door, and although the room wasn’t completely pitch black, it was certainly too dim.

She didn’t rush to pull open the curtains to forcefully scatter the gloom; instead, she placed the meal she brought on a nearby dining table and carelessly opened the side-by-side doors of the refrigerator, which was as empty as if it were brand new.

Using the fridge’s cool light, Lu Xining’s gaze fell upon the messy living room and saw Jingzheng, who was sitting on the ground with his knees bent, leaning against the sofa. Around him, empty wine bottles were scattered in abundance.

Jingzheng held a half-drunk bottle of red wine in his hand, and his entire being was enshrouded by an invisible force of sadness.

Lu Xining sent a message to someone, and soon people brought over a lot of red wine.

All were rare collections she had gathered from various places over the past two years.

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She sat down on the sofa and placed all the bottles of red wine on the coffee table before asking him, “You still want a drink?”

“If that’s not enough, I have more here.”

Jingzheng thought she had come to scold him for not taking care of his health, but instead, she asked if he still wanted to drink.

He had managed to hold in his grievances when alone, but now, after Lu Xining’s two questions, the frustrations he had bottled up for several days erupted.

The numbing sensation of alcohol filled his limbs and overwhelmed his sense and calm.

Jingzheng cried out to her, “Sister Ning…”

His thoughts were a complete mess. He wanted to tell Lu Xining about the grievances in his heart, but he didn’t know where to start.

She rubbed his fine, soft hair as if she were petting Little Dumpling’s head, only to get her hand covered in grease.

Lu Xining’s hand stiffened: “Lu Jingzheng, while I’m still holding onto my patience, get yourself to the shower now!”

“Sister Ning, do you dislike me?” Jingzheng felt even more aggrieved.

She kicked him lightly on his slender leg with enough presence but not much force.

“You haven’t gone outside or bathed in days; your hair is greasy enough to squeeze oil from!”

Lu Xining glanced at him, “You tell me, should you be disliked?”

Jingzheng: “…”

In the silent and dark room, all his emotions were thrown into disarray by her words.

No longer able to hold on to his grievances, he ‘rolled’ towards the bathroom, looking back three times with each step. He hesitated repeatedly, wanting to speak, but in the end, he held everything back.

Jing Zheng: “Forget it, forget it. The gentleness of a woman who has become a mother is all reserved for her child.”

Lu Xining went to the restaurant’s washbasin, squeezed some hand soap, and scrubbed vigorously until she had washed off the greasy feeling from her hands.

The apartment where Jing Zheng lived was a high-end building provided for the laboratory staff.

Although it was a one-bedroom apartment with a little over a hundred square meters, it contained all the necessary facilities.

Lu Xining glanced at the bedroom’s direction, heard the sound of water from the bathroom, and then unpacked and arranged the meals she brought on the table.

When Jing Zheng came out, he smelled successive waves of rich, tantalizing food aroma.

The curtains were still not drawn, but the floor lamp in the dining area was turned on, casting warm light all around.

And Lu Xining had already started eating at the dining table.

Jing Zheng touched his nose; the bitter taste of alcohol in his mouth had dissipated after brushing his teeth.

Aside from the faint flush on his face, perhaps only the bottles of liquor strewn across the floor of the living room revealed his drunken stupor over the past few days.

He went to the restaurant to get a clean set of utensils, walked over, and sat down at the dining table.

Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, Lu Xining pulled the dish in front of him to the other side and raised an eyebrow, “Oh, you realize you’re hungry now?”

Even though she had said nothing comforting, the cloud of gloom that had wrapped around Jing Zheng’s heart for so many days was chased away by her action.

He smiled sheepishly, “Sister Ning, I know I was wrong, I won’t do these foolish things again.”

She knew how much Jing Zheng valued Lu Nuonuo.

Starting with her daughter, Lu Xining said, “Lu Nuonuo is just over a year old now, the age when she imitates everything she sees. What if she saw you refusing to eat and started to copy you?”

Thinking about Little Dumpling, who would sweetly call him ‘Uncle’, Jing Zheng felt the weight of setting a good example became even heavier on his shoulders.

Jing Zheng raised three fingers and pledged, “Sister Ning, I promise, there will be no next time!”

Lu Xining saw through his little trick, “Show me the other hand behind your back before you swear.”

His sneaky move discovered, he gave a sheepish laugh, and now he really did feel hungry.

She continued, “Alright, hurry up and eat.”

On the surface, Lu Xining seemed to take Jing Zheng’s situation very casually, but inside, she truly worried that he might spiral down into despair.

The Little Dumpling who could change Jing Zheng unconditionally was at the Lu Family in their home country.

After thinking it over, she decided to give Jing Zheng half a month’s leave to go back with her to their homeland.

Given Jing Zheng’s current state, staying in the lab in Country C was not safe either; if his mind wandered during an experiment, he could lose his life.

That very afternoon, Lu Xining had Jing Zheng pack his bags to go back with her to stay for a few days.

“Sister Ning, I’m really fine.”

“I have things to attend to,” she retorted, “For the next few days, you’ll go back with me to take care of the child. I have an important experiment to start.”

Though the laboratory she set up in Jingzhou couldn’t compare to the one in Country C, they could still carry out some smaller experiments.

By the time Lu Xining and the others landed in their home country, it was almost night.

They had left in a hurry; she had only had the passport delivered, and she had clothes in her apartment in Country C.

Similarly, she returned empty-handed this time.

As he stood in the courtyard of the Lu Family, Jing Zheng still felt a bit dizzy.

Lu Nuonuo, hidden behind the curtains in the living room playing hide and seek with her two uncles, turned her head and saw Jing Zheng holding his suitcase, her eyes blinking rapidly, mouth wide open in surprise.

Little Dumpling didn’t care about the game anymore; she ran to the door in her pink fox slippers, her footsteps sounding ‘pitter-patter’.

Even before she arrived, her voice traveled a long distance.

Lu Nuonuo, with excitement and joy mingling, called out, “Uncle, uncle—”

Jing Zheng squatted down and embraced the Little Dumpling that rushed into his arms, “Did you miss your uncle, Nuonuo?”

Little Dumpling rubbed her face against his neck, “Missed!”

While they indulged in their affectionate reunion, a black classic-style Hongqi car stopped outside the yard, and the window on the passenger side rolled down slowly.

The man nodded to Lu Xining.

Her gaze fell on the closed rear window, puzzled, wondering why this big shot showed up here.