I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Song Qingwan's temper has always been hot, but her voice is cold and strong: "Why did it take so long to answer the phone?"

Lu Junhan said lightly, "I was busy just now."

Song Qingwan sneered: "Busy? I think you just don't want to answer my call, are you afraid I will urge you to get married again?"

Lu Junhan was silent.

Seeing him like this again, Song Qingwan was about to be mad at him.

How could she not know the indifference of her nephew's sinister and vengeful nature.

When both his parents died, the old man had so many children that he didn't care whether he or Lu Anran lived or died, so she could only bring him up herself.

If it wasn't for her nurturing grace for him now, he would have hung up the phone impatiently.

As much as Lu Junhan hates children and women, Song Qingwan likes it. Over the years, she has regarded him and Lu Anran as her own children.

Elderly people have this common problem, eager to hold grandchildren.

She is getting old, other families have grandchildren, and her own family has no biological one. Lu Junhan hates children and does not contact women. Lu Anran is a sick child who cannot survive. She is anxious. .

"I don't care, if you don't let me carry my grandson next year, I will never stop with you! The neighbor Lao Wang's dog has given birth to a litter of cubs, and you don't even have a fart! Look at people, and then Look at you, you are useless, let me tell you what is good for you?"

Lu Junhan rubbed his forehead with his fingers, and his tone was rather helpless: "Have you ever seen anyone compare people to dogs?"

"You're useless yourself, not even a dog, so you're not allowed to tell anyone?"

Song Qingwan was not polite about this. This was the fourth year that she wanted to marry her grandson. If she was more polite, let alone her grandson, it would be good to see Lu Junhan get married in her lifetime.

"Anyway, I'll leave it to you, I don't care who you fancy or want to marry, as long as you can give me a fat grandson next year, let alone a dog, even if his mother is a pig , our Lu family can also carry a large sedan chair to marry and enter the door!"

"..."

Is this old woman crazy about her grandson?

Song Qingwan really thought she was crazy about her grandson. Don't ask, just because the family has the throne to inherit, but she dismissed her granddaughter.

Take Lu Junhan's younger sister, Lu Anran, for her weak and incompetent temperament, she could not wait to slap her to death, causing her to dislike all the little girls.

Over the years, she has been looking for a recipe for giving birth to a boy, and the recipe is found, but Lu Junhan doesn't marry a wife, so she is worried.

Lu Jun said coldly: "Let's talk about it, I still have something to do. I'm hanging up."

Seeing that he was perfunctory again, Song Qingwan felt a burst of powerlessness in her heart, resisting the urge to curse, and softened her tone:

"Stinky boy, it's not that my aunt wants to force you, I'm doing it for your own good too."

"You also know about your parents' car accident."

"If they hadn't had a son like you at that time, your father's efforts and Lu's would have been taken away by your uncles."

"If you accidentally die in the future and have a grandson, you can let him inherit your position!"

Being cursed to death by her, Lu Junhan didn't show any anger at all, as if he had long been used to his aunt's fiery temper when he spoke directly, and said lightly, "I'm not interested. If I want to give birth to you, I don't mind multiple uncles."

Song Qingwan was speechless: "If I could give birth, would I need to wait for this useless person like you?"

Over the years, Song Qingwan has been both a father and a mother, and she has completely raised Lu Junhan and his sister Lu Anran as her own, and put all her energy into them.

When both of them are adults and have the ability to be independent, she is already old and has missed the best time for love and marriage.