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Jiang Linwan didn't expect the boy to wake up so quickly. She was caught red-handed, so she said with a stern face, "Don't move around. Let me clean your wound."

Really? Isn't his wound on his head? Does he need to take off his clothes?

But seeing Jiang Linwan's stern face, Song Zixuan shrank back and didn't dare to speak.

He let Jiang Linwan clean his wound and apply medicine again.

"Lie still in the room and don't move around. I'm going to cook." Jiang Linwan said and went to the kitchen.

She had just finished preparing lunch when Lu Qiyue returned. He smiled broadly as he smelled the delicious aroma in the air.

He used to scoff at his brothers' talk of a wife, kids, and a warm bed, but now he finds it quite appealing.

"Wife, I'm home." Lu Qiyue washed his hands and went to the dining table. Standing behind Jiang Linwan, he was about to reach out and put his arm around her waist.

Jiang Linwan turned around and looked at him seriously: "Brother Qiyue, do you want to have a child?"

Lu Qiyue was taken aback for a moment, then a single sentence ignited the desire in his eyes: "Now?"

"Yes." Jiang Linwan nodded seriously. Lu Qiyue leaned down and embraced her, his warm breath washing over her.

He lifted Jiang Linwan with both hands and carried her directly to the edge of the table.

A blush crept onto Jiang Linwan's fair face as she instantly realized he had misunderstood her meaning. She reached out and pushed Lu Qiyue away, saying, "I meant to adopt one."

Lu Qiyue paused slightly as he moved closer to Jiang Linwan's lips, stopping his movements.

Jiang Linwan quickly jumped off the table, squeezed through his arm, and ran towards the house.

Not long after, she led Song Zixuan out and looked at Lu Qiyue: "Don't you like Song Zixuan?"

Let's adopt him!

Lu Qiyue frowned. Back then, when Jiang Xun's parents wanted to raise Song Zixuan, Song Manru refused no matter what, saying that no one could take the child away.

"You want to raise him?" Lu Qiyue asked with a resentful expression. Didn't she want to have a child with him?

"Song Manru is planning to find an adoptive parent for Zixuan. I thought you like him, and it just so happens that we don't have any children," Jiang Linwan explained.

Just moments ago, Lu Qiyue's brows were furrowed with a deep-seated hostility, but now it vanished instantly: "Then let's hand him over to his grandparents."

"Song Zixuan still has grandparents?" Jiang Linwan was a little surprised. She had always thought that Song Zixuan took Song Manru's surname because his father had no one else.

"Yes, but they don't get along very well with Song Manru. But if we give Zixuan to them, they'll be responsible grandparents." Lu Qiyue said, looking at Jiang Linwan, "Let's eat first!"

If Song Manru really doesn't plan to support him anymore, I'll call Jiang Xun's parents this afternoon.

Lu Qiyue noticed Jiang Linwan's absent-minded look and asked with some doubt, "You want to take care of him?"

"Let's talk after we finish eating." Jiang Linwan looked at Song Zixuan, who was sitting awkwardly at the table, and put a chicken leg into his bowl. "Help yourself to eat whatever you want. You're so thin, you need to eat more."

Song Zixuan glanced at Jiang Linwan, and seeing the gentle smile on her face, he dared to pick up the chicken leg from his bowl and eat it in big bites.

They were wolfing down their food, as if they hadn't eaten for days.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Jiang Linwan looked at him with concern, worried that he might choke.

After lunch, she pulled Lu Qiyue back into the house: "I don't know what conflict Song Manru has with her in-laws, but Song Zixuan can't be raised by her anymore."

Jiang Linwan described all the wounds on Song Zixuan's body, and Lu Qiyue's face instantly turned gloomy, his eyes blazing with anger.

He rushed out of the house almost instantly, walked up to Song Zixuan, lifted his clothes and saw the faint scars on his body. His blood suddenly turned cold.

"Were these all done by your mother?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Song Zixuan was terrified and dared not speak.

Lu Qiyue was filled with rage. He thought of the times he and Jiang Xun had gone through life and death together, and how Jiang Xun had held his hand tightly as he was dying, telling him to take good care of Zixuan.

But now, he has made a vow.

And it happened right under his nose.

Overwhelmed by anger and guilt, Lu Qiyue's eyes turned bloodshot. Song Manru always showed great affection for Zixuan. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cub; how could she bear to do that?

Without further hesitation, Lu Qiyue called Jiang Xun's parents almost immediately.

When Jiang Xun's parents heard that their grandson could return to their side, they were overjoyed and cried tears of joy. They asked excitedly, "Xiao Lu, is what you said true?"

"Does Zixuan's mom really agree to let us raise him?"

"Song Manru has remarried. As the orphan of a martyr, Song Zixuan should naturally be raised by you." Lu Qiyue's voice was clear. Jiang Xun's parents' voices choked up when they heard this: "Okay, we'll go to the military region now."

After Lu Qiyue hung up the phone, most of his anger subsided. He reached out and touched Song Zixuan's head, saying gently, "It's alright now."

"When your grandparents come, they'll take you home, and then no one will hit you anymore."

"Really?" Song Zixuan looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief. He knew that everyone else had a father and grandparents, and his classmates always said that their grandparents were very kind to them.

He used to be curious about his father and grandparents, but his mother always said they were all dead.

"Will I be able to eat my fill?"

Lu Qiyue felt even more guilty: "Yes, I won't go hungry anymore."

Song Zixuan suddenly felt less afraid. He always got beaten and hungry when he was with his mother. Other children would be forgiven by their parents as soon as they cried when they made a mistake.

But he dared not make mistakes or cry. He was very well-behaved, but his mother still didn't like him. She always beat him, wouldn't feed him, and locked him in a dark room.

Upon seeing the dark courtyard, Song Zixuan couldn't help but tremble: "If I leave with my grandparents, will my mother be angry?"

Will she take me back and lock me in a dark room?

"The dark room!" Just from the name, Lu Qiyue knew it wasn't a good place. He suppressed his anger and looked at Song Zixuan, saying in a gentle voice, "No!"

Your grandparents both like you very much, but they had unavoidable reasons for not being able to see you before.

"Now if you go with them, you won't be bullied."

Jiang Xun's parents arrived quickly, having traveled from the town by boat in just two hours.

Lu Qiyue took the afternoon off and waited for them to arrive before going to see Song Manru.

When the elderly couple arrived at the residential compound, the gatekeeper led them to Lu Qiyue's side. Upon entering the compound and seeing the miniature version of their son, the couple burst into tears.

Tears streamed down her face as she hugged Song Zixuan tightly, crying, "Zixuan, my good grandson!"

"Grandpa and Grandma will take you home." Jiang Dewang looked at his grandson with joy in his eyes.

Lu Qiyue took Jiang Dewang and his wife directly to Song Manru's house. Song Qianqian was also at home when they arrived. Seeing Lu Qiyue and his wife with the child, she greeted them with a happy expression: "Commander Lu, Dr. Jiang, you've arrived."