Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 327: Chapter 324 Chapter 327: Chapter 324 Especially Father Lu, who was walking when he suddenly discovered that his wife had run off to the back.

He couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows slightly, faintly listening to the noises inside, and turned to go back as well.

Inside the teahouse private room.

Wen Xian was unable to contain her anger, and upon seeing the sudden appearance of Mother Lu, she instantly stiffened, eyes widening in astonishment.

It seemed she had not expected to encounter Lu Xiao’s mother so unexpectedly at this very moment!

“Aunt, Aunt–” Mother.

“What are you thinking, child? Why haven’t you called mom yet, at such a time?” she said, unable to resist glancing down at Wen Xian’s abdomen.

Oh dear! She’s pregnant now; even if she didn’t wish to change her address, she had to now.

However, her gaze now turned to everyone present, and then to the teacup that Wen Xian was tightly clutching in her hand, she instantly sensed that something was off in the atmosphere.

She hurriedly asked, “What’s going on? My girl, it looks like you’re angry, you really shouldn’t get angry so easily!”

Which bastard dared to make her dear girl angry!

Not to mention there’s a baby inside her womb, what if she got agitated!

The more she thought about it, the heavier her heart sank, and as Mother Lu turned her gaze toward the group of people opposite her, she subconsciously stepped in front of Wen Xian, frowning deeply, “What is this–”
The Lu surnamed man, covering his forehead and about to speak through clenched teeth, suddenly saw someone at the doorway, his eyes widening: “Uncle, Uncle…?”

After that, he immediately rushed out without regard, smiling broadly as he nodded in greeting to the people at the door.

His gaze finally settled on an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit, looking hale and hearty, speaking respectfully and caringly: “Uncle, what a coincidence to encounter you here! Have you been well recently?”

This man in the Zhongshan suit, in his sixties, was none other than his uncle, an old actor from the Beijing Community, and a national first-class opera performer.

With a thunderous network in the film and television industry, the people he knew were not ordinary; each one was either a high official or a business mogul.

So, when he had just come out, he immediately recognized a middle-aged man in front of his uncle.

Dressed in a sharp suit, tall and sturdy, with sharp and profound features, his body exuded an awe-inspiring righteousness. With years of experience, he had almost instantly surmised that this must be some high official–
At that moment, the middle-aged man was looking at him.

Upon seeing this, the hale and hearty old man didn’t bother with other matters and hastily said:
“Xiao Tao, what are you standing around for? Hurry and greet Mr. Lu.”

As he spoke, he whispered a few words in his ear to disclose his identity.

Whatever the old man had said, the man surnamed Lu’s eyes widened, and when he looked at Father Lu again, his throat seemed somewhat constricted as he swallowed.

He then hurriedly extended his hand, smiling excitedly: “Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, it’s a pleasure, my uncle is Old Zeng, I have the surname Lu, with the single name Tao, and I am with the State Administration of Radio and Television–”
But, just as he excitedly reached out to introduce himself, Father Lu had not yet extended his hand.

He merely looked at him faintly, and his gaze once again fell on his wife and Wen Xian inside. When he looked back at him, a faint smile played upon his lips, saying:
“Mr. Lu, you are young and promising, but what is this inside…?”

Though he was smiling faintly, he did not lose that air of authority.

His hand never moved to return the handshake.

Distant and indifferent.

With his experienced and savvy nature, it seemed he could instantly discern that something was amiss.