My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 791 - 710 This is My Girlfriend

Old Sir Lu held a small teapot in one hand, staring at the fish tank with a relaxed expression, giving no hint that he was deep in thought.

"Grandpa, look who I brought to see you."

Lu Xing deliberately called out to Old Sir Lu in an intimate tone, but the elder’s expression remained unmoved as his gaze shifted to Mo Wenwan, who stood beside him.

Mo Wenwan timidly nodded at the elder and said, "Hello, Grandpa."

"Is this the person you wanted to introduce to me?" Old Sir Lu asked.

Lu Xing nodded. "Yes, she’s my girlfriend, Wen Wan." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Mo Wenwan slightly bowed toward Old Sir Lu with exceptional politeness, prompting the elder to take a longer look at her.

"Take a seat."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Saying that, Lu Xing led Mo Wenwan to sit on the sofa.

Observing her surroundings, Mo Wenwan could tell that Lu Xing was unfamiliar with this place—he didn’t even seem to know where to rest his eyes. Furthermore, Old Sir Lu had maintained an expressionless demeanor from the beginning, his tone cold and distant whenever he spoke.

It made her think: Lu Xing really is pitiful—his own grandfather seemed to dislike him. Even without coming here, anyone could guess that Old Sir Lu’s favorite was definitely Lu Qing, the one he had raised personally from childhood. Everyone knew about the scandal of Lu Qing’s father abandoning his wife; it was no secret.

Before coming, Mo Wenwan had specifically researched this incident. If not for the benefits she stood to gain from this situation, she wouldn’t have come at all. After all, offending the Lu Family would inevitably lead to complications requiring significant effort to resolve later.

"How long have you two been dating?"

Old Sir Lu suddenly opened his mouth. Lu Xing glanced at Mo Wenwan and replied, "We’ve just started, less than two months."

"If you’ve decided to date, you should treat her well. A young woman’s youth is not to be trifled with."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Lu Xing was particularly composed today, behaving especially obediently in front of Old Sir Lu. This made the elder give him a second glance. Compared to the previous visits where he’d almost been thrown out in anger, this time the elder spoke more kindly, likely because of the girlfriend he had brought along.

"Since you’re here, take your girlfriend around the place. I’ll have them prepare something for you."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Old Sir Lu noticed Lu Xing’s unusually courteous and obedient attitude today, a stark contrast to how he acted when his father brought him here before. After casting a brief glance at Mo Wenwan, Old Sir Lu walked out of the living room.

"Hey, is it over just like that?" Mo Wenwan tugged at Lu Xing’s sleeve, unable to restrain herself any longer.

Lu Xing’s gaze turned cold, shifting from gentle to indifferent as he stared at the elder’s retreating figure. In a low voice, he said, "Today, he showed mercy only because of you."

"No way. You’re his grandson, after all."

Mo Wenwan’s words provoked Lu Xing. He couldn’t help but think about how, as a grandson, he held no rightful name or standing. Just because his mother was "the little third" who eventually replaced someone else, the stigma had marked him for life, an inescapable shadow.

The Lu Family estate was truly vast—big enough to enter by car. The exterior was classically styled, exuding no overt extravagance, but the interior rooms and décor were rich with unique character.

"If you had grown up in this grand estate, everything might have been different," Mo Wenwan said.

"Different? It would’ve been no different—I’d just end up being like him."

From the way Lu Xing spoke, Mo Wenwan naturally understood that "him" referred to Lu Qing.

She waited a long time yet still didn’t see Lu Qing appear. It seemed he wasn’t home, which she found rather disappointing.

Realizing that Lu Qing wasn’t present, Mo Wenwan felt there was no reason to stay. Turning to Lu Xing, she said, "My task here is done. I’d like to leave now."

Hearing Mo Wenwan say she wanted to leave, Lu Xing instinctively grabbed her arm. The two locked eyes, and beneath their gazes, the schemes brewing in each of their hearts surged to the surface.