Plunder-Chapter 308 Traitor

"How about running two more laps?"

Zhou Jin’an deliberately set a trap for Cheng Lu.

Cheng Lu felt terrible inside but wasn’t good at sharing his feelings, so he kept it all heavily pressed in his heart.

"Okay."

So, they kept running around Gu Yuan until it was dark.

Later, exhausted, the two of them collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

"You envy me, don’t you?"

Zhou Jin’an continued to tease.

Cheng Lu’s face looked awful. He hadn’t eaten anything all day and had run for so long with Zhou Jin’an, seriously depleting his energy.

"Mm."

Cheng Lu responded dully.

Zhou Jin’an was extremely pleased with himself as he got up with one hand on the ground, "Come on, let’s go home for dinner."

He walked ahead like a general who had won a battle, while Cheng Lu followed like a dejected captive.

The lights in the courtyard were bright; from a distance, they could smell the aroma of the food and hear the sound of a child crying loudly.

"Listen, isn’t my girl’s voice incredibly loud?"

Zhou Jin’an couldn’t help but show off to Cheng Lu again at the entrance to the courtyard.

"Yes, Director Zhou."

Cheng Lu’s heart felt a chasm open within, but he still agreed outwardly with Zhou Jin’an.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Just as the door to the courtyard opened, Cheng Lu saw Lin Youyou.

"Youyou."

Cheng Lu, without caring that Zhou Jin’an was there, pushed him aside and strode towards Lin Youyou.

She was petite, he was tall and imposing.

Suddenly, he embraced her tightly in his arms.

The usually tearless Cheng Lu was, at that moment, crying his eyes out.

"Where have you been? Why didn’t you contact me?"

Cheng Lu couldn’t stop his tears, sobbing aloud.

He cried, and Lin Youyou cried too.

The two of them held each other, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Where is the child?"

Cheng Lu, realizing something, pulled away from Lin Youyou.

Her once swollen belly had now flattened.

"Where is our child?"

He choked up and asked again.

Tears streamed down his cheeks unceasingly, as Lin Youyou tried to speak but was too choked up to say anything.

At that moment, Zhou Jin’an inappropriately reappeared.

Holding a child in one arm, he walked towards Cheng Lu with a mischievous grin.

"Beibei, Gege, look quickly, who is this crybaby?"

"Beibei, Gege?"

Cheng Lu woke from his daze.

"Youyou, these are our children, right?"

The gloom in his eyes vanished, and he fell into a frenzy of joy like he had regained something precious.

Lin Youyou nodded incessantly through her tears, "Mm."

"That’s great, that’s great, I’m a dad now, Youyou, I’m a dad now."

Cheng Lu exclaimed with joy, lifting Lin Youyou and spinning her around several times.

Then, realizing something, he put Lin Youyou down and instantly walked over to Zhou Jin’an, taking the child from his arms without a word.

"Haha, I’m a dad now, haha, I’m a dad now!"

He jubilated incoherently.

Zhou Jin’an had already tactfully retreated into the house. In the courtyard, Cheng Lu held Lin Youyou with one arm and the child with the other, while Lin Youyou also held a child in her arms.

"Youyou, thank you, thank you for giving me such wonderful children. My life is complete now, a son, a daughter, I have it all."

Cheng Lu laughed heartily.

"Lu, I should be the one thanking you."

Lin Youyou was about to say something, but Cheng Lu immediately interrupted her.

"Between us, let’s not thank each other anymore."

The dinner was prepared by Auntie Jiang, and the table was very richly laid out.

Only then did Cheng Lu realize how ravenously hungry he was.

"You young man must cherish this, now that you’re a dad, you need to have responsibility and commitment."

As someone who had been through it, Zhou Jin’an began to impart wisdom to Cheng Lu.

"Director Zhou, Young Madam, thank you so much."

Cheng Lu kept expressing his gratitude.

"Jin’an did this because he wants you to truly cherish Youyou; she is a good girl. You must never fail her," Qiao En spoke.

Cheng Lu’s gaze had not left Lin Youyou, and he nodded heavily, "Director Zhou, Young Madam, rest assured, I will treat Youyou well for the rest of my life."

That night, he did not stay at the courtyard.

Instead, he insisted on staying alone at a hotel, not listening to anyone who tried to persuade him otherwise.

But the next morning, before dawn had broken, Cheng Lu arrived.

Lin Youyou, dressed in her pajamas, opened the door to find him holding a large bouquet of vivid red roses.

The courtyard was covered with pink rose petals, creating an immensely romantic scene.

Cheng Lu seemed a bit restrained, "Youyou, we have never formally dated, but I, Cheng Lu, am very sure that the only woman I want to protect in this lifetime is you. I’m not good with words, and I don’t know how to make a woman happy."

As he spoke, he suddenly knelt down on both knees.

Upstairs, Zhou Jin’an, unperturbed by the magnitude of the affair, was leaning out of the window, looking outside.

"Idiot, get down on one knee and tuck the other leg in."

Someone who didn’t know how to date was trying to teach another who was equally clueless.

Qiao En leaned against the headboard, covering her mouth, unable to stop laughing.

Cheng Lu looked up towards the second floor for a moment, now deeply distrusting Zhou Jin’an.

"Youyou, this is my house deed."

With that, Cheng Lu took out several red books and handed them to Lin Youyou.

"This is my bank card; the PIN is written on the back."

He passed her several cards.

"Lu, I don’t want these," Lin Youyou said, extremely embarrassed. Cheng Lu’s sincerity overwhelmed her; she was touched but dared not accept them.

"Youyou, marry me."

Suddenly, Cheng Lu pulled out a magenta box containing a large diamond ring.

"I don’t know what style you like. Last night, I rushed back to Rong City, but I could only find this style. If you don’t like it, we can go pick another one."

His proposal was exceedingly plain.

Lin Youyou had already turned into a figure of tears.

In this world, only genuine sincerity can conquer all, and what truly moves a woman’s heart is also plain, unadorned sincerity.

"Youyou, will you marry me? I will take good care of you and the kids. From now on, I will do all the heavy and dirty work, hand over my salary, and never talk back or resist. The wife is always right."

He had searched this speech on the internet last night, hastily memorized it, and was still stuttering somewhat.

"Yes."

Lin Youyou was crying uncontrollably.

Cheng Lu smiled naively, slipping the diamond ring onto Lin Youyou’s ring finger.

"Youyou, I love you."

He picked up Lin Youyou, happily spinning around.

Upstairs, Zhou Jin’an and Qiao En had watched the entire plain and sincere proposal.

"Who would have thought this blockhead would finally get it right? I’m moved by him," Zhou Jin’an, with arms folded and a tearful eye, said.

"I’m feeling quite regretful now," Qiao En deliberately murmured.

Zhou Jin’an, surprised, "Wife, I understand."

Qiao En covered his mouth with her hand, "No, you don’t understand. What I just said was sarcastic. I have never regretted marrying you."

It was a heartfelt confession that warmed Zhou Jin’an’s heart.

In his excitement, he pinned Qiao En beneath him.

"Wife, should we... have another son?"

It’s human nature to always want more.

With Cheng Lu having both a son and a daughter, becoming a winner in life, Zhou Jin’an naturally did not want to fall behind. Already having a little cotton jacket, he still wanted a leather jacket.

"No, one is quite enough," Qiao En deliberately said.

But Zhou Jin’an could hardly contain himself, "Having one more would give Nian’en a companion, otherwise she’ll be so lonely!"

"I’ve already discussed it with Youyou. In the future, our two families will live together, and the three kids will be raised together," Zhou Jin’an, becoming anxious, responded.

"How can that work? What if someone bullies Nian’en? By then, both you and I will be old, who will protect her? It’s better to give her a younger brother sooner rather than later."

"No, Nian’en doesn’t need any brother," protested Qiao En, but her protest was to no avail.

Zhou Jin’an knew her body’s "password"; just a gentle kiss left her limp as clay.

Then, amidst her repeated protests, Zhou Jin’an stormed the fortresses, making her a traitor who surrendered without a fight.