The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion-Chapter 685 - 700: That Is a Nationwide Limited Edition Bag

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Chapter 685: Chapter 700: That Is a Nationwide Limited Edition Bag

Ever since Lu Qing An passed away, Old Sir Lu has started to rely a bit on the young couple. Previously, he stayed in the old mansion alone without feeling too lonely, but now he often thinks about them.

Lu Jinghan hung up the phone, pushed up his sleeve with fingers holding a cigarette, glanced at the watch on his wrist—it was already past six.

He bent down and extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, stood up directly from the office chair, walked over to the sofa with wide strides, picked up his coat, and pushed the door to leave the office.

He drove straight back to the villa, and on the way, he called Han Xi, saying that Old Sir Lu wanted them to return to the old mansion for dinner.

Han Xi was watching TV in the living room, and after hanging up the phone, she got up to inform Sister Zhang, telling the nanny they would be going back to the old mansion for dinner later. Then she went upstairs to change clothes.

When she came down from upstairs after changing clothes, Lu Jinghan happened to come in from outside. Han Xi smiled and elegantly wrapped her arm around his: "Let’s go."

Lu Jinghan nodded, raised his hand to button Han Xi’s open coat, and then held her hand before they walked out together.

In the car, Han Xi leaned against the passenger seat, her clear eyes softly watching Lu Jinghan’s handsome profile: "Today my dad said that once I have Little Bun, he and Aunt Shen will stay in An City to help us with the baby."

Song Mingyuan and Shen Qiong had already discussed that after Han Xi had the baby, they would hand over the company in the United States to Song Yan to manage, since Song Yan would eventually take over the company anyway.

Moreover, since Lu Jinghan’s parents were no longer around, Song Mingyuan and Shen Qiong were really worried about letting the two young people raise a child alone, always feeling they might not do it well. Although they could hire a nanny, it still made them uneasy.

Lu Jinghan turned his head to glance at Han Xi, his deep eyes filled with affection: "Alright, let Dad and Aunt Shen take care of the baby, it’ll give us peace of mind."

Han Xi smiled charmingly, moved closer to Lu Jinghan, and placed her small hand on his arm.

Lu Jinghan released the steering wheel with his right hand and turned it over to hold the girl’s hand. His smile was so full of deep affection and tenderness that Han Xi almost melted.

The car quickly stopped at the old mansion, Lu Jinghan unbuckled the seatbelt and got out, holding Han Xi’s hand as they walked towards the house.

In the living room, Old Sir Lu heard the car engine being turned off and guessed that the young couple might be here, so he stood up from the sofa with a cheerful smile and went to open the door himself.

Beside him, Ji Qing was almost furious; when her children came home from work earlier, Old Sir Lu didn’t seem so happy.

"Grandpa, how is your health?" Han Xi asked worriedly as soon as she entered the house.

"Much better, it’s cold outside, hurry up and come inside to warm up." Seeing the young couple made Old Sir Lu inexplicably calm inside.

Lu Jinghan bent down to take slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on, casually handed Han Xi’s coat to the servant, and only then walked toward the living room.

Lu Jingwei, just coming downstairs, greeted them with a smile: "Big brother, sister-in-law, you’re here."

Lu Jinghan ignored her and sat on the sofa, as if he hadn’t heard her words.

Han Xi nodded to Lu Jingwei but didn’t say anything.

Ji Qing’s gaze subtly landed on Han Xi’s bag placed on the sofa, which was a nationwide limited edition, costing over two hundred thousand each.

This afternoon, Old Master Lu transferred their monthly allowances to her card for their family of three. Ji Qing checked and it totaled only three hundred thousand, just ten thousand per person per month, not even enough to buy one of Han Xi’s bags.