Ninety lucky little sweet wife

The Lu family's old house is located on the mountainside in the western suburbs of Duancheng. It is a simple yet luxurious villa.

When Ding Yueqin arrived, her husband Lu Bin was waiting for her at the gate with her youngest son, Lu Mingming.

"Abin, it's so cold outside, why didn't you bring Mingming in first?"

Ding Yueqin bent down and picked up her youngest son. The empty heart along the way was filled up by this seven-year-old child.

Lu Bin handed an A4-sized paper in front of Ding Yueqin's eyes, and smiled helplessly, "Obviously I drew a picture and said that I would show it to my mother as soon as possible."

Ding Yueqin pampered her son's face with her forehead before taking the painting from Lu Bin's hand.

In the painting, a man and a woman are holding hands, and the woman is holding a child in her arms, surrounded by lawns, like a family portrait.

Mingming likes to draw. When he was very young, before he could walk, he could draw an apple on paper with a pen.

At that time, everyone in the Lu family thought the child was a little child prodigy.

Especially Mr. Lu, specially invited a master-level teacher to come to his home to give the children one-on-one private lessons.

Gradually, everyone discovered that this child behaved differently from ordinary people.

He doesn't like to talk, he is afraid of contacting strange people or things, he always likes to mutter some strange things in his mouth, and he often locks himself in the room, without eating or drinking all day and without letting anyone approach him.

Lu Bin took the child to seek medical treatment everywhere, and was finally diagnosed with "autism".

Not only that, in addition to his talent in painting, his intellectual development is also much lower than that of children of the same age.

Since then, the rest of the Lu family have treated him like a monster, and Mr. Lu has repeatedly asked them to have another child.

Unexpectedly, Lu Bin was found to have that disease at this time and could no longer have his own children.

This time, Mr. Lu treats his family with different noses and faces.

If her mother-in-law insisted on asking them to come here today, Ding Yueqin would never want to step into this eerie home.

"Is the painting clearly about father and mother?" Ding Yueqin pointed to the man and woman in the painting, and asked pretending to be puzzled.

Mingming nodded fiercely, and murmured, "It's dad... and mom..."

In all fairness, although the child's intelligence is not as good as other children, his drawing skills are far beyond them.

Perhaps, as the ancestors said, if God closes a door for you, he will definitely open a window for you.

"It's obviously awesome, I painted my mother as a beautiful woman." Ding Yueqin joked, and kissed her son deeply on the forehead.

"Mom... beauty..."

The child's voice was not loud, and it fell into Ding Yueqin's ears, which was more exciting than the orders she had won.

Not long after, the family of three, led by the butler, walked into the gorgeous and bright restaurant.

In front of the rectangular dining table, Mr. Lu sat at the head. Beside him, his daughter-in-law Ma Guilan told him something interesting, which made the corners of his lips smile wantonly and his eyes sparkle.

Seeing the appearance of Ding Yueqin's family, Mr. Lu's smile disappeared instantly.

According to family rules, Ding Yueqin followed Lu Bin with the child in her arms, and sat down next to Ma Guilan together.

Sitting on the other side were Ma Guilan's daughter Lu Xiaoxia and her son-in-law Ma Fei.

The butler gestured at the servants winkingly, and soon, the table was covered with various delicious dishes.

"Yueqin, did you go back to see your mother today?"

Mr. Lu ate the food that Ma Guilan brought for him, without looking at her, he advised himself.

Ding Yueqin put down the prawns she was peeling for her son, wiped her hands with a towel, and then replied respectfully: "Yes, Grandpa, I will go back this afternoon to pay my respects to Auntie."

"So..." Mr. Lu paused intentionally before continuing, "I saw that child."

He used declarative sentences without any questioning.

At that moment, Ding Yueqin's face froze, from blue to purple, then from purple to red, and finally turned pale.

"What child? I don't understand what grandpa is talking about." Ding Yueqin calmed down the uneasiness in her heart and replied without changing her expression.

Mr. Lu probably didn't expect her to deny it so simply. He turned his head and glanced at Ma Guilan, who soon understood.

"It's the son you had with that prisoner." Ma Guilan said sarcastically, "You've lied to us for so many years, you've concealed it deeply enough, so stop hiding it, our Lu family are not wolves and tigers Leopard, are you afraid of eating him?"

Ding Yueqin's eyes fell on the man beside him, he was eating the food on the plate as usual.

As if they were discussing other people's affairs.

Other people's wives before marrying into the house.

He also had a child with another man.

and so……

He already knew.

No wonder at noon, unlike the previous few days, he took her to play mahjong after lunch, and asked her if she wanted to go back to pay New Year's greetings to her mother and brother.

You know, in the past few years, they felt ashamed of having this poor relative and forced her to break off contact with the Qin family.

Every time she wanted to go back to see her children, she could only do so secretly.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

She was so careless.

"Mom, what are you talking about? My son is only Mingming, and he is right in front of you." Ding Yueqin continued to deny.

The sister-in-law at the side couldn't stand it any longer, she patted the table and said angrily, "Mom, what are you talking to him about? Didn't you find someone to take a picture and throw her in the face."

Lu Xiaoxia was just pregnant and hadn't passed the critical period yet. The doctor specifically told her not to get angry, otherwise it would be detrimental to the baby in the womb.

In order to conceive this child, the couple struggled for seven or eight years, and it was finally achieved. Ma Fei held it in her hands for fear of falling, and held it in her mouth for fear of melting. The daughter-in-law did whatever she wanted.

How could she be willing to let her get so angry?

He took a file bag from the housekeeper like a dog's leg, opened it, and as his wife said, he took out a stack of photos and threw it on Ding Yueqin's face.

The scenes in the photos are exactly what happened to her at Qin's house in the afternoon. There are some things she saw and some things she didn't see.

For example, the scene where Xiaoxiaowo wailed in Zhu Yan's arms.

Her heart couldn't help but sink.

"Abin..."

Ding Yueqin felt chills in her heart, so cold that it ached.

Because the only one who knew that she was going out at that time was this man, her beloved husband.

"Are you looking for someone to follow me?"

Although she couldn't believe it, the facts were in front of her, and she had to believe it.

She was caught by the man in front of her——

calculated.

Lu Bin's expression was indifferent. Seeing his daughter-in-law being targeted by his close relatives, he couldn't bear it. His lips trembled several times before he found his voice.

"My mother told me to do this. She said that you are cunning and you will not cry when you see the coffin. Without some substantive evidence, you will definitely not admit it."

Sure enough, it was the people around her who knew her best.

What she thinks of... family.