Quickly wear a child: The heirless bosses love me like their life

Jiang Dai's face was pale and his body was shaky, as if he would fall down at any time if you didn't agree.

How could the Song family, who loved the original owner so much, have the heart to refuse?

“…Jiaojiao…Don’t kneel anymore. Daddy promises you!”

Song Jing gritted his teeth.

He thought that it would be best if Lu Wenche came back alive. If not, he would sacrifice his old face and beg the Lu family. No matter what, he would make sure his daughter lived as comfortably in the Lu family as she did in the Song family!

"Thank you, Dad!"

Jiang Dai expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

She knew that she had taken advantage of the Song family's love for the original owner and forced them to agree to this unreasonable request, which was a bit excessive, but...

For the mission and the plan, she had no choice but to do this.

The Lu family servant was so moved that his eyes were filled with tears.

I didn't expect that Miss Song loved the young general so much that she was willing to be a widow. Her love for him was truly profound!

"After I return to the Lu family, I will tell the general and the master about Miss Song's wishes. I believe they will definitely fulfill Miss Song's wish..."

The Lu family servant said goodbye and left, and the Song family also fell into gloom.

"That boy Lu Wenche is just a little bit good-looking and can fight. Why does Jiaojiao have to be with him?"

After the eldest brother Song Chengze left Jiang Dai's yard, he couldn't help but complain.

The second oldest, Song Chengde, rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, he's just good-looking and good at fighting. Unfortunately, none of us three brothers combined can compare to him."

Song Chengze: ...

It hurts, my second brother!

The third brother, Song Chenghuan, stretched lazily.

"If you ask me, there's nothing wrong with Jiaojiao doing this."

"If she marries him, outsiders will only praise Jiaojiao for her deep love and loyalty. The Lu family will not dare to treat Jiaojiao badly due to their reputation, and Lu Jing is a person who doesn't care about things."

"Jiaojiao can have her own yard and live the way she wants, except that she doesn't have a husband..."

Song Chengze glared at his two younger brothers. None of them was reliable!

Song Jing glanced at his three sons and sighed deeply.

"Whether Lu Wenche is dead or alive, we have to find the body to make a conclusion."

"Well, one of you three brothers should go and look for Lu Wenche near the cliff where he fell. If you can find him, Jiaojiao won't have to..."

The three brothers looked at each other and ran away decisively.

"Dad, I have something else to do. I'm leaving now!"

"Eh? Isn't that Xiaohu? Xiaohu! Is someone looking for me?"

"I suddenly feel the urge to pee..."

In the blink of an eye, the three of them ran away cleanly.

Song Jing was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"Three evil sons, none of them is worry-free!"

Zhou Jingyun, who was standing by, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Not to mention the three sons, the daughter and the father also have the responsibility!

Chuntao ran back panting with the medicine in her hand.

"Miss, I just heard on the street that General Lu had an accident..."

Jiang Dai quickly reached out to stop him and said:

"Chun Tao, you don't have to say anything more, I already know."

"There's one more thing. You have to make another trip..."

Chun Tao, who was sweating all over and didn't even have a glass of water, said:? ?

After a while, Chun Tao went to the Lu family with a complicated expression, handed the letter to the Lu family's doorman, and emphasized:

"This is what my young lady wants to give to General Lu Jing. I hope you can run quickly. My young lady is still waiting for the general's reply."

Upon hearing this, the doorman immediately took it seriously.

Chuntao thought secretly.

She can't run alone, the servants of the Lu family have to run with her too!

Yuzhuxuan is the northernmost courtyard of the Lu family. Ever since Lu Jing was poisoned and his legs became unfit to walk, he moved here to recuperate.

"Sir, Miss Song sent someone to deliver a letter."

When Lu Er brought the letter in, Lu Jing was sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the lush green bamboo forest outside the window in a daze.

"…For Wen Che?"

Lu Jing frowned, thinking that Jiang Dai had not yet received the news that Lu Wenche fell off the cliff.

Lu Er shook his head.

"It's not for the young master, it's for you."

Hearing this, Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly and became a little interested.

He took the letter, opened it and read it, and Lu Er also spoke:

"The servant who was sent to the Song family to deliver the letter has returned, and he said that Miss Song is deeply in love with him. Even though she knew that the young master might die, she still insisted on marrying into the Lu family."

"I heard that the master has agreed and is going to discuss it with the Song family on a chosen day."

"But... Young Master Wen Che is your adopted son, so the matter of marriage should be decided by you..."

Lu Jing finished reading the letter, but frowned, as if he had encountered an extremely confusing problem.

Lu Er was curious.

"Sir, what's wrong? What did Miss Song say?"

Lu Jing had a strange look on his face and hesitated:

"She said...she wanted to enter the Lu family early and take care of me for Wen Che?"

When he said this, Lu Jing's face was full of question marks.

Although he was nominally Lu Wenche's adoptive father, Lu Wenche was brought up together with the other children of the Lu family. Lu Jing would occasionally call Lu Wenche over to ask him questions when he thought of him, but their relationship as father and son was not really close.

but……

Since Miss Song is deeply in love with Wen Che, it is understandable that she wants to help Wen Che fulfill his filial piety.

"Tell the maid who delivers the letter, and tell her that it is not necessary."

After thinking about it, Lu Jing said in a deep voice.

Lu Jing thought that Jiang Dai would not come after he refused.

Unexpectedly, the next day, he met his adopted son's fiancée, whose name he had only heard of...

"Didn't I tell you that it's not necessary?"

His eyes swept across Jiang Dai's face, which looked even weaker than his. Lu Jing's eyes, which were like a pool of stagnant water, rarely rippled.

Although the girl in front of him was weak, she had the lively and delicate temperament unique to young girls. When she stood in the yard, the originally lifeless Yuzhuxuan seemed to come alive in an instant.

So dazzling, so... out of place...

Jiang Dai looked hesitant, but was actually sizing up the male protagonist Lu Jing inconspicuously.

As the male protagonist, his appearance is naturally good.

He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, angular cheeks, and an air of majesty, resoluteness and integrity. Even though he hasn't been on the battlefield for a long time, the look in his eyes makes people want to raise their hands and surrender!

Even when sitting in a wheelchair, you can tell that he is tall and has an extraordinary aura!

Well, he's so handsome that it's hard to close your legs! Jiang Dai thought secretly.

"...You are Brother Wen Che's elder...You are also Jiaojiao's elder. Even if Brother Wen Che is not here...or is missing, you must hope that someone can take care of you..."

Jiang Dai bit her lip, and looked at Lu Jing stubbornly and persistently with her tearful eyes.

Take care of him for your adopted son?

There was a barely perceptible weirdness in Lu Jing's eyes, but seeing the little girl's expression of being so nervous that she was about to cry, he didn't say anything embarrassing.

"…what ever."

Leaving behind these two cold words, Lu Jing pushed the wheelchair and turned to leave.

No matter whether the girl came here on the Lu family's or the Song family's initiative, it didn't matter to him. He was just a dying man anyway.

But...Jiaojiao...Song Jiaojiao, this name really suits the person.

He hoped that she would not cry out of spite because of a little setback in the future. He could only scold people, not coax them.