Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“Dad, no matter how much I look at this, actually, I’m still younger. There’s nothing to compare about this, right?” At this time, a cup came flying over. When Lu Jinrong extended his hand, the cup stopped securely in his hand.

When he was studying and playing soccer, he was the goalkeeper. Actually, it was all due to his father’s training for him since he was young. He would casually throw stuff like this, and if he did not catch it, his face would be slapped.

Lu Ke’en grunted and continued eating his food.

“Is that woman believable?” He lowered his voice, and Lu Jinrong opposite him would most definitely not joke about this.

“Yes. I believe her because I saved her.” Lu Jinrong believed in her deeply. He had done business for many years and did know what to do for some things. Of course, he believed in himself as well.

“Dad, did you realize that she’s actually not bad?” Lu Jinrong helped Xia Ruoxin gain brownie points. Of course, it was also because he wanted to protect Xia Ruoxin. “Anyway our family doesn’t have a daughter so you can try to accept her. No matter what, she still has Sister’s face. Yes, that face. Do you really feel nothing for it? You should love your beloved’s family, too. Since Mom likes her, you should like her, too. If not, this will fail; and it all will because of you.”

“I know.” Lu Ke’en understood what Lu Jinrong meant. Which father would not love his daughter, and it was even the daughter he had searched for in a long time? It would be understandable if Jian Qingying’s suspicion was aroused because he did not feel any closeness to his daughter.

Besides, that woman had the exact same face as his daughter that had passed on. Sometimes, he really could not harden his heart; but he could not give up on his face. However, it seemed like that lady never minded it. In front of Jian Qingying, she would still call him ‘Dad’. This ‘Dad’ sounded special to him, but he could not pinpoint exactly what made it that way. Anyway, he just did not hate it.

Xia Ruoxin helped Jian Qingying soak her feet. In no time, she fell asleep; and it was a deep sleep. It seemed like she could naturally sleep all the way to the next morning.

Not long later, she sat in Lu Ke’en’s study again like an honest child. She did not say it, but she was also cautious.

“Are you still lacking in anything?”

After a long time, Lu Ke’en then said this one sentence with a wooden tone and a cold face.

“Thank you, Mr. Lu. I don’t lack anything.” Xia Ruoxin knew that he was just asked casually out of politeness so she would not ask anything from him. Besides, she did not need anything.

This ‘Mr. Lu’ made Lu Ke’en’s blood boil for some reason, but once he looked at her face that was exactly like his daughter’s, he could not do anything about it. He could not voice out any more harsh words.

“Okay, go back then.”

He also did not know how to face this stranger with her daughter’s face so, in the end, he did not say anything.

Xia Ruoxin stood up and bowed towards Lu Ke’en before walking out. However, Lu Ke’en’s heart was still pretty uncomfortable and conflicted. She could call Jian Qingying ‘Mom’, Lu Jinrong ‘Brother’, but why did he become ‘Mr. Lu’? Could she not call him ‘Uncle’ or something?

He seemed to have forgotten that he had a brick-like face which did not allow her to do so. Besides, he had said certain things very clearly beforehand, and she just accepted her own status and did not do anything wrong. Hence, even if he wanted to rage, he needed to see who it was. However, it was impossible for him to let go of his pride.

He was a very prideful person with a big face.

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“Ke’en, let me ask you something.”

Finally, Jian Qingying had found a chance. She sat opposite Lu Ke’en and pulled a long face without her previous gentleness. There was a pang in Lu Ke’en’s heart. Did she find out?

“Ke’en, tell me.” Jian Qingying directly pulled Lu Ke’en’s sleeves. “Do you hate my daughter?”

“Why would I?” Once Lu Ke’en heard it, he was relieved. Luckily, she did not talk about that. However, the word ‘hate’ had given Lu Ke’en a huge blow, and his voice went higher.

“How can I possibly hate her?” He was saying the truth. Even though he disliked her at the start, he did not hate her; of course, he did not hate her now. After spending some time with her, actually, he also felt that Lu Jinrong did not trust the wrong person.

This fake daughter of his did not have any ambition towards them and did not take any advantage of the Lu family so when he told her to leave, she left. It was not because she did not give him face, but because she did not even want to acknowledge him as a father. She had acknowledged the mother and the brother so it should be a buy-one, get-two-free; she should also acknowledge the father.

Jian Qingying squeezed Lu Ke’en’s hands hard. “You might say this, but you show something else in your actions. You keep giving my daughter a contemptuous look, and you look at her like she’s a thing. You don’t look like her father at all. Tell me, do you have something against us mother and daughter? Do you have a second romance outside? If that’s so, then we shan’t live our life together. I’ll pack my things and my daughter, and I won’t get in your way.”

Her every single sentence shocked Lu Ke’en’s heart. What ‘get in his way’? What second romance? What did he have? He spent every day revolving around her so he would not even have the time to find a second romance. Besides, he did not even go out; how could he know another woman?

“I don’t have one.” He was very wronged.

“You clearly do.”

At this time, Jian Qingying was unreasonable—illogically unreasonable. “You clearly don’t like my daughter. I found her back after so long. If you’re not nice to her, then you’re not nice to me, too.”

“I really don’t hate her.” At this point, Lu Ke’en raised his voice. “Do you think I want to do that? Your daughter doesn’t want to acknowledge me at all and still calls me ‘Mr. Lu’. In front of you, she calls me ‘Dad’; but when there’s no one around, she calls me ‘Mr. Lu’. What do you think I should do?”

Just that, after he finished his sentence, he widened his eyes and yelled ‘oh no’ in his heart. Did Jian Qingying just force something out of him?

Right now, his heart was very anxious and uneasy; but he heard Jian Qingying chuckle.

She extended her hand to pull Lu Ke’en’s face. “You can’t blame your daughter. You have this one face and one expression all day long. If it were me, I wouldn’t want to acknowledge you either. That’s your daughter, not your mortal enemy—definitely not your soldier. You should just smile normally.”