The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 142

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His car passed by one flashy, neon-lit club after another, but Lu Jingming didn't spare them a glance. Compared to most men who liked to unwind with women, he much preferred cruising through quiet streets. And if he could get his hands on the race car he loved in his youth? Even better.

Too bad that wasn't allowed anymore.

Plop.

A single raindrop hit the windshield. Then another. Then a third... Soon, a fine, steady rhythm of rain was tapping against the car's exterior in random, dull thuds.

The fat drops distorted the view through the glass, smearing all the glitzy nightlife into a watercolor blur. It was like someone had muted the entire world—every trace of noise washed clean by the sudden downpour.

Sitting in the middle of this silent chaos, Lu Jingming slowly lit a cigarette.

He only took two drags, watching the glowing ember dim and fade as the cabin filled with that jittery, sharp smell of nicotine.

The street he was on was pretty remote, and by now, there were barely any cars left on the road. He floored the gas, and as the engine roared and the force pressed him back into the seat, for a split second he almost felt like he was seventeen again.

As he sped through a deserted traffic light, he rolled the window down. Cold rain and night wind blasted in all at once, clearing his head in an instant. That was when something small caught his eye in the distance.

He squinted.

Was that... a kid? Standing all alone at the intersection in weather like this?

"...A kid?"

The black Maybach rolled to a stop beside the shivering little figure. As the window lowered, Lu Jingming's face slowly came into view.

"Where are your parents?"

The child's ears twitched at the sound. He looked up, revealing a rain-soaked little face.

Maybe it was just the lighting, but his amber eyes seemed to shimmer faintly. A cold gust of wind hit, and the boy let out a tiny sneeze, his whole body giving a little shake.

"..."

Lu Jingming stared, stunned. The kid's face—those features—looked way too much like his third brother, Lu He.

"It's you? Yu Yuan kicked you out?"

"Send me a set of clothes, to the apartment on Huaming Road, for a four-year-old boy."

"Oh, and also some baby formula, plus some easily digestible food."

Around eight at night, the assistant, who had just gotten home, got a message from the boss. He secretly cursed the heartless businessman, wondering why the boss needed kids' clothes, while quietly feeling lucky he hadn't changed or showered yet.

Twenty minutes later, he stood at the boss's apartment door, holding the clothes the store clerk helped pick out, along with the baby formula recommended by the mother-and-baby shop owner.

Click.

The black door in front of him swung open. Inside, the boss looked grim, his black shirt half soaked, clinging tightly to his body. His usually neat hairstyle was messy, hair falling over his forehead.

Any clear-eyed person could tell he'd just been through a serious fight.

The assistant glanced once but didn't dare look again. Silently, he guessed whether the one needing the formula was the boss's secret child, showing no expression as he handed over the stuff.

"Boss, I got the things."

"Mm," Lu Jingming answered, clearly in a bad mood, then slam shut the door.

On the big bed in the apartment bedroom, a kid with amber eyes wrapped in a towel swung his little feet lazily. When he saw Lu Jingming come back with the formula, his eyes lit up.

"Uncle, I want milk!"

"Uncle! Can I sleep in your bed?"

"Uncle, the air conditioner is cold..."

As an older unmarried man, Lu Jingming almost lost himself in the repeated "Uncle" calls, until he saw the big wet patches on his clothes from helping the kid bathe. His overheated brain suddenly cooled down.

In some ways, this kid was just as annoying as his mom.

"Bai Qingcheng," he called the kid's name, "do you want formula, or oatmeal and little buns?"

The kid's eyes flickered between the formula and the buns, staring with big amber eyes at this human who claimed to be his uncle, "Can I have both?"

Lu Jingming: "..."

He silently looked down at the milk bottle and formula in his hands. His usually steady eyes showed a flicker of hesitation.

One bottle of milk... how much formula and water was it again?

"I..." He stood there awkwardly, thinking about calling the assistant back and wondering how likely the assistant would actually take care of the kid.

"Uncle, I want milk!"

Seeing that his uncle hadn't moved for a while, the little fox wrapped in a towel, barefoot, patter patter patter ran over, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the floor.

Lu Jingming frowned at the bare feet, rummaged through the bag, and to his surprise, found a pair of little yellow duck slippers.

The crease between his brows slowly eased, and he decided to give the assistant a raise next month.

"Don't go barefoot." His words came out cold, "Put on the slippers."

The little fox, supported by this human who called himself his "uncle," put on the yellow duck slippers and squinted in a smile—so cute and sweet—"Thanks, Uncle."

Sure enough, Lu Jingming's lips twitched slightly.

The kid tightened his towel around himself, poked the plastic bag in Uncle's hand with his pale little fingers, "Uncle, I'm so hungry..."

Lu Jingming's lips tightened again, "Wait a bit, I'll make your milk."

"Okay!"

The kid was carried back to the bed by Uncle, swinging his little feet obediently while waiting. But even after his stomach rumbled twice, Uncle's milk wasn't ready.

"Uncle~" The kid's voice was soft and sweet, echoing in the empty duplex apartment, "When will my milk be ready~"

Lu Jingming fumbled nervously in the kitchen, shaking his hand, and spilled formula all over the table.

He frowned but, facing the little guy, his cold but gentle voice said, "Almost done."

Bai Qingcheng lay on his back on the big bed, rolled over, and suddenly touched his exposed fox tail.

"Ah!" He grabbed his tail and flipped over like a carp, his amber eyes suddenly wide, "Tail, tail, why did you come out?!"

"You're not supposed to come out right now!"

His little paws scrambled to press his fluffy big tail against his back, and it took a long while before he managed to tuck it back in.

"Ears, ears..."

He lifted his not-quite-long-enough little hand to his head, made sure no fluffy fox ears had grown out, and only then let out a relieved breath.

"Uncle..." He rubbed his rumbling tummy and headed to the kitchen. If he didn't eat soon, he'd really turn back into a little fox!

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