Volume 1, Chapter 178: The Descent of the God of Love

In the picture, two hands were clasped together against the backdrop of the swirling snowflakes outside the window.

The atmosphere was intensely romantic.

Even more eye-catching were the matching rings worn on both of their hands.

The caption Lou Ye wrote for this Moments post was so mushy that it hardly seemed like something he would ever post.

[The Arrival of Eros]

At the same time, Lou Ye had also changed his WeChat display name.

His original "SS" had become "SL," and his profile picture had changed from pitch black to a pink sand beach.

Everyone: ......

No one had expected that on the very first day of the new year, they would witness the aloof and prodigal young master acting so thoroughly infatuated.

The men clicked their tongues in wonder: Sang Wan? Impressive!

The women galloped through the fields of gossip: Just her? On what grounds?

Sang Wan was completely oblivious to all of this.

The moment that photo was taken, Lou Ye had tricked her into the bathroom.

Beneath the showerhead, Lou Ye looked innocent and pure as he coaxed her over and over again: Wife, who am I?

Ah-Ye wouldn't work.

Young Master Lou? That was even worse.

It wasn't until she draped her arms over his shoulders and softly called him hubby that Lou Ye was finally satisfied.

Standing before the vanity, Lou Ye was an absolute scoundrel: "Wife, look!"

When they returned to the large bed, Lou Ye transformed back into his usual deep, persistent self: "Wife, say you love me!"

Wife.

Wife!

Wife......

All night long, her dreams were filled with that single word: wife.

So much so that when she heard Lou Ye's voice at daybreak, Sang Wan jolted straight up from the bed as if she had been electrocuted.

The room was completely empty.

The curtains were drawn back, casting a brilliant white snowscape that made the room exceptionally bright.

The snow had stopped, but when the wind blew, lingering snowflakes fluttered about, making the room feel remarkably serene.

The half-closed master bedroom door was nudged open a crack by 2S. In the living room, the gentle and clear voices of Lou Ye and Lu Xiaomu drifted in.

"Daddy Ah-Ye, our teacher says that the foundation of a day is laid in the morning."

"What does that sentence mean?"

"??? It means we have to go to bed early and get up early! It's already past nine o'clock, and Grandpa Sun is already scorching our bottoms!"

"But there's no sun today! Besides, the 'morning' in my house is your mom. The morning only begins the moment she wakes up."

"...... Oh well. ...... Hey, why am I missing a chess piece?"

"That's why you have to focus when you do things! You were half-hearted, and you didn't even notice 2S stealing your piece."

Meow!

Even with a wall between them, Sang Wan knew 2S was taking the blame for someone else.

After washing up and walking out to the living room, she saw the big one and the small one playing chess together.

Dressed in dark blue loungewear, Lou Ye looked dazzlingly and boldly handsome.

Lu Xiaomu, wearing a matching beige outfit, cupped his chin in his hands. Sometimes he would wrinkle his nose in deep thought, and other times his eyes would light up with sudden understanding, looking delightfully lively.

If Lou Ye hadn't been ridiculously young, a casual glance really would have given off the vibe of a father and son.

Sang Wan softened her footsteps.

Yet both the big one and the small one seemed to sense it simultaneously.

They turned their heads at the exact same time, their eyes bright and clear.

"Mom......"

"Wife!"

A bright and happy day thus commenced.

By early evening, Sang Wan received a call from Lu Jinnian.

"Sang Wan......"

The very first word was followed by a long silence.

Lu Jinnian found himself struggling to speak.

His lawyer had said that once Su Baohui's motive of hiring someone to commit murder was proven, she would face a prison sentence of at least three years. Given that she had been in a frantic, neurotic state of terror ever since entering prison, they could perhaps explore the angle of insanity.

Coupled with the fact that Sun Yueqing died in an accident rather than at the hands of Yao Hui, if Sang Wan were willing to issue a letter of forgiveness, it would be taken into consideration when sentencing.

Lu Jinnian was calling for precisely this matter.

Yet now that the call had gone through, Lu Jinnian felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Should he say that Su Baohui was already at this age and couldn't endure the hardships of prison?

What about Sun Yueqing then?

The ten years she had lost, and the agony of her tragic death—who was going to compensate for those?

Even if he were to hand over the entire Lu Corporation to her, Sang Wan probably wouldn't even deign to look at it.

Or should he...... ask her to show mercy for the sake of their past marriage and their child?

Lu Jinnian could not bring himself to say the words.

"...... Ask Xiaomu if he wants to come back? I'll go pick him up!"

Lu Jinnian changed his phrasing.

"No need!"

Ever since lunch, Lu Xiaomu had been chattering on about not wanting to go back.

Sang Wan flatly refused, "He'll be staying with me from now on."

She could hear the muffled sound of Lu Xiaomu jumping for joy in the background.

Turning her back, Sang Wan continued, "Lu Jinnian, the Lu family doesn't have a nanny or a tutor to take care of Xiaomu, and you're so busy with work. I now have grave doubts about your ability to raise a child. If possible, I hope you can hand over the—"

"Impossible!"

Before Sang Wan could finish, Lu Jinnian had already guessed her intention. "I will never give you custody of my son!"

He wanted to say that the servants would return, that tutors would be hired, and that he could take good care of Lu Xiaomu.

Yet he felt there was no point in saying it.

Lu Jinnian abruptly hung up the phone.

On the final day of the holiday, Sang Wan and Lou Ye took Lu Xiaomu to a ski resort in the suburbs.

This was not Sang Wan's first time here, but it was her first time fully geared up to hit the ski slopes.

Under the coach's guidance, Lu Xiaomu was soon able to take on the beginner slope.

She had taken lessons as well, yet she fell with every single step she took. Before she had even glided a hundred meters, Sang Wan had already taken several tumbles.

"You guys go ahead and ski, don't worry about me!"

She waved at Lou Ye, signaling him to keep an eye on Lu Xiaomu.

Sang Wan slowly and clumsily shuffled toward the other side.

The slope didn't look very steep, but once she started sliding, it felt as though everything had been accelerated to several times the speed. After trying just once, Sang Wan decisively gave up.

This kind of thrilling sport, free as the wind, was truly not suited for her.

Before her eyes lay the reserved private ski resort.

Surrounded by a vast, boundless expanse of white.

It made her chest feel instantly open and expansive, moving Sang Wan to want to shout out loud.

As Lou Ye, Lu Xiaomu, and the coach vanished into tiny black dots beyond her line of sight, Sang Wan turned around and walked toward the direction of the fitting room.

When the crisp rustling sound echoed, Sang Wan instinctively looked back.

There was nothing behind her.

As she started walking forward again, the sound followed her like a shadow.

The resting area was right within her field of vision, and she could even see the staff smiling inside. Sang Wan paused in her steps.

Her heart was pounding heavily, as if some potential danger lurked all around her.

Decisively, Sang Wan turned around and walked back to her original spot.

A few minutes later, Lou Ye and Lu Xiaomu took the cable car back to the starting point.

"Still want to play?"

Her ski goggles and mask covered Lou Ye's entire face, but judging by his tone, he had been having a great time.

Sang Wan shook her head, "I'll just watch you guys ski."

Aside from their family of three and the resort staff, the private ski resort was entirely reserved for them.

Lou Ye felt reassured enough to follow the coach and Lu Xiaomu away.

A gust of cold wind swept past, sharply catching a hint of tobacco scent lingering in the air.

Sang Wan stood up and looked in the direction from which the wind had blown.

Her gaze landed on the advanced ski slope. People were coming and going, but who would be smoking here?

She kept feeling as though a pair of eyes was staring at her from the shadows, though Sang Wan wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.

When her heartbeat began to race frantically once more, Sang Wan hardened her heart, locked her eyes onto Lou Ye, the coach, and Lu Xiaomu, and decisively slid down the slope.

"Damn it!"

Amidst the roaring wind, Sang Wan heard that exasperated curse.