Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 883 - 335: If Only Time Could Turn Back (Part 4)
Lin Zongjun drank tea, his slightly aged face gentle under the warm scenery, "It’s nothing, just the usual old problem, a bit of a headache, got a few boxes of medicine from the doctor the other day."
He naturally changed the subject.
"You spent New Year at the Lu Family, why did you come back?"
Father, being older, indeed never lacked health supplements, so Lin Chu did not ask further.
The desk was piled with documents; she knew that if she didn’t come home tonight, her father would definitely be staying in the study for a long time.
"There are many people at the Lu Family, they don’t lack me, and I can’t bear to see you alone at home, like a pitiful sight."
In front of Lin Zongjun, she was always a child who never grew up.
"You have such a way with words," his eyes were filled with loving indulgence, "Where’s Huai’an?"
Every time Lin Chu returned home, her father always asked this question.
Worried she had quarreled with Lu Huai’an, worried she was wronged, worried about outsiders gossiping...
Lin Chu felt somewhat sour inside, stepped forward and began to massage her father.
"He’s downstairs, Dad, he can play chess, it’s snowing outside, many people are setting off fireworks, it’s especially beautiful, I asked the housekeeper to light the fireplace, let’s enjoy the New Year and temporarily put work aside, okay?"
Lin Zongjun’s New Year’s Eve dinner was similar to usual.
After all, he was the only one eating, so it couldn’t be lively or sumptuous.
His daughter would be home tonight, and he was actually very happy. After recovering from the slight discomfort following medication, he stood up.
"Then you two sleep here tonight."
Lin Chu held her father’s arm, and they walked downstairs together.
"Mm, I’ll make dumplings for you tomorrow morning."
...
Lin Chu only stayed upstairs for a few minutes before bringing up tea for Lu Huai’an.
The servants were busy lighting the fireplace, coming and going, making the villa much more lively, with smiles on everyone’s faces.
When Lin Chu came downstairs, she brought the chessboard to the living room, set it up, and said to both of them, "Three out of five games, whoever wins will enjoy my comprehensive one-stop service."
Like back and shoulder massages.
"I can’t exert myself for nothing; the loser will accompany me to set off fireworks at twelve and, if it snows enough, build a snowman in the yard."
She had been silent and calm for a while; her sudden coquettishness left Lu Huai’an a little dazed.
Unconsciously, he pulled her to sit beside him, seeming somewhat interested, "What can you do?"
Lin Chu snorted discontentedly, "Don’t look down on me, I can do a lot, whether it’s worthy of the living room or the kitchen, you name it."
Lu Huai’an was the younger generation, playing chess with his father-in-law; how could he possibly win.
So, Lin Chu was clearly finding excuses to give her father warmth and love, and Lu Huai’an the cold and helplessness.
The servants didn’t seem like they were going to sleep; Lu Huai’an thought about building a snowman in front of everyone and felt a bit of a headache.
Lin Zongjun had different thoughts from them.
He laughed brightly, reminding his son-in-law opposite him, "Huai’an, I’m telling you first, don’t go easy, I can see it, losing a chess game is fine, but losing face is embarrassing."
Lu Huai’an, "..."
Lin gave her dad a thumbs up.
She freed herself from the arms around her waist, got up, and sat beside her father, her head leaning on his solid shoulder.
She winked at Lu Huai’an opposite, "See that? My dad is straightforward, no nonsense."
Lu Huai’an, "..."
Since it was spoken so openly, he wouldn’t play chess with the intention of losing to Lin Zongjun.
The fireplace burned wood, sparks crackling softly in the air.
Outside the window, the first snow was heavy, flakes fluttering down.
Lin Chu peeled fruit on the sofa, feeling a bit dazed.
She watched her father and husband sit together playing chess and drinking tea, not many words were exchanged, but there was an invisible warmth.
Lu Huai’an remained the same, stern and unsmiling, his brows and edges firm and cold, but when speaking to Lin Zongjun, his demeanor was faultless.
For so many years, it has always been just her and her father for the Lin Family’s New Year.
Now, there was an additional him.
The apple in Lin Chu’s hand was peeled for several minutes, and when the last red peel fell off, the initially peeled part had slightly yellowed from oxidation.
At 11:50, the third game ended.
Lin Zongjun lost all three games but laughed happily.
"Not as skilled, I lost," he looked at the time and said to his daughter, "Xiao Chu, put on your coat, Dad will accompany you outside to build a snowman."
