I Have Become the Villain's Daughter

Chapter 9: Auntie Song Qingwan

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Song Qingwan had always had a fiery temperament. The tone of her voice was cold and imposing. “Why did it take you so long to pick up the phone?” she asked.

Lu Qinghan replied calmly, “I was busy.”

Song Qingwan smiled coldly, “Busy? I know that you hate picking up my calls. You’re afraid that I’m going to tell you to get married again, right?”

Lu Junhan remained silent.

When she realized that he was like that again, Song Qinghan almost burst out laughing from anger and frustration.

She knew her nephew’s nature like she knew the back of her hand. He was cold, sinister, malicious, and forms grudges easily.

After his parents’ sudden deaths, her old man had so many children that he couldn’t be bothered to care about his or Lu Anran’s life. That was why she was forced to raise them personally.

If it wasn’t for that, he would have already hung up the call.

Her eagerness for him to get married and have children was proportional to how much he hated women and children. Over the course of time, she had come to recognize both him and Lu Anran as her own children.

And old people like her all suffered from the same disease. They wanted grandchildren, desperately.

She was getting old. Everyone else around her were getting grandchildren, except for her. Lu Junhan despised children and hated the thought of interacting with women, whereas Lu Anran had a sickness that prevented her from giving birth. Naturally, she was getting more and more anxious about the matter.

“I don’t care. So long as you don’t give me a grandchild, I will never stop pestering you! Even our neighbor Old Wang’s dogs had a litter of puppies already, and what do you have? Nothing! Look at them, and then look at yourself. What am I supposed to do with you if you’re this useless?”

Lu Junhan massaged his temples with his fingers. With a helpless tone, he replied, “Have you seen anyone comparing themselves with dogs?”

“You are so useless that you can’t even be compared to a dog. You think you have the right to stop me from drawing up such a comparison?”

Song Qingwan was not holding back at all. This was already the fourth year of her persistent campaign to get him married so she could have a grandson. If she held back and asked politely, she would be considered lucky to see Lu Junhan married while she was alive, never mind seeing a grandchild of her own.

“Anyways, this is where I draw the line. I don’t care who you like, who you want to marry, as long as she can get me a chubby grandson, I don’t care if she’s a dog, or that her mother’s a pig, we will let her marry into our Lu Family with the highest honor!”

“…”

This old woman’s desperation for a grandchild was driving her insane.

Song Qingwan really was going crazy over this topic. If you’re wondering why, it was because there was a throne to be inherited, and she didn’t care much about granddaughters.

Take Lu Junhan’s younger sister Lu Anran as an example. Whenever she looked at her weak and helpless personality, she wanted to smack her to death with one single slap. This was partly why her impression of girls was so twisted.

All these years, she had been looking for a medicinal formula to get a grandson. Finally, they have found the formula, but Lu Junhan didn’t want to get married, something which distressed her greatly.

Lu Junhan said coldly, “We’ll talk about this later. I still have something to attend to. Bye.”

Realizing that he was about to ignore her words again, Song Qingwan felt powerless. She held back the urge to scream into his ears. Instead, she deliberately softened her tone.

“Listen to me boy, it’s not that I want to force you. Realize that this is for your own good.”

“You know about your parents’ car accident.”

“If it wasn’t because of the fact that they had a son, everything your father struggled to create and the Lu Family would have already been snatched away by your uncle.”

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“And even if you accidentally died, you’d still have a grandson to pass your position over to!”

Lu Junhan didn’t get angry despite how harsh her words sounded. It was as if he was already grown accustomed to the way his aunt talked and her temperament as a whole. He told her calmly, “I’m not interested. If you want one, you can go and have another baby yourself. I don’t mind getting an extra uncle.”

Song Qinghan was speechless, “If I could, I would’ve done so. Like hell, I’d place so much hope on someone as useless as you!” 

All these years, Song Qingwan played the role of both the father and the mother to them. She had treated Lu Junhan and his sister Lu Anran as her own children, placing all her attention on them.

By the time they had grown up and were capable of supporting themselves, the chance for her to fall in love and have her own kids had already expired a long, long time ago.