Volume 1, Chapter 5: Lu Xiaoman Wants to Kill Me

After finishing the call, Lu Xiaoman turned around and saw Lu Mingxi looking around anxiously, frantically searching for something.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered—after that collision just now, was the jade bracelet still intact?

She quickly opened the car door, bent down, and searched around the driver's seat. Finally, she found the gift box near the base between the two seats. The box was half-open, and the jade bracelet lay quietly beside it.

Lu Xiaoman hurriedly picked up the bracelet, turning it over in her hands and inspecting it several times.

Fortunately, it wasn’t damaged.

She needed to find a chance to return this hot potato as soon as possible.

Looking up at her son, she saw the little guy no longer searching for anything but playing with his smartwatch, a smile on his face.

“Xiao Xi.”

The little ball of fluff looked up in surprise, his big, deer-like grape eyes flickering anxiously toward her.

Lu Xiaoman gave him a puzzled look—he always had this guilty expression when he did something wrong.

“I’ve already reported to the insurance company. Someone will take us to the hospital soon,” she said.

Lu Mingxi quickly nodded, his chubby little fingers still busily tapping on the smartwatch.

“Don’t tell your godfather about this. He’s been very busy lately and doesn’t have time for us,” Lu Xiaoman warned.

Lu Mingxi shook his head vehemently.

He wouldn’t dare bother his godfather at a time like this.

Even though his godfather was good to him, he still preferred to see Mommy with his real dad.

He’d been terrified when the little card went missing from his pocket just now. Luckily, he found it under the seat, and now he had to figure out how to call Daddy over.

He shifted his body, trying to unbuckle the seatbelt, but Lu Xiaoman stopped him.

“Don’t move. Someone will be here soon. Shh.”

Accidentally touching the injury on her right arm, Lu Xiaoman inhaled sharply in pain.

“Mommy, does your hand hurt? Do you want me to blow on it? Blowing will make it better,” Lu Mingxi asked worriedly.

Lu Xiaoman smiled at her son. “Blowing won’t fix this; you need to see a doctor.”

“Ah, it’s that serious? Will you… die?”

“No, I won’t,” Lu Xiaoman rolled her eyes at him.

Kids really don’t have a filter.

“But Mommy, you still have to find a job and take care of me. Now that your hand is hurt, how will you manage everything? Maybe…” Lu Mingxi hesitated, wanting to suggest finding a man to take care of them.

“Don’t even think about calling Granny Zhang over. She has her own grandchildren to look after and no time for us right now,” Lu Xiaoman interrupted.

Lu Mingxi’s little mouth moved but ultimately held back the truth.

Anyway, he had already sent the message and created the opportunity. Now it was up to Daddy’s fate.

Unexpectedly, Daddy didn’t come—but instead, a fierce woman appeared.

“Xiaoman?”

Someone called her name. Lu Xiaoman turned to see a familiar face outside the car window.

“Long time no see,” she greeted calmly after a moment of surprise.

The visitor was her close college friend, Chu Yan.

Six years had passed, and the woman standing before Lu Xiaoman was adorned in designer clothes and jewelry, her hair styled in the latest trendy waves, lips painted fiery red, her figure seductive and alluring, accompanied by two black-clad bodyguards.

A far cry from the simple girl who survived on poverty scholarships and classmates' help back in college.

“I didn’t expect it to be you. Why have you come back?” Chu Yan’s face showed no joy at seeing her old friend; instead, there was an unmistakable disdain and a trace of fear she could not conceal.

Lu Xiaoman watched her silently.

Trying to mask her inner turmoil, Chu Yan’s voice turned sharp and threatening: “Lin Yuan belongs to me. Don’t even think about taking him away.”

“You’re imagining things. My return has nothing to do with him,” Lu Xiaoman scoffed.

Chu Yan didn’t believe her. She snarled, “Lu Xiaoman, Lin Yuan chose me. I’ve been by his side all these years. You have no right to covet him—not before, not now, and never.”

Lu Xiaoman lowered her eyes, her pale hand curling slightly. For some reason, a dull ache began to stir in her stomach.

“Bad lady, why do you say such things about Mommy?”

Lu Mingxi finally understood. The woman with lips as red as a monkey’s behind was here to steal Daddy from Mommy.

He had worked so hard to find Daddy and would never let anyone take him away.

Chu Yan looked at the five-year-old boy in the back seat in surprise, her expression shifting repeatedly, finally trembling as she pointed at Lu Mingxi.

“This child is yours? How old is he?”

“Hmph, not telling you. You’re a bad woman,” Lu Mingxi crossed his arms and snorted coldly.

Chu Yan’s expression darkened. Suddenly, she reached through the rear window and grabbed Lu Mingxi in front of her.

She wanted to see exactly who this little bastard resembled.

“What are you doing?” Lu Xiaoman worriedly reached out to grab him.

Chu Yan signaled one of her bodyguards, who stepped forward and forcefully grabbed Lu Xiaoman’s two arms.

Her right hand was already injured; the restraint caused her to cry out in pain, sweat beading on her forehead.

Lu Mingxi grew desperate and scratched at Chu Yan’s face.

“You old, ugly woman! If you dare bully Mommy, I’ll fight you!”

Though small, his quick movements left a faint scratch on Chu Yan’s well-maintained face.

“You damn brat,” Chu Yan cursed viciously and slapped him hard.

Blood dripped from Lu Mingxi’s mouth as he cried out in pain.

Seeing her son hurt, Lu Xiaoman ignored the fracture in her right hand and struggled with all her might to break free from the bodyguard.

She lunged swiftly into the back seat, her left hand flashing like lightning as she grabbed Chu Yan’s slender neck, her thumb and forefinger precisely pressing on her throat.

“Are you looking for death?”

Lu Xiaoman exerted pressure with her left hand.

“Ah…”

Chu Yan cried out in pain as her airway was instantly blocked, an unprecedented suffocating sensation washing over her.

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