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(The Forgotten Deserted Island (8)

“Not yet. We did a preliminary analysis, but I’ve never seen or heard of such ingredients before,” the doctor said in embarrassment.

Su Yu touched his forehead, feeling frustrated.

It had been bad enough that Qin Chu was in a coma and there was no news about Huo Mian.

Now someone even tried to do something to Qin Chu. Things were getting worse and worse…

– In the Su Family’s Mansion –

After a bath, the twins were listening to music and reading a book in bed.

Little Bean had fallen asleep while she was video chatting with Gao Boyuan.

Pudding had turned off the video for her.

She was about to go to the bathroom when the window opened silently.


Hearing the soft voice, Pudding was startled.

“Do you still remember me?” Lu Yan sat on the windowsill and smiled at her in a dashing way.


Pudding had an astonishing memory; since she had seen Lu Yan before, she recognized her immediately.

Her mom had told her that this was their auntie who had a very, very close relationship with them.

Auntie had bought lots of jewelry of exorbitant prices for her and her younger sister.

“Good girl. Come and give me a hug.”

Lu Yan opened her arms, and Pudding dashed over and hugged Lu Yan tightly.

Although she had spent little time with Lu Yan, much less than with Qin Ning and even Jiang Xiaowei and Zhu Lingling, miraculously, she felt an unnamed closeness with Lu Yan as if she had known Lu Yan for a long time.

“Auntie…” Pudding’s voice shook as she greeted Lu Yan.

Lu Yan lifted the kid’s chin and saw tears on her face.

“Why are you crying? Are you not happy to see Auntie?”

“No. I’m very happy to see Auntie…”

“Are you crying because of happiness?” Lu Yan chuckled.

“Auntie, do you know… the smell on you reminds me of my mom,” Pudding said slowly.

Lu Yan felt warmed inside when she heard Pudding’s words.

“Pudding, I know what happened to your mom. Auntie returned for it.”

“Auntie, Mom said…you’re super powerful.”

“Really? Did your mommy tell you that?”

Pudding nodded in emphasis. “Mom said Auntie is awesome… You can do anything.”

“Yes. So, if I tell you I’ll find your mom and save your Dad, will you believe me?”

“I do.” Pudding nodded happily.

“Where’s Little Bean? She went to bed so early?” With Pudding in her arms, Lu Yan leaped down from the windowsill without making a sound.

“Yeah. She’s been feeling low for the last couple of days because she misses Mom and Dad badly… I didn’t tell her the truth.”

“You did a good job of taking care of your sister.” Lu Yan gave her a thumbs-up to show her appreciation.

Lu Yan walked to stand beside Little Bean and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

“My little pig… You look exactly like your sister. Two little cute girls.”

Lu Yan felt closer to Huo Mian and her twins more than anyone could imagine.

Despite the heavy guard of the Su Family mansion, Lu Yan still broke in.

Qiao Fei was outside to keep watch and didn’t come in.

Due to her special background, she couldn’t meet Su Yu and had to see the kids in secret.

“Pudding, I have good news for you.”

“What good news?”

“Do you want to see your grandpa?” Lu Yan asked.

“Grandpa?” Pudding remembered the old man she had seen in the U.S. Her mom later told her that he was her grandpa. It sounded miraculous.

But she remembered the husband of the grandma in China was dead. Since her mom didn’t say more about the topic, Pudding hadn’t dared to ask more questions.

“I do.”

“Then let’s call him and ask him to come back and save your Dad, okay?” Lu Yan pointed at the smartwatch on her wrist and looked at Pudding dotingly.



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