Wei Luo picked up a hibiscus cake. She was half-done eating it, when she noticed Changhong hadn’t moved his chopsticks, but his gaze was firmly locked on her. Not in a hurry to eat, she put down the chopsticks, and holding her cheek, asked: “Changhong, why aren’t you eating? Are you full just from watching me?”
Changhong wasn’t hungry as he still hadn’t gotten over his shock, after listening to Wei Luo’s words from earlier. More mature than his peers, he could understand what had happened. He knew what ‘slave trader’ meant. Although he wasn’t too intimate with Madam Du, usually he’d show respect for her and regard her as an elder. It never crossed his mind she would harm Wei Luo.
Pursing his lips, Changhong slowly and solemnly said: “Ah Luo, I’ll protect you from now on.”
Wei Luo’s hand paused over her food, and raised her head to stare at him blankly. She’d never had the chance to hear such words in her previous life. Though they really affected her, Changhong was still only six years old. She’d lived ten years longer than him, it made more sense for her to protect him.
There was no trace of the sadly sobbing in Wei Kun’s bosom appearance on Ah Luo’s face. She picked up a piece of gourd chicken and held it in front of him, asking with a smile: “You’re younger than me, how can you protect me?”
Changhong anxiously raised his head to argue: “Only younger by an hour!”
Oh, he was actually younger than her in that way as well. Ah Luo didn’t bicker with him over that, and shook the chicken between the chopsticks, “Are you eating or not? My hand is all sore from holding it up.”
Of course, Changhong ate it. As he chewed, he suddenly remembered, “The maidservant said you were brought back by a bodyguard. Who is he?”
He unexpectedly thought of the point that even Wei Kun hadn’t taken note of.
Wei Luo thought it really wasn’t an easy matter to explain, so from the thousand words, she formed a single sentence: a good-hearted person passed through there by chance, and conveniently rescued her.
Saying that, Zhu Geng was too cheap. Instead of saving her, he wanted to deliver her to his master for retribution.
Changhong didn’t think much of it and didn’t ask further. They sat on the bed and finished eating their meal. When the maidservant went forward to tidy up the tableware, they heard someone announce from outside that Madam Du had come back.