Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

ver to her, planted his hands on either side of her face, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“I thought you said you wanted to go to bed.
Why are you still lying here?”

Lu Liangwei shot him a look, exasperated when she met his crystal clear eyes.

He did not look drunk in the least!

Huffing, she suddenly threw her arms around his neck and whined, “I want you to carry me…”

Long Yang’s heart thumped and melted into a puddle.
At the sight of her endearing behavior, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
“Of course.” Then, he swept her up into his arms effortlessly.

Gazing at the girl in his arms, he suddenly coaxed her gently, “Weiwei, let go.”

Lu Liangwei was puzzled, but she did as she was told.

Long Yang’s lips quirked, and without warning, he tossed her into the air.

Lu Liangwei let out a terrified squeal.

She had been wrong.
The Emperor was undoubtedly drunk.

Why else would he toy with her like that?

Just when she felt that she was about to hit the floor, the man’s strong arms caught her securely.

She patted her chest in relief.
Just when she was about to scold him, he hugged her close as if she were a precious stone and pressed his forehead to hers affectionately.
“Was that fun?”

Lu Liangwei wanted to snap at him, but when she met his adoring eyes, she stifled her reprimand.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, unwilling to let go.
“You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” Long Yang replied amiably and nuzzled his forehead against hers, his voice gentle and loving.
“I forgot myself for a bit just now.
I was just too happy.”

“For what?”

“For being blessed with Second Miss Lu in my life.”

Lu Liangwei stared wide-eyed at him.

She had to admit that the Emperor was particularly charming when he whispered sweet nothings to her.

She nuzzled up against him.
“Me too.”

Long Yin and Yaoyao were fast asleep in bed, completely unaware that their parents had lain down beside them.

As usual, Long Yang slept near the outer edge of the bed while Lu Liangwei slept on the inner edge with the two children between them.

Lu Liangwei gazed at her sleeping children contentedly, then said goodnight to Long Yang in a soft voice.

“Goodnight.” After giving her a long, tender look, Long Yang put out the bedside candle with a wave of his hand.

…

Time flew by swiftly.
After Lu Tingchen and Chu Jiu were engaged, they decided to have their wedding during early spring the following year.

To facilitate the wedding ceremony, Chu Jiu moved into Zhao Qian’s private residence in advance.

Before that, Zhao Qian officially recognized Chu Jiu as his goddaughter.

That night, he specially hosted a dinner party.
He was so happy that he ended up having a little too much to drink, and he got himself drunk before the guests did.

“I have a daughter now…”

Zhao Qian was as drunk as a lord, but he kept repeating those words over and over merrily.
Anyone could tell that he was in high spirits.