"I'm not Yan Xiangma."
Li Mu Yang lowered his head and rubbed his hands together, speaking with great embarrassment.
He had struggled with it the entire journey, only finding the courage to speak the truth after arriving at the Lu Family in the capital.
He wasn't Yan Xiangma, and he couldn't continue being Yan Xiangma. Otherwise, what reason could he give for meeting his own parents and family?
"Not Yan Xiangma?" Gongsun Yu asked in bewilderment. He was her lifesaving benefactor, not a murderous enemy—so why had he used a false name?
"I knew it." The chubby Lu Tianyu tried to climb up from the ground again. After testing the waters and finding that his father showed no reaction, he briskly straightened up and said, "A name like Yan Xiangma isn't one that everyone would be willing to take. If you're not Yan Xiangma, then who are you? Why did you name yourself Yan Xiangma? I have to say, that name is unbelievably ugly."
"I know." Lu Qingming's gaze was gentle as he said with a smile, "I knew you weren't Yan Xiangma."
"You knew?" Li Mu Yang was stunned. He had hidden it so well—how had Uncle Lu known from the beginning? Besides, if he knew Li Mu Yang wasn't Yan Xiangma, why had he never brought it up? Instead, he had kept mentioning old matters between the Lu and Yan Families along the way, leaving Li Mu Yang in an excruciatingly awkward position, often not knowing how to respond.
"Yan Xiangma has lived in Jiangnan for many years, and I haven't seen him in quite some time. But he came from the Yan Family of the capital, after all. A few years ago, when his family came to the capital for the New Year, I saw him once.