Under Lu Shiyi's management, the Yu Corporation flourished. Much of the product packaging he designed featured Yu Qingchuan's artwork, and nearly everything sold out. Yu Chenyi enjoyed an easy, carefree life. While his peers were still fuming over their spoiled, unambitious heirs, he looked at his four handsome sons and could practically wake up laughing from his dreams.
His only regret was that there were no grandchildren.
It wasn't that he insisted on having children to carry on the bloodline. He simply thought it was a shame. Every one of these boys had outstanding genes. If they really had a child, how clever would that child be?
One day, Yu Chenyi brought it up over a family meal, and Yu Qingchuan found himself a little tempted.
Having a child like Brother Yi really did sound wonderful.
Yu Qingluo felt the same way and couldn't help looking at his brother. Given his brother's incredible experiences, surely he would have a way?
A day later, a flowerpot appeared in their spacious, luxurious villa. Astonishingly, a lotus grew inside it.
This lotus was about five times larger than an ordinary one, with exquisite petals and clearly defined veins. Occasional glimmers of light swept across it, revealing its extraordinary nature.
Their child was inside this bud, formed from the vital blood essence of both fathers. When the flower bloomed, their child would be born.
Of course, it wouldn't take as long as ten months. Only three.
Yu Qingchuan tended it lovingly, chatting with the baby every day or providing prenatal stimulation. After a month, there was movement inside the bud, much like a baby kicking in the womb. Specifically, when Yu Qingchuan reached out to stroke the bud, it would nuzzle his hand, conveying its happiness.
When Lu Shiyi stood nearby, however, the bud