Old Wang, the groom driving the carriage, raised his whip and shouted, "WHOA~"
The carriage carrying Lu Yuan and Su Liyan came to a steady halt at the Lu Mansion's entrance.
The groom, Old Wang, spoke to the carriage behind him, "Nephew Master... oh, no, Mr. Lu, we've arrived."
Lu Yuan's slightly breathless voice came from inside the carriage: "Just a moment!"
"Of course, Sir!" Old Wang the groom put away his whip and sat outside the carriage's curtained door.
Inside, Lu Yuan and Su Liyan were busy getting dressed.
Su Liyan, wiping Lu Yuan's 'vomit' off her clothes, complained softly, "Honey, look at this! You should have just kept it inside. Why did you have to pull out? It got all over my clothes."
Lu Yuan muttered under his breath while straightening his own clothes, "Darling, it's only been a little over a year since Bengbeng was born. I was counting the days... I was worried it wasn't safe."
Su Liyan asked in disbelief, "Honey, you know about that?"
