Chapter 73 – Extra: Heaven Knows How Sought-After the Little One Is
Lu Xiao occasionally sneaked the kid to work with him. Anyway, once the office door was shut, it didn’t matter where the child wiped the floor.
When Baby Meng Lingxiao was playing in the storage room at home, he discovered the family nameplates. He wiped them one by one until they shone, then lined them up on the floor. He vaguely recognized the characters—this one was Daddy’s, this one Uncle’s, this one Ningning’s…
Everyone had one. Why didn’t the baby have one?
The set of nameplates Lu Xiao had asked Bai He to move back had been used three times in total. Later, once everyone’s position in the family gradually stabilized and the rankings were fixed, they were no longer needed.
Then Sweet Baby was born. Different combinations of people took turns feeding the little one, seats started getting mixed up again, and Lu Xiao felt both willing and powerless.
Lu Xiao said, “Kiddo, I’ll get one customized for you too.”
Everyone’s nameplate had a title attached, so Lu Xiao made one for his son as well.
For example: Chairman, Lu Fengge.
For example: Floor Wiper, Meng Lingxiao.
Lu Xiao lifted his son up. “Kiddo, your task right now is to wipe the floor properly. No need to master eight languages at three years old.”
Sweet Baby nodded vigorously, clenched his little fists. “Okay, Daddy!”
Lu Xiao instructed, “When wiping the floor, don’t be greedy. Wipe one tile at a time. Don’t jump from one spot to another so Daddy can’t find you at a glance, okay?”
Sweet Baby drew out his voice. “Okaaay.”
Agreement reached, the kid was secretly brought to the company.
The little one obediently wiped around Lu Xiao’s luxurious executive desk for a whole hour, a ‘Floor Wiper’ badge hanging on his chest—far more eye-catching than his dad’s entertainment CEO seal.
The Lu Group had dedicated intelligent robots for transporting documents. They could swipe elevators on their own and reach designated offices.
Level-one robots could only travel between ordinary offices; executive-level robots specialized in shuttling between the presidential offices. They looked a lot like hotel delivery robots, with a safe embedded in their belly for documents.
Baby Lingxiao quickly became obsessed with the document-delivery robot. Learning that Robot Brother’s next stop was Uncle Xilan’s office, the kid quietly stepped on the robot’s back wheel, climbed up, grabbed a protrusion, and pressed himself firmly against it.
Today, Meng Xueyuan had dressed Sweet Baby in off-white; the robot was also white. At first glance, it looked like a big white bear carrying a little white bear.
The little white bear was tiny, completely hidden by the big white bear.
As long as no one deliberately crashed into it, the big white bear’s suction power was strong. After all, the president occasionally had it deliver a cup of coffee to the secretary, pretending it was an important document—only to open it and find it was a flirting stunt.
Lu Xiao gestured for the assistant to see it off. The assistant hurried after it, followed the robot in and out of the elevator, and watched it glide unobstructed into the chief legal officer’s office.
The assistant stopped there.
Robots didn’t need to knock—another advantage of robotic delivery. They didn’t interrupt the recipient’s train of thought. Humans, on the other hand, had to knock.
Lin Xilan and Lu Yushu were searching for loopholes in a contract, considering where to break through.
Working in perfect sync, the couple found it even faster than usual, quickly discussing a plan that would leave the other party with no chance of turning the tables.
Lu Yushu took off his glasses and set them aside. “Secretary Lin, don’t you feel your adrenaline spiking?”
For someone sexually indifferent, one couldn’t expect too much hormonal response. Moments like these—hitting a weak point and reversing the situation in a legal showdown—when Secretary Lin’s emotions stirred, were the best moments to make a move.
They were already sitting side by side. Lu Yushu leaned back slightly, clearing space between himself and the desk, grasped the armrest of Lin Xilan’s office chair, and pulled both man and chair over, wedging him into the dead corner of the desk. His leather shoe pinned the wheel.
Lu Yushu still sat perfectly straight, looking nothing like a hooligan. “Let’s kiss.”
Lin Xilan said, “The Third Young Master’s office just sent over new documents.”
Lu Yushu said, “Leave them.”
Lin Xilan said, “They’re urgent—”
Even urgent matters could wait a few minutes.
Baby Lingxiao waited and waited, but Uncle Xilan still didn’t come to take the documents. He struggled to poke his little face out from behind the big robot, reminding them worriedly, “Uncle Yi, take the documents.”
“Tsk.” Lu Yushu was bitten in urgency by Lin Xilan. He wasn’t annoyed—he even calmly appreciated for a second Secretary Lin’s rare emotional fluctuation.
“Go take the documents,” Lin Xilan ordered his boss.
Lu Yushu turned his head and saw the kid clinging tightly to the robot’s finger, fingertips straining white from the grip.
He pushed his chair back and stood up, went over and lifted the kid down. Climbing like a vine was a baby’s instinct; learning to settle down took practice.
The little floor wiper was placed in the executive chair. He looked around. “Uncle Xilan, do you need me to wipe the desk?”
Lin Xilan said, “Sure. Come wipe my desk.”
He carried the kid over, set him on his own desk, and handed him a cloth.
Uncle and Uncle-Yi had two desks—but only one bed. Don’t underestimate a floor wiper. Floor-wiping kids knew the group’s secrets best!
Next, he’d go see how many desks Uncle Big Brother and Uncle Bai He used.
Lu Yushu smiled as he sent the kid up to the top executive office. He wasn’t stupid—though interrupted, he made sure to confirm “you owe me a kiss” with Lin Xilan before letting him go. If you kissed in the office, you could still kiss again at home at night.
He wasn’t the eldest brother. Using this method, he actually profited quite a bit.
The kid’s favorite thing was handing out fruit after meals. He’d lift a peach and shake it—he could tell whether it was sweet.
The sweetest went to Daddy.
The next sweetest to Uncle Xilan.
Then to Uncle Bai He.
The least sweet went to Big Uncle and Second Uncle, because they didn’t like sweets.
Inside the Lu Group, leave requests always popped up. Too lazy to think of excuses, people just wrote “sick leave.” Sometimes it was to go home and take care of the kid; sometimes they used “taking care of the kid” as an excuse to go on dates with their spouses.
Why were the chairman and the three brothers taking sick leave in rotation? Did the Lu family have some hereditary illness to treat?
Lu Fengge pulled up the past half-year leave records of his three sons, closed his eyes briefly. If being love-brained counted as a hereditary disease.
Back in his own youth… forget it. Not exactly glorious either.
Online, some marketing accounts loved focusing on melodramatic feuds in wealthy families, dissecting marital ties down to every detail.
Recently, the hot topic was the internal strife of the Lu family.
As Lu Xiao retires from entertainment and enters the Lu Group’s management, the balance among the three brothers is broken, and the power struggle has nearly reached a fever pitch. To gain more leverage in front of Lu Fengge, one relies on personal ability—and on grandchildren.
Everyone knows Lu Xiao married a man; the probability of heirs is extremely low. This is his weakness in the power struggle. Meanwhile, the eldest and second young masters have both appeared publicly with their sons, accompanied by secretaries to pick out clothes for them.
Pictures accompanied the post—Lu Lou taking a kid to buy clothes, Lu Yushu taking a kid to buy toys. Obviously long-distance shots; not a single clear frontal shot of the child’s face.
[In the past, palace intrigue relied on sons; now business wars still rely on sons. The methods of high society remain so simple and unadorned…]
[I’m Lu Fengge, I pick the first baby. Even without a clear face, the way he clings tightly to Dad’s leg is too cute.]
[I pick the first baby too—this milky little side cheek, I’d bite it.]
[I’m already moved by this little one. Lu Fengge must be even more moved. If Lu Xiao loses, will he return to entertainment?]
[I think so. One mountain can’t hold two tigers. Even the rumored marriage-averse eldest young master is holding a son now—shows how fierce the brothers’ fight is.]
[It means the three brothers are evenly matched. Lu Fengge can’t decide, so now it’s time to compare the third generation.]
[My bro and sis-in-law lost at the starting line. It’s okay—come back and I’ll still buy what you endorse.]
Lately, whenever corporate bosses met Lu Fengge, they always congratulated him—congratulations on another grandson, so many grandsons indeed.
At first, Lu Fengge was utterly confused, thinking it was influencer hype about an illegitimate child, and was about to send out a lawyer’s letter on his son’s behalf. Shen Ning stopped him after finishing the gossip.
“No rush. It really is your grandson.”
Lu Fengge’s sharp brows knitted together. “Whose?”
Which son dared marry into the bee clan and still have two boats in the water?
Shen Ning said, “No one’s. It’s all the same grandson.”
Lu Fengge: “……”
Who understood the sheer value of that one grandson?
…
Through a series of maneuvers, Lu Xiao’s vast solo-fanbase was reverse-refined into CP fans.
The remaining solo fans no longer called themselves solo fans—they called themselves career fans.
Career—whether in entertainment or the CEO world, my guy’s career must reach the top.
Having eaten the wealthy-family gossip, anxious night guards flooded Meng Xueyuan’s DMs.
“Can you and my bro have one too? Even though the probability is basically fantasy, effort brings hope.”
“This is my grandma’s ancestral baby-making secret recipe—never shared before. Today I give it to you and my bro.”
“Ahhh but somehow it feels like you two still can’t have a baby cuter than Second Young Master Lu’s, sob.”
“Is my bro really out of the race? Can you still go on reality shows together?”
Using childbirth to climb ranks wasn’t very honorable. Career fans only dared say it in private messages.
Meng Xueyuan opened his DMs and got slapped in the face by a sea of fertility recipes.
He actually didn’t need them much.
When Lu Xiao heard about it, he wasn’t anxious. At least he didn’t go insane like his eldest brother—who once posted his secretary everywhere after the secretary went on a farming variety show and netizens mistook him for the secretary’s partner.
For a period of time, all Lu Group events requiring executive-level interviews were monopolized by Lu Yushu, and every joint appearance inevitably included Lin Xilan.
Lu Xiao and Meng Xueyuan had discussed it and decided not to make Sweet Baby’s existence public for now.
Things were good as they were—no frequent trending appearances, lower chances of being recognized on the street.
He could freely take the kid out, bring him to parks to randomly meet other children. The uncles and aunties in the park weren’t sensitive to entertainment news; Lu Xiao could even chat casually with them.
He partially fulfilled that promise: “I won’t work; I’ll stay home and take care of the kid.”
…
At an event Meng Xueyuan attended, a reporter asked about Lu Xiao’s career and whether he’d been under pressure lately.
Meng Xueyuan’s mind stirred—this was a good chance to clarify things, like how wealthy families weren’t really that melodramatic.
He said, “Actually, Lu Xiao and his brothers have a very good relationship. There’s no deliberate competition.”
The reporter clearly didn’t believe it. Back when Lu Xiao was still in entertainment, he’d mentioned his brothers before. At the time, no one knew his background and assumed they were ordinary brothers. Judging from Lu Xiao’s attitude, the sibling relationship seemed very average. Now Meng Xueyuan, a wealthy spouse, had learned to smooth things over.
Meng Xueyuan: “……”
Fine. Lu Xiao, you can explain it yourself someday.
He himself had been fooled by Lu Xiao for a long time too.
Lu Xiao said they fought every day. True—lose the fight and you go to work; win the fight and you take leave to go on dates with the kid, dumping all the complicated work on the other two brothers.
Heaven knows how sought-after the little one is.
The CEO says he wants a date? The secretary refuses—addicted to work.
But say you’re taking the baby to buy clothes, and the secretary unhooks their badge and strides along.
Lu Xiao commented: Useless. When I date my wife, I don’t need excuses.
