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Chapter 153: Son of Luck

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

However, his mother did not seem to be that happy. Did he draw too little or too much?

“Nothing,” Fu Xin replied casually. Then, she took her phone back and called

Aunt Wang.

“Mom, are you unhappy?” Jiang Xinyuan asked worriedly.

“Mommy doesn’t dare to be happy!” Fu Xin replied, and Aunt Wang’s voice came from the other end of the phone.

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[Fu Xin should be worried that Little Xinyuan will use his longevity to draw the lottery, right?]

[Fu Xin really touched me this time. She actually cares so much about Xinyuan.]

[He’s her biological son. How can she not care? Although she usually looks unreliable.]

[I really admire Jiang Xinyuan’s luck. He managed to draw two crystals in one draw. I can’t believe this is real.]

[Boss’s luck is naturally not bad. You have to know that he will inherit the Jiang

Corporation in the future.]

[If only I were Fu Xin. She’s really a winner in life.]

[Looking at Fu Xin’s nervous expression, I can tell how much she loves Little

Xinyuan.]

[Xinyuan only blessed the little ones in the morning and got three crystals at night. What kind of damn luck is this!] [Xinyuan’s luck is unstoppable!]

[Unstoppable! Unstoppable!]

“Sister Wang, I’ll transfer 200,000 yuan to you later. Once you receive the money, find a reliable welfare organization in the name of Little Xinyuan and donate the money.” Fu Xin’s words were very urgent, as if this matter was very important.

Sister Wang did not dare to ask further and immediately agreed.

After hanging up, Fu Xin transferred 200,000 yuan to Sister Wang’s account. At this moment, the production team came to collect the phone. Fu Xin then handed the phone to Jiang Xinyuan. Jiang Xinyuan carefully held the phone and handed it to the production team.

When he came back, he realized that Huo Ran was not wearing his shoes when he went back just now. He followed Fu Xin to send Huo Ran shoes.

As soon as Jiang Xinyuan left, Fu Xin collapsed on the bed and wiped the sweat off her face. She estimated that drawing a crystal usually costs 3,000 yuan. Now that Little Xinyuan had drawn three, which was 9,000 yuan, donating 200,000 yuan in the name of Little Xinyuan should be able to make up for the luck that Little Xinyuan had just given!

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She was really frightened. She did not dare to let Little Xinyuan draw the lottery again. She did not want to waste his luck at all. If she used up all his luck, what would happen when he grew up?

After Xiao Xinyuan returned with the shoes, he climbed onto the bed. Fu Xin opened her arms and pulled him into her arms. He felt so happy to be hugged like this! After cuddling for a while, Jiang Xinyuan finally asked, “Mom, what happened to you just now?”

Fu Xin was afraid that he would draw the lottery in the future, so she explained to him, “After many people win the grand prize, some will get into a car accident, and some will get very sick. It’s all because they overdrafted their luck. I don’t want my son to be like this. Son, don’t draw the lottery in the future. We have a lot of money and can buy anything you want. You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh…” Jiang Xinyuan understood. His mother was worried about him. That was why she was like that. So his mother was not angry just now. Instead, she was afraid that he had overdrafted his luck.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyuan felt even sweeter. He felt that Fu Xin was the best mother in the world. In his mother’s heart, those gifts were nothing. He was much more important than gifts. Jiang Xinyuan felt that he was about to be spoiled. He rubbed his face against his mother’s body and acted coquettishly!

“You have to listen to Mommy. You’re not allowed to draw the lottery in the future.” Fu Xin wanted to remind him again, afraid that the child wouldn’t remember.

“I know, I’ll listen to you.” Actually, Jiang Xinyuan did not think much of it. His master had told him that he was a lucky nephew. It was normal for him to be lucky, but it was abnormal for him to be unlucky. However, since his mother said so, he still had to listen to her.

“Mom, don’t worry. Didn’t you ask Aunt Wang to donate 200,000 yuan just now? I’ll definitely be fine.” Although Little Xinyuan didn’t have much concept of 200,000 yuan, he knew that it was a lot of money. His mother had donated a lot of money for his safety. As he spoke, he didn’t forget to pat his mother’s back, as if he was comforting Fu Xin.

“I’m relieved to hear that.” Fu Xin finally felt relieved.

“Mom, can I tell you the story of Little Red Riding Hood today?” Jiang Xinyuan saw that it was getting late and they still had to record songs tomorrow. It was better to sleep early. Otherwise, they would not be energetic the next day. He was fine, but he was mainly worried about his mother.

“Okay!” Fu Xin was a little sleepy. She yawned, stretched, and crawled under the blanket.

Jiang Xinyuan held the book and told Fu Xin under the dim light, “There used to be a little girl called Little Red Riding Hood…”

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