After Lu Qianrou was taken away, the vast Lu Family mansion fell into silence for a moment.
Lu Sheng couldn’t help but relax.
After her rebirth, she had allowed Lu Qianrou to jump around for so long; today was finally the day to settle both new and old scores and make her pay for her actions.
"Shengsheng... I’m sorry," Lu Jingyan took a deep breath, his expression filled with guilt as he looked at Lu Sheng, "Big brother once promised to protect you, yet you still suffered so many grievances."
"Big brother has to manage the company’s affairs and also take care of the family, it must be very hard," Lu Sheng earnestly said, "and those grievances aren’t really significant."
Seeing his sister so clever and understanding, Lu Jingyan couldn’t help but show a relieved expression.
It was already late at night, and everyone was exhausted from the events of the evening.
Lu Sheng’s room was given to Lu Youming to sleep in, Lu Jingyan’s room to Lu Ziye, and Lu Siyan’s room was also left in shambles.
With no choice, Lu Sheng and her eldest brother and second brother each found a guest room to settle for the night.
After freshening up and lying on the bed, Lu Sheng finally had time to check her phone.
Lan Yu and Han Jing had sent many messages, asking if everything was okay on her side.
As Lu Sheng was replying to the messages, she suddenly thought of Yao Xuantong.
Lu Qianrou had invited Yao Xuantong over tonight, likely so Yao Xuantong could witness firsthand the sight of her third brother having an episode and rushing to kill her.
Once the news of her third brother having a mental health crisis and brandishing a knife at home is made public, his career in the entertainment industry would surely be ruined.
Even the slightest possibility of this couldn’t be allowed. Thus, Lu Sheng contacted Huo Yu, asking if he could track down Yao Xuantong’s phone number.
Huo Yu was used to staying up late and immediately began to help her find the information after seeing her message.
Half an hour later, Yao Xuantong was lying on the sofa looking at her phone when she suddenly received a few text messages.
[Miss Yao, I am Lu Sheng.]
[I apologize for the poor treatment at tonight’s gathering, especially when I and my third brother argued, and for making such a mess in the room, making you a laughingstock.]
[If Miss Yao visits our home again, we the Lu Family will definitely treat you well.]
Yao Xuantong stared at these messages blankly.
Which family’s argument results in broken window glass, a pillow stabbed through with a knife, a wardrobe completely toppled over and knocking someone out?
Moreover, Lu Ziye’s room door was kicked down, and there were even traces of blood on the door panel from his fists.
This all seemed far from normal.
Saying it was an argument—who would believe that? There definitely must be some secret about Lu Ziye that others don’t know.
Yao Xuantong pursed her lips, planning to ignore Lu Sheng’s messages and continue having a familiar paparazzo dig into Lu Ziye’s affairs.
She suddenly realized how Lu Sheng got her phone number—could it have been given by Lu Qianrou?
Before she could ponder further, Lu Sheng sent a few more messages.
[Miss Yao, I was able to find your phone number in fifteen minutes, and it wouldn’t be difficult to find your address, personal information, and scandals.]
[If you don’t want your phone number and address leaked, or scandals to fill the sky, you’d better not inquire about anything concerning my third brother, or spread any rumors.]
[By ’scandals’, I mean this kind. (Photo sent)]
Seeing the photo sent by Lu Sheng, Yao Xuantong’s eyes widened in shock, almost dropping her phone.
It was actually her bed photograph from when she dated a gangster in high school!
She had meticulously deleted those photos at the start of her career. How had Lu Sheng gotten hold of this photo?!
This was a blatant threat, further implying that Lu Ziye truly had some secrets that couldn’t be revealed.
But now, Yao Xuantong truly dared not pry any further.
If this bed photo were exposed online, and her fans and netizens knew she had a relationship with a gangster and slept with him while she was underage, her pure image would completely crumble.
After sending the photo to Yao Xuantong, Lu Sheng didn’t bother with her anymore.
For a person like Yao Xuantong, seeing such a photo in her hands was more effective than a hundred threats.
Li Muchen hadn’t sent any messages yet, and his phone was off, probably still on the plane.
Lu Sheng turned off her phone and cocooned herself within the blankets, feeling for the first time that human sentiment of missing someone.
Missing how he would envelop her entirely in his arms in bed, missing the faint pleasant scent on him, missing how he patted her back and whispered like coaxing a child, and couldn’t help but leave lingering, affectionate kisses on her neck and earlobes.
Always falling asleep in his arms, being alone now felt a bit unusual.
She also wondered about the state of his grandmother.
An elderly woman with Alzheimer’s disease, who had mysteriously disappeared from a nursing home—where could she have gone?
However, just a few hours earlier, inside a top-tier villa on the outskirts of Jiang City.
A man in his thirties leaned on a large desk, his visage still holding traces of his youthful looks but emanating a gloomy aura, his eyes swirling with cunning and scheming light.
He composed two text messages, sending them to another person.
[Miss Fu, my dear nephew went to Suli overnight, and won’t be returning anytime soon.]
[Regarding our transaction, let’s find a time tomorrow to have a good chat—]