She thought back to yesterday when she had invited Lu Huashan but had been rejected.
And now, Lu Huashan was practically begging Xia Weibao to go out for a birthday celebration, and Yan Weiyang wasn’t just feeling suffocated; her lungs were tight with frustration.
Xia Weibao was about to say that she had plans with her husband today.
But before she could speak up, Lu Hualiang had already come downstairs.
He was dressed in a suit of beige homewear, descending the white staircase with the elegance and grace of a descendant of the British nobility.
His expression was cold, and his presence was as commanding as an emperor’s.
Such an outstanding man, even a mere glance could make one fall deeply.
Watching him coming down step by step, Yan Weiyang couldn’t help but stand up.
Her hands placed in front of her, she stood quietly and politely, her cheeks slightly flushed, her heartbeat nearly out of control.
"Director Lu," she said in a tender, soft voice, genteel and mild.
With the demeanor of a young lady.
Lu Hualiang glanced at her standing in the host’s spot and then at Xia Weibao and Lu Huashan, sitting on the side sofa; his expression remained unreadable, but his brows furrowed slightly.
Seeing him come down, Yan Weiyang knew it wouldn’t be good to keep occupying the host’s seat.
So she hurriedly pushed the food box in front of her forward, "Director Lu, this is from my mom. She asked me to bring it for you."
After speaking, she moved to the sofa on the other side.
Lu Hualiang, expressionless, sat down next to Xia Weibao.
The host’s seat was now vacant.
Yan Weiyang’s face stiffened.
Xia Weibao turned her head, her smile growing even brighter, "Hubby~"
Her coquettish voice softened Lu Hualiang’s otherwise stern face.
Yan Weiyang, feeling overlooked, had her smile freeze on her face once again, utterly awkward.
In the living room, five people were present: Lu Hualiang, Lu Huashan, and Xia Weibao were seated, with Housekeeper Fu standing to one side.
And she also stood, feeling just like a servant alongside Housekeeper Fu.
Yan Weiyang could only sit down, trying to hide her discomfort.
"Brother, Baby said she would go out with me today and not bring you along," spoke Lu Huashan.
Beauty, I don’t recall saying that, right?
Lu Hualiang’s eyes narrowed, the air around him instantly growing cold.
"Housekeeper Fu, who let her in?"
Housekeeper Fu instinctively glanced at Yan Weiyang.
Yan Weiyang felt a sudden pang of panic in her heart.
"Did you take my words for wind?"
The stringent coldness in his tone made Housekeeper Fu’s heart quiver, and he decisively pushed Yan Weiyang out to face the consequences.
"Sir, I had locked the door to prevent the Second Miss from entering, but Miss Yan..."
"Are you in the service of the Presidential Mansion?"
It implied, How could you listen to an outsider!
Housekeeper Fu wiped his sweat, daring not to speak anymore.
As for Yan Weiyang, her face turned pale with fear.
Feeling timid, although she liked Lu Hualiang, she was also terrified of him.
His presence was too overpowering.
Yet it was precisely this regal aura, so powerful, that drew her in deep.
Fear mingled with a sense of humiliation.
Lu Hualiang’s words clearly indicated she had no right to order around in Lu Garden.
In her current position, her presumptuous self-importance was simply embarrassing.
"Housekeeper Fu, change the cushion on the primary seat, and remember clearly who your master is," Lu Hualiang interrupted her in a cold voice without an ounce of mercy.
His ruthless words turned Yan Weiyang’s face deathly pale, her tightly clenched body trembling, as if she had been bullied.
Housekeeper Fu quickly agreed, cursing Yan Weiyang in his heart for countless times over!
Really, acting like the daughter of the President, but not knowing the first thing about manners.
Never had he seen a guest take the host’s seat in someone else’s home and behave so arrogantly, as if she owned the place. Do you really think the whole world belongs to you?