Lu Zhu was very intelligent and guessed Yue Jiannan’s intentions from his behavior.
She immediately spoke righteously, "Comrade journalist, I want to report some issues."
Lu Shao, frightened, quickly said, "Xiaozhu, we are all family, there’s no need to make it so embarrassing."
Lu Zhu sneered, "Family? Did you think of us as family when you greedily took my father’s compensation money?"
Old Lady Lu opened her mouth to scold, but Lu Shao hastily stopped her.
"Xiaozhu, you misunderstood, your grandmother has been holding onto the money, saying she’s saving it for when you go to university."
Yue Jiannan voiced his confusion, "Then why isn’t the money given to Miss Lu’s mother? Isn’t it the same thing?"
Lu Shao argued, "To speak frankly, at the time, your aunt was still young, and we didn’t know her thoughts, what if she wanted to get married later? We certainly couldn’t let her use the compensation money my brother exchanged with his life as a dowry, right?"
Lu Shao was indeed eloquent, but today he encountered Yue Jiannan.
"Listening to it, it sounds quite reasonable, but now that Lu Zhu has grown up, shouldn’t the money be returned?"
Lu Shao awkwardly said, not expecting this journalist to intervene so broadly.
"Return it, of course, we’ll give it to him right after Xiaozhu’s college entrance exam is over."
Lu Zhu spat, "You speak better than you sing, now you’re just cornered by the storm, and once things settle down, my mom and I will be thrown out like garbage again."
The exposed Lu Shao’s family all had unsightly expressions.
Yue Jiannan pretentiously took notes, muttering under his breath.
"To treat the family of a martyr , is it the tragedy of society or the degradation of morals?"
Frightened, Lu Shao hurriedly responded, "That’s not the case! We’ll give you the money right now."
He quickly pulled out his wallet and took out all the money inside.
"Uncle didn’t bring enough money, here’s a part of it for now."
Lu Zhu raised an eyebrow and took the thick stack of money, counting each bill in front of everyone.
Lu Shao’s face looked terrible, filled with annoyance.
Because of his vanity, his wallet was always bulging with a lot of money.
He usually loved seeing people’s envious glances when he took out his wallet.
He didn’t expect that today, under these special circumstances, this money would all benefit Lu Zhu.
His heart was practically bleeding.
Lu Zhu counted and was surprised that the other party had over fourteen hundred yuan on him, which was roughly equivalent to two months of Lu Shao’s salary.
She knew he was vain, but didn’t expect it to this extent.
"Mom, how much was dad’s compensation money in the beginning?"
Zhan Zhenfang, who had been standing there like a part of the scenery, shook her head, "I barely touched the money before it was taken, but it was definitely several thousand."
Unable to keep her silence any longer, Old Lady Lu finally couldn’t hold back and fiercely scolded, "If you hadn’t married this jinx, my son wouldn’t have died, why should you get the compensation money?"
Zhan Zhenfang’s lips trembled, unable to come up with a rebuttal, and could only tightly grip her cane.
Having secured the money, Lu Zhu coldly said, "That’s enough for now, I’ll ask you for the rest later."
Despite the considerable pain, Lu Shao still had to maintain a smile, "It’s only right, after all, you are my niece."
In the past, Lu Shao always appeared amiable, but his actions were extremely ruthless, and whatever he said seemed to be in your best interest.
This was the first time Lu Zhu saw his smile stiffen on his face, almost unable to maintain it, and she felt secretly thrilled.
Fearing that Lu Zhu might make more excessive demands, Lu Shao quickly uttered a few polite remarks urging her to come back soon and then left with his family without looking back.
He probably cursed Yue Jiannan’s ancestors all the way back in his mind—the journalist couldn’t have come at a worse time, causing him such a major loss.
Yue Jiannan only relaxed after the other party was out of sight.
"Alright, Qingqing, you can come out now!"