Sun Wen and Sun Wu, having experienced driving people away the first time, found it much easier this time.
The second master had a noble status, but defying the old lady was like lighting a lantern in a cesspit—looking for (shit) trouble!
"Let me go! This is my home, I’m not leaving!!!" Lu Zhenqing roared in anger.
Unfortunately, Lu Zhenqing, pampered for years, was weak and no match for the well-trained Sun Wen and Sun Wu. Despite his protests, he was thrown out of the Lu Family’s gates by the two men.
"Throw that thing out too!" Mrs. Lu pointed at Shen Man’s coffin, her tone fierce.
This time, Sun Wen and Sun Wu didn’t dare move.
Throwing out Lu Zhenqing was one thing; at least he was alive. Would they be afraid of a living person?
But Shen Man had just died under mysterious circumstances. They didn’t dare to carry the coffin!
"What? Didn’t you hear me?" Mrs. Lu’s face darkened when she saw they weren’t moving.
Sun Wen and Sun Wu looked to Xia Mian for help.
Xia Mian rummaged through her bag, took out two talismans, and stuck them on Shen Man’s coffin with a slap.
"Alright, you can take her out now!" Xia Mian clapped her hands, "Her soul is gone; she won’t harm you."
Only then did Sun Wen and Sun Wu muster the courage to carry the coffin out.
The hall was quickly cleaned up by the servants, though Mrs. Lu’s expression remained sour.
Lu Zechuan was silent for a moment before stepping forward to comfort her, "Grandma, don’t be upset. You still have me!"
Mrs. Lu turned to look at Lu Zechuan, her gaze softening, "Yes, I still have Ah Chuan! My Ah Chuan, you must take care of yourself."
The curse that Lu Zechuan wouldn’t live past twenty-five always lingered in Mrs. Lu’s mind.
Although the strange incidents involving Lu Zechuan had decreased recently, the increasingly abnormal occurrences at home left her worried.
Mrs. Lu’s gaze flicked to Xia Mian, involuntarily recalling the scene of Xia Mian casually taking out a talisman and sticking it on Shen Man’s coffin earlier.
This girl is quite bizarre too...
Back then, unaware of Shen Xiang’s oddity, she agreed to the Shen Family’s marriage proposal, and after Shen Xiang entered the family, bizarre events befell Lu Family.
Now, knowing Xia Mian’s peculiarity, would she let the past tragedy repeat?
Burdened with worries, unable to speak to anyone about it, Mrs. Lu waved Sister-in-law Zhang over to help her back to her room for rest.
In the silence of the room, Xia Mian approached Lu Zechuan and held his hand, "Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, the Lu Family and you will be fine."
Lu Zechuan smiled slightly, "Thank you, my Mianmian."
Xia Mian smiled faintly, "If you truly appreciate my efforts, make sure to repay me well later."
Lu Zechuan’s eyes flickered, his thoughts stirred, "Alright."
This night was destined not to be peaceful.
Lu Zhenqing was thrown out of the house by Mrs. Lu, along with Shen Man’s coffin being tossed far away. Lu Zhenqing loved Shen Man all his life, yet in the end, could not even give her a proper funeral!
Driven to despair, Lu Zhenqing kept vigil over Shen Man’s coffin on the midnight streets of Beijing, unabashedly weeping.
Whether or not his profound affection moved the heavens, a clap of thunder rang out, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and a torrential downpour ensued!
Lu Zhenqing was drenched to the bone in an instant.
A flash of lightning illuminated Shen Man’s portrait on the coffin, her pale face, subtly curved lips, seemingly smiling at Lu Zhenqing.
Lu Zhenqing screamed in terror, his heart pounding, forgetting any romantic sentiments as he scrambled to his feet and fled!
Not long after Lu Zhenqing fled, a shadow flickered from behind a large tree.
The person sneered disdainfully in the direction Lu Zhenqing had escaped, "Pah! What nonsense! He claimed deep love for my Mannan! This is what he calls deep love?"
The visitor was none other than Murong Shuang.
With both Shen Man and Gu Xiang’s deaths and Shen Fei utterly disappointed in her, instructing the servants to ignore her words before heading to the hospital.
Deserted by the Shen Family servants, with no assistance forthcoming, she had no choice but to seek Lu Zhenqing’s help with Shen Man’s aftermath, only to find this good-for-nothing made her daughter’s death a further indignity!
Murong Shuang took a deep breath; the downpour blurred her vision, making it unclear if her eyes held tears or rain.
Eventually, she called the funeral home, requesting them to remove Shen Man’s coffin.
If a grand burial was impossible, she at least wanted to preserve Shen Man’s final dignity.
After having the funeral home take Shen Man’s coffin, with nowhere else to go, Murong Shuang instinctively drove back to the Shen Family.
The lights of the Shen Family shone on; the rain veiled the scenery, cloaking the Shen manor with an ethereal glow.
Murong Shuang stood at the entrance, hesitant to enter.
Today’s events had angered Shen Fei.
Having lived with Shen Fei for so many years, he’d never once raised his voice at her, but today, she had crossed his line.
In the midst of Murong Shuang’s sorrow, an umbrella calmly rose above her head.
Surprised, Murong Shuang turned to see a serene, picturesque face.
"Who are you?" Alarm rang in Murong Shuang’s mind.
The woman before her had appeared so suddenly and silently that she hadn’t sensed a thing!
Could this woman not be human?
The woman slightly curled her lips into a smile that robbed the scenery of its colors, "Mrs. Shen, can we have a chat?"
Murong Shuang scrutinized the woman’s face, feeling as though she had seen it somewhere before.
The woman tilted her head, watching her with interest, "You saw me when you were young."
The woman’s voice was soft, like the gentle breeze of March, easing Murong Shuang’s guarded heart.
"What do you want to talk about?" Murong Shuang narrowed her eyes, her rain-soaked hair clung to her temples, making her appear somewhat disheveled.
The woman chuckled, "Do you hate the Lu Family?"
Murong Shuang’s eyes narrowed, "What are you planning?"
The woman leisurely lifted her lips, "Lu Zechuan and his girlfriend caused the deaths of your beloved ones and daughter; don’t you want revenge?"
Murong Shuang stared intently at the woman, shock creeping further into her heart.
Who was this woman? How did she know so much about what had happened to her?!
The woman’s gaze remained fixed on Murong Shuang, her sensual lips gently parting, asking unhurriedly, "Do you want it or not?"
In a moment, Murong Shuang’s mind flashed with the word "want"!
Does Lu Zechuan count as her grandson?
Shen Xiang wasn’t her biological daughter; her real daughter was Shen Man alone!
Now, her biological daughter had been killed by Shen Xiang’s monstrous offspring!