She refused to let the matter rest.
She would make Su Muran pay for the “blood debt” in one form or another.
Not long after, at the Lu Estates. Yan Huan sat at one side with a thin blanket on her belly. Everyone concerned had arrived, including Qin Xiaoyue, who kept rolling her eyes as though she had nothing to do with the matter. She wasn’t the least interested in meeting someone who nearly murdered her son.
If Lu Qin had become paralyzed or mentally disabled from the incident, she would make Su Muran–no, the entire Su Family–pay with their lives. Funny how they came to her before she went to them.
“Just as I was wondering who it was. Not fully dead yet, are we? You look halfway there,” she laughed contemptuously, her words as poisonous as usual. “It’s not very nice of the Su Family to send a dying woman to harm the living.”
“Who are you calling dying?” Su Qingdong sprang to his feet, bristling at the repeated mentions of death.
“You have the galls to be arrogant?” Qin Xiaoyue slammed a hand on the table. “What is she, if not dying? She’s terminally-ill, and she tried to bring my son down with her. What’s wrong with you people?”
“Dad…” she turned to Old Master Lu. “My son was tricked into marriage. They coaxed Lu Qin into marrying a terminally-ill marriage, and now they even want him to accompany her in the afterlife!”
“My son is so pitiable…”
She plopped down and began wailing and slapping her thighs.
Lu Yi wrapped his hands around Yan Huan’s ears, a warning look in his narrowed eyes.
“Had enough?”
“No,” Yan Huan turned away defiantly. “I want to watch the whole thing. I haven’t watched a drama in a long time since you don’t let me watch television.”
Yan Huan hadn’t had many forms of entertainment after Lu Yi restricted her phone and television usage, so she wasn’t about to miss the drama before her. Pregnancy hadn’t made her that stupid. Plus, the ticket for this show was non-refundable, since it was paid with Lu Yi’s blood.
“Such a vindictive woman,” Lu Yi gave her face a squeeze. Not only did she have to avenge herself, but she also insisted on avenging him too.
For that reason, she publicized a matter that could have settled discreetly.
But what could he say? If she wanted to watch, then so be it. He didn’t want her to get antenatal depression, so anything goes as long as it helps improve her mood.
Qin Xiaoyue was still lashing out at the Su Muran and his father. She wasn’t a noble lady, but an unreasonable woman in the first place, so her insults were so rude that everyone feared what she was going to say next. She herself didn’t so much as blush, though.
Su Muran and her father were fuming. Su Muran, already weak from the lack of blood transfusion, passed out from the sudden rage.
Su Qingdong was aware of why she passed out. He steadied Su Muran, but his eyes were fixed on Lu Yi.
“Staring at him is useless,” Yan Huan clasped Lu Yi’s arm. “I’ll divorce him and run away with his child if he dares to give your daughter any more blood. I can see why your dying daughter wants to drag others down with her, but I don’t want my husband to be half-dead.”
She quoted Qin Xiaoyue, who was glad that someone was finally backing her up after her long censure.
Before a common enemy, a ceasefire and temporary alliance were necessary.
Yan Huan lifted her chin tauntingly. Su Qingdong was about to blow up, but remembered that they were in the Lu Family’s territory, and that he needed Lu Yi’s blood. Murderous gazes came from every direction. He felt wobbly.
Old Master Lu had a surly look on his face the whole time. If looks could kill, Su Muran and his father would have been in shreds by now.
It was the same for Lu Jin. How could they just take his son’s blood like that? Don’t forget that Yan Huan shared the same blood type as him. If she overbled during her pregnancy, the entire family would be in danger.
The Su Family had gone across the line this time. Was his son any less human than their daughter?
He couldn’t, and wouldn’t forgive them.
At the center of all the fingers, Su Qingdong clenched his teeth so hard they almost shattered.
“Lu Yi, you promised…”
Before he could finish, Lu Jin slammed a hand on the table.
“Don’t you dare, Lu Yi!”
Lu Yi dipped his head and met Yan Huan’s narrowed eyes, which had a look of blatant warning.
“I will take your sons and marry someone else if you do it.”
Lu Yi and Yan Huan began playing the staring game, fighting an imaginary war with their gazes. Seeing that he wasn’t getting a reply from Lu Yi, Su Qingdong had to steel himself and whisk Su Muran away.
Once the Su Family was gone, Old Master Lu immediately flung a teacup at the floor. Little (Old) Bean started and leaped behind Ye Shuyun for cover.
Ye Shuyun brushed its ears.
The cat narrowed its bright, round eyes and settled on the sofa.
“Get up, Lu Yi! Explain everything right now!” roared Old Master Lu.
Turning away, Yan Huan picked up an apple, and took a bite.
Crunch! The sound made everyone’s heart skip a beat.
Yan Huan paid no attention as Lu Yi stood up. She would probably stand idle and watch even if Old Master Lu slams a brick at his head.
Lu Yi massaged his forehead. Now he knows what it feels like to be betrayed by everyone.