Moreover, the person threatened that if she didn’t transfer fifty million by noon, they would immediately spread the photos and ruin the Lu family’s reputation.
Ji Qing glanced at the photos on the coffee table: "Jinghan, I also believe Xiao Xi isn’t that kind of person. How could she abandon being Mrs. Lu for something like this?"
Lu Jinghan’s cold gaze fell upon Ji Qing, piercingly cold and chilling, as if one had fallen into an icy pit.
"I previously warned you not to act carelessly, or the consequences would be severe. It seems you’ve taken my words lightly."
Ji Qing’s body suddenly stiffened, a chill creeping up her spine involuntarily: "Jinghan, Auntie hasn’t done anything; what do you mean by this?"
"She hasn’t done anything?"
Lu Jinghan repeated the words, his voice calm but with an underlying hostility that made one shiver.
Ji Qing nervously rubbed her hands: "We are family, Auntie only hopes you and Xiao Xi can be together harmoniously."
Just as Ji Qing finished speaking, the doorbell rang. Housekeeper Li quickly went over to open the door, revealing Han Xi standing in the doorway holding something: "Young Mistress, why are you here?"
"Sister Zhang just taught me how to make some desserts at home. I thought they tasted pretty good, so I brought some over for Grandpa."
Han Xi spoke while changing into slippers.
Housekeeper Li took the paper bag from Han Xi’s hands: "Old Master is in the living room."
Han Xi nodded, took off her coat, handed it to the maid, and proceeded to the living room: "Jinghan, you’re here too."
Han Xi clearly sensed the tense atmosphere in the living room. She sat beside Lu Jinghan, her gaze falling on the photos on the coffee table, her eyebrows knitting slightly.
Lu Jinghan smiled and held Han Xi’s mildly cold hand, wrapping it tightly in his palm: "Is it cold outside? Why didn’t you wear more?"
Han Xi had no interest in talking about this. How could the photos appear within the Lu family? Grandpa certainly saw them; would he trust her?
"Grandpa, I didn’t do anything to betray Jinghan. The man in the photo is my friend. We were just having dinner, and there was nothing intimate going on."
Han Xi explained to Old Sir Lu, hoping he wouldn’t misunderstand her.
Old Sir Lu knew Han Xi wasn’t such a person. Since she said she hadn’t done anything, then she hadn’t: "Girl, don’t be nervous. Grandpa believes you."
Lu Jinghan’s gaze returned to Ji Qing, his voice cutting: "You thought by doing this, you could diminish the affection between my wife and me, hmm?"
"What does this have to do with me? Jinghan, you don’t think I’m the one who took the photos, do you?"
Ji Qing’s face, adorned with a meticulous makeup, showed no significant change, but inside she was terribly frightened. Lu Jinghan wouldn’t say this without reason; he certainly had some evidence.
Lu Jinghan pulled out his phone from his pocket, opened the photo: "You were at the Golden Splendor restaurant yesterday, even though you were bundled up tightly, I still recognized you."
Old Sir Lu took the phone and glanced at the screen. That person was indeed Ji Qing, his voice filled with anger as he turned: "You woman... I thought that with Qing’an gone, you would settle down, but you still scheme against them. You’ve deeply disappointed me."
Ji Qing tried to maintain composure and calmed herself: "Dad, I didn’t. The person in the photo isn’t me at all."