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Lu Hengyuan became more and more sullen.

His former fiancee, Lin Ange, was so aloof and proud, yet she did such a crazy thing on the night of the coming of age ceremony.

And now.

The pure and beautiful Lin Ran, who was as pure and holy as a white lotus, had actually sold herself for the sake of a female lead.

He had really been through eight lifetimes of bad luck.

The green cap on his head was heavier each time.

"I wonder what kind of wind the old gramps drew that he had to date Lin Family. "What kind of family is Lin Family? They don't even know their place. Lin Yifei is not a thing at all, he cheated before even getting married. This is great, his two daughters are with him now."

"…"

Lu Hengyuan was getting more and more depressed as he heard her continuous stream of angry curses. He even got a little mad. He took off his suit and heavily threw it on the ground.

"What are you angry at me for!"

Lin Zhiyan jumped in fright, her eyebrows knitted together as a burning rage that she had no place to vent rushed towards him.

"Mom, can you stop talking?"

Lu Hengyuan finally couldn't hold it in anymore and exploded.

After all, he was the one who was hurt.

One time wasn't enough, but two more times …

Undoubtedly, Lin Zhiyan's words had sprinkled a thick layer of salt on his wound, causing him to feel an unbearable pain.

Besides, there were so many servants in the house. Although they did not dare to say anything in front of them, they had probably started discussing secretly long ago.

"Am I wrong? "Lin Ange is so young, yet she could already summon MB. Tsk tsk, I feel so embarrassed just thinking about it."

"Mom …"

"She was born without a mother, but what about Lin Ran? Xiao Bilan was still alive. Why did she do such a shameless thing? "In the end, it's all because of Lin Yifei …"

"Mom, stop it, okay?"

The more Lin Zhiyan said, the more unpleasant her words became. Lu Hengyuan couldn't stand listening to her any longer, so he stood up and said loudly to her.

"What are you roaring for?" "If you have the ability, shout at them …"

"Hmm? "It's so 'lively'."

A cold voice cut off Lin Zhiyan's words before she could finish her sentence.

Shockingly, a tall and cold figure appeared at the door.

"Third Brother."

Even if Lin Zhiyan was angry and resentful at the moment, she could only forcefully suppress it.

Wu Tie had one hand in his pockets as he strode forward, his steps swift and fierce. Lu Hengyuan couldn't help but to look up and speak out in respect when he saw the powerful aura.

"Uncle."

"Haven't you made enough noise at the banquet?"

Lu Yiyao sat down on the main seat in the living room, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Zichen with cold eyes.

"Third Brother, I can't help but grumble when something like this happened."

Lin Zhiyan was seventeen years older than Lu Yiyao and old enough to be his mother. But facing him, it was obvious that he lacked confidence.

"It's enough to complain, don't forget your identity."

Lu Yiyao sat there lazily and arrogantly with his legs crossed. After changing his iron-gray shirt, he seemed more and more domineering.

Lin Zhiyan's heart palpitated as an awkward expression appeared on her face.

Ever since Lu Yiyao had stepped into the Lu Family realm, he had never taken the initiative to talk to her. Normally when he saw her, she would take the initiative to greet him, and he would only coldly reply with a "Okay."

Today was an exception.

"Third Brother, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Lin Zhiyan lowered her head and sat down as well.

Lu Hengyuan also sat down.

Lu Yiyao didn't move from his seat, so they didn't dare to leave first.

Lu Hongzhan walked in from the outside and was stunned when he saw Lu Yiyao.

"Third Brother …"

"Yes."

Lu Yiyao didn't even look up as he casually picked up the financial magazine in front of him and flipped through it. His thin lips slightly moved.

"I originally wanted to go for a cup of wedding wine, but who would've thought that I didn't even manage to drink a single mouthful of tea."

"Third Brother, I'll go and make the arrangements."

Lin Zhiyan understood the meaning behind his words and quickly stood up. She instructed the servants to go cook dinner and signaled Lu Hongzhan to accompany Lu Yiyao.

Even if the two of them were at odds, they had been fighting openly and secretly for the past few years. But now that the one in charge of Lu Family was Lu Yiyao, Lu Hongzhan did not dare to fall out with him.

The servant brought the tea over. Lu Yiyao cast a sidelong glance and saw that it was his favorite black tea. He then picked it up and took a sip.

"Big brother, how are you going to explain this to this old man?"

Lu Yiyao glanced at Lu Hongzhan with his cold eyes. His black pupils were like thick ink, thick enough to not melt.

Lu Family was, after all, the richest sect in the world, so the occurrence of such a thing more or less had quite a negative impact.

Even though Lu Hongzhan and Lu Yiyao's father, Lu Jinhui, were recuperating abroad, they would definitely find out before long.

Lu Jinhui's fiancee for Lu Hengyuan was originally Lin Ange. Unexpectedly, she died in a fire.

He didn't want Lu Hengyuan to marry Lin Ran, but since Lu Hengyuan insisted on marrying Lin Ran, he agreed.

Who knew …

"If something like that happens, I can only tell you the truth."

Lu Hongzhan sat down and sighed.1

"Yes."

Lu Yiyao still answered coldly. He put down the magazine and took a sip of his black tea.

"Big Brother, were you in charge of purchasing that land in the east city?"

"Yes."

Lu Hongzhan sat there with a layer of sweat covering his forehead.

"This plot of land has been here for four years. Why haven't they developed it yet?"

Lu Yiyao cast a sidelong glance at him. His indifferent and profound gaze caused Lu Hongzhan to be terrified.

Why was that piece of land still undeveloped?

He didn't know how 'fishy' this was, but how much did Lu Yiyao know?

Lu Hongzhan frowned and replied.

"There were no good projects, so I was delayed."

"Is that so?"

Lu Yiyao's lower jaw curved in a cold arc. His pair of cold eyes were as black as ink, as if they had a magical power that could pierce through a person's heart.

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