“I’m a little upset. I might cry.”
Lu Yi stroked her hair gently. “It’s alright to be upset. Cry if you want to. No one will laugh at you. I know your tears are tears of relief and joy.”
Yan Huan knew that too. She knew and accepted what is right, but that didn’t stop her from crying tears of loneliness and joy.
Her eyes shut as her red lips curved upwards slightly. Tears fell out again. She laughed as she cried and cried as she laughed, by turns sad and sentimental.
“I’m going on an overseas trip with Luo Lin tomorrow,” said Yan Huan, still lying down on his lap. Lu Yi didn’t mind that.
“Alright,” he said. He bent down. Yan Huan’s eyes were shut, two gentle shades at her lashes.
“Take a break while you are there. I’m sure you’ll be alright again by the time you come back.”
Yan Huan huddled up, breathing in his faint, familiar smell.
This was Lu Yi’s unique smell. She knew the smell for two lives. As long as she lived, she will always remember the smell.
The next morning, Lu Yi sent her to the airport. Right as she stepped out of the car, fans spotted her despite her sunglasses and low profile.
Her fans were fervent, and Yan Huan had to be escorted away after signing a few signatures. Even so, the fans continued screaming and chasing, as though they had to catch up to her and tug at her clothes until they were in shreds. At last, they were stopped by the airport barricades, still screaming out Yan Huan’s name teary-eyed.
Yan Huan waved at them, flashing a faint flower-like smile.
“My god…she smiled at me.”
“You mean ‘at me’.”
“That was clearly meant for me. She even touched my hand.”
Yan Huan waved and walked off, holding back tears. She had to smile and not cry.
All that time, her eyes had been on the man in black wind coat.
Lu Yi drew his hands from his pockets and waved at Yan Huan. He had come to send her off in person. When the plane has taken off, he looked up at the clear azure sky.
The smile at his face faded as he primed up his mouth.
He turned around and drove off.
Soon, his phone began ringing incessantly. He took the call.
“Get your ass back here right now, Lu Yi.”
“Alright,” said Lu Yi, tossing the phone aside and driving away. At the same time, the plane passed over his head and into the clouds, rumbling and roaring.
Yan Huan’s departure had been arranged by Lu Yi through Luo Lin. He had a battle ahead, and he didn’t want her to be involved.
He drove fast, his black Hummer overtaking many cars as he drove calmly. He pulled up by Lu Sr.’s garden, the Stay Garden. It was built next to a mountain, a practical mansion with large rooms and little people.
This was where Lu. Sr stayed. He loved quietness, so he stayed here alone, and didn’t permit Lu Jin to visit him either. Taking care of him was a nanny and a few security staff, as well as a police officer with the surname of Song.
The old man spent his days leisurely—practicing calligraphy, reading, and doing Taichi. Therefore, he was in good health and a lot more hale than the sickly Sr. Ye.
At this moment, Sr. Lu was practicing Taichi in a martial arts suit. He was excellent at Taichi, an inner disciple of the Chen Style Taichi. After retirement, the old man has indulged himself in his hobbies and learned the Chen Style Taichi from its actual descendant. He had been practicing almost every single day.
Lu Yi stood at the side, waiting for Lu Sr. to be done.
As though on purpose, Lu Sr. kept going at it for an hour, even though he usually stopped after ten or thirty minutes at most.
Lu Yi stood straight, his gaze set on Lu Sr.
After another set of moves, Lu Sr. finally recovered from his stance. The police officer quickly brought a towel forward for him to wipe off his sweat. He was treated like an emperor.
The biggest difference between Lu Sr. and Ye Sr. was that Ye Sr. was lowborn, so he was as open-minded as he was grumpy. Lu Sr., who had been in the Lu Family the entire time, was extremely prideful. That never changed over the years.
That’s why there were things Ye Sr. could work out and accept but Lu Sr. couldn’t.
Many people were afraid of Lu Sr. since he could do whatever he wanted, but Lu Sr. himself was afraid of Ye Sr.
Why’s that?
It’s because Ye Sr. wasn’t one to reason.
When he was scolding someone, he wouldn’t care anything about who he was scolding. He will scold anyone, however he liked it.
A person who reasons is afraid of someone who doesn’t. A person who doesn’t reason is afraid of someone with no shame. A person with no shame is afraid of someone who doesn’t fear death.
Lu Sr. tossed the towel to the police officer.
Lu Yi stood at attention, his eyes still on his grandfather.
“I heard that you wanted me, Grandpa.”
“Yes,” said Lu Sr., sitting down. The police officer has already brewed a pot of flowering tea for him. Everything was systemic. It has been that way for the past few years.
“You are suing Xiao Miao,” said Lu Sr. It wasn’t a question. Lu Sr. would obviously be aware of something this big. Plus, the Miao Family must have already looked for him.
“Yes,” replied Lu Yi.
“I want you to withdraw it,” said Lu Sr. He picked up the teacup and lifted the cap off. The aroma of the tea wafted through the air. He didn’t drink any, however. He was waiting for his reply.
“My apologies, Grandpa. I could not do that.”
Miao Xinyuan was someone he had to sue.
“Lu Yi!” Lu Sr. slammed the cup against the table. That wasn’t a request, but an order. “Withdraw it.”
“I can’t,” said Lu Yi. He will not withdraw the lawsuit for anyone. That woman had crossed his line and left an invisible wound on him. The pain from that wound was excruciating every time he remembered. He had to do something lest he goes crazy.
