Chapter 7 Needs Discipline

Although Ling Wei could see the almost tangible hostility the other party had towards her, she believed in avoiding trouble and was willing to finish the meal quietly if the other party was only this much and didn't provoke her.

After all, she had already designated the next few years as her period of quiet development, focusing on keeping a low profile and quietly accomplishing great things.

But clearly, this person had no intention of letting her finish her meal in peace.

Just as the atmosphere was starting to liven up a little again thanks to the efforts of Li's parents, Lu Zhao seemed to have finally found a way in. He fixed his gaze on Ling Wei, slightly raised his chin, and spoke with a scrutinizing air:

"You're from the Beijing Film Academy?"

Ling Wei put down her chopsticks, nodded, and said in a calm tone, "Yes."

Lu Zhao's gaze lingered deliberately on Ling Wei's face, as if comparing something, his tone carrying a hint of persistent inquiry: "Then you must know Senior Su Yuqing, right?"

Before Ling Wei could answer, he gave her a slightly mocking smile, as if he had obtained some crucial evidence: "I was wondering why something looked a little off. Your eyebrows and eyes... you've been working quite hard to imitate them, haven't you?"

Although he tried his best to hide it, he could not conceal the dissatisfaction in his words.

The atmosphere that had just eased at the table instantly froze again.

Lu Yan's brows furrowed immediately, his voice deepening with a clear warning: "Lu Zhao, watch your words."

Lu Zhao seemed to have completely ignored Lu Yan's warning, or rather, the warning only provoked him.

He turned his gaze to Lu Yan, his tone urgent and impulsive, carrying a sense of grievance on behalf of someone else:

"Did I say something wrong? Bro, don't you know the truth?"

"Who helped you when you were at your lowest point and contacted your family for you? It was Sister Yuqing! You know in your heart how she treated you!"

"But what about now?" His gaze returned to Ling Wei, filled with undisguised rejection. "You turn around and find someone... someone who imitates her to this extent. Don't you find that strange? How can you face Sister Yuqing?"

"Lu Zhao!!" Lu's father slammed his fist on the table, his face turning ashen.

From the moment he entered the door, he was greeted not with concern, but with his father's harsh reprimands, which made Lu Zhao feel a sharp pain in his heart.

Only Sister Yuqing understands and cares about him, but now the family's attention is all focused on a fake!

At this moment, Lu Zhao's rebellious nature was so strong that he stubbornly poured out all his dissatisfaction and grievances to his father:

"You keep saying I'm not doing my job properly as a trainee and that I'm disgracing the Lu family! But what about her?"

He pointed his finger at Ling Wei rudely, "She's studying acting, isn't she going to enter this industry in the future too? Why don't you say anything about her? Just because she was brought here by my brother?"

As if he had seized upon a huge weakness of his parents, he raised his voice, questioning, "Are all the family resources going to be allocated to her from now on? Is that why you can be so harsh on me? Aren't you afraid that some people are just after the resources and are using you and my brother as stepping stones?!"

The implication of these words is very clear; they are unpleasant and offensive.

Lu Yan suddenly stood up, the chair legs scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

He stepped forward, grabbed Lu Zhao by the collar, and punched him in the cheek without hesitation.

A muffled thud was heard, accompanied by gasps from Lu's mother and Li's mother.

Caught off guard, Lu Zhao was knocked to the side, his lip immediately cut open and bleeding.

Lu's mother quickly got up and stepped between the two: "Ayan! Stop fighting! Stop it!"

Lu Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. The stinging pain made him even angrier and more aggrieved. He glared at Lu Yan, his eyes filled with resentment and a sense of betrayal from being violently suppressed: "You hit me?! You hit me for her?!"

"Sister Yuqing has done so much for you! You've forgotten it all? You..."

Lu Yan remained silent, raised his fist, and was about to deliver the second punch.

“Ayan”.

Just then, Ling Wei called out softly from the side.

Lu's mother had just breathed a slight sigh of relief at the call.

Lu Zhao suddenly turned his head, glaring fiercely at Ling Wei, his tone extremely aggressive and full of displaced anger: "Shut up! Stop pretending! Stop your pitiful act!"

He scanned Ling Wei from head to toe with an extremely impolite, even offensive, gaze, and concluded decisively: "I've seen plenty of women like you who scheme and climb the social ladder by imitating others! You can fool them, but you can't fool me!"

Li Man, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. She clicked her tongue, put down her chopsticks, and said, "Lu Zhao, if you're sick, go to the hospital. She's just good-natured and doesn't bother with you, but you're still making a fuss..."

She hadn't finished speaking—

"Smack!"

A crisp slap, even with a slight echo, rang out in the private room.

Riemann's last word stuck in her throat, and it took her a while to finally blurt it out: "...right?"

Was she hallucinating?

She seemed to see that the girl who had been smiling and even looked a little soft and easy to bully since she appeared suddenly swing her arm and slap Lu Zhao hard across the face with lightning speed.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"

Next, a series of crisp, loud, and rhythmic slaps rang out continuously, completely shattering Riemann's illusion.

But what I'm seeing right now is truly surreal!

Because Lu Zhao was born with a weak constitution due to a difficult birth, and because they thought Lu Yan had died, the entire Lu family cherished him like the apple of their eye, which fostered his mischievous and irritable personality, where he would argue with anyone who came across him.

Riemann, who was also spoiled by her family since childhood, and he couldn't stand each other.

Normally, aside from his father's belt, who would dare to lay a finger on him? Even Lu Yan's solid punch just now was unprecedented.

At this moment, the burning pain on his cheeks and the raw humiliation he felt left Lu Zhao completely stunned, his mind blank.

In all his life, apart from his dad's belt and the punch his brother just gave him, he had never been slapped like that before!

He was still considered a "fake" or a "scheming woman" by someone he thought was a "fake"!

Therefore, he was like a puppet whose pause button had been pressed, helplessly enduring Ling Wei's "repeated slaps".

"Xiao Ling, you...you..."

Lu's mother, who had just breathed a sigh of relief because Ling Wei spoke up, almost choked with heartache when she saw her youngest son's cheeks suddenly swollen and red. She clutched her chest and swayed.

Lu Yan subtly moved forward half a step, separating Ling Wei from her.

System: Ha! You were just talking about tolerance, and now you're using people's faces like a clapperboard.