Chapter 353 The Mad Young Master 14 "Lu Qianhan! How dare you!"

"You disrespectful brat! You dare to kick out your elders for some woman of unknown origin?! Do you even respect the rules of the Lu family?!"

Wang Peirong was trembling with anger, and her carefully applied makeup could not conceal her flushed face.

When persuasion failed, the bodyguards could only step forward, one on each side.

Although they didn't physically pull or tug at each other, their approaching momentum and blocking posture clearly conveyed their meaning.

"Fine! Fine, you Lu Qianhan! You just wait! Let's see how long you can protect this country bumpkin!"

"I'm telling you, the old man asked me to tell you that you need to attend a family banquet in a few days!"

"It's fine for you to play with this little thing, but don't be so reckless as to bring her to a family banquet and embarrass yourself! Our Lu family can't afford to lose face like that!"

Forced to retreat by this situation, Wang Peirong was escorted by bodyguards to the center of the courtyard. Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, she shrieked and cursed incoherently.

Her voice was so shrill it almost pierced the roof.

Zi Xi, who had been sitting quietly to the side as if she were invisible, paused almost imperceptibly in her fingers as she sorted the medicinal herbs when she heard the words "shameful," but then resumed her normal routine.

She remained silent, her eyes lowered to conceal any possible emotions, as if the little thing that Wang Peirong had described as being utterly humiliated had nothing to do with her.

Inside the room, when Wang Peirong shouted that it was just for fun, Lu Qianhan's fingers, which were pressing his temples, paused slightly.

His life depends on that little thing, so it's one thing to just play around with it.

After uttering these harsh words, Wang Peirong finally succumbed to the silent pressure and gaze of her bodyguards, and stamped her foot in frustration.

Filled with anger and resentment, he stomped away in his sky-high heels.

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The Lu family has a family dinner once a month, which is a family banquet to strengthen family ties.

The delicacies were served silently one by one by servants in uniform, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.

Despite suffering from a serious illness, Lu Qianhan, as the current head of the Lu family, still sat in the most prominent position below the main seat.

He was wearing a black Chinese-style top, with the buttons meticulously fastened down to below his Adam's apple. His face was still pale, but his eyes were clear and cold, a stark contrast to his usual headache.

He simply sat there, slowly and deliberately using his spoon, and the oppressive aura emanating from him was enough to make most of the people at the table lose their appetite.

But Zi Xi didn't lose her appetite; on the contrary, she had a good appetite.

The main reason is that the Lu family's cooks are very skilled.

Zi Xi was wearing a light blue cheongsam that was still in use; it had been made to order by Butler Li.

She lowered her eyes slightly, focusing on the tableware and food in front of her, her movements were elegant and quiet, making almost no sound.

However, due to recent rumors, countless gazes, both overt and covert, are now sweeping over her and Lu Qianhan from time to time.

"Sometimes, the idea of ​​a marriage to bring good luck is really quite mysterious."

A slightly high-pitched female voice broke the dull silence at the dining table.

The speaker was an aunt from the second branch of the family. She was wearing a dark purple cheongsam, and her well-maintained face wore a forced smile of concern, but her gaze was directed at Zixi.

“Look at our patriarch, his complexion has been much more stable since Zixi entered the family. It’s clear that the rules passed down from our ancestors are still reasonable.”

Her words sounded like a compliment, but in reality, they condemned Zixi's entire value to the label of "marrying for good luck," a label that carried feudal ignorance and the nature of a tool.

"Yes, speaking of which, where is this young lady from? I've heard that some rural areas still preserve some strange and unusual folk remedies. Maybe she'll stumble upon the right one by accident."

Immediately, someone understood and chimed in. It was her younger cousin sitting opposite her, whose tone was filled with undisguised superiority.