Seeing her parents' low spirits, Lu Baoyun pulled Lu Han, who was getting into the car with her mother, back and said, "Why don't you ride in the same car as me?"

Lu Han shook her head.

"I want to spend more time with Mom and Dad. Fourth Sister, your car is scratched and needs repairs. Why don't you call a repair shop and come in?"

Lu Baoyun was somewhat sullen.

But she was very obedient to her clever younger brother.

"That's good, so I won't be angry when I drive it back!"

Lu Zhengming remained silent on the way.

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely oppressive.

As soon as she got home, Qin Fengying started wiping away her tears.

"That kid is so cunning! We've treated him well, yet he's stabbed us in the heart like this!"

Lu Han poured a glass of water and handed it to her mother, staying close by and offering words of comfort.

Lu Zhengming, who has dominated the business world for many years, shows no mercy to his business rivals.

No one has ever humiliated me like this before.

Unexpectedly, today my own son has torn off my mask right in front of me!

Fortunately, driver Lao Wang didn't go to the ward, otherwise, how would he, as the head of the family, save face?

"You unfilial wretch, what about him resembles a member of the Lu family?"

"They keep bringing up adoption. What's wrong with adoption? Our Han'er was adopted too, so why didn't he turn out like him!"

"How many children in this world, after returning to their ancestral home, would treat their siblings like he did? It's simply incomprehensible!"

Hearing the commotion, Lu Baoqi, who was recuperating upstairs, came down to the living room, holding onto the handrail.

Seeing some crying and others angry, they asked curiously, "Where is that guy?"

She originally wanted to confront him directly, asking why he said her perfume smelled bad and whether he had secretly tampered with it.

He was also the one who caused my sprained ankle.

What's most infuriating is that the director said yesterday that his eye acting was very captivating, so why did he change his mind today? Lu Yi must have said something online that ruined his reputation.

We must settle all these old and new scores with him.

Old Wang parked his car and just entered the house.

Lu Zhengming stopped him, saying, "Drive that pickup truck to the back gate and clear out everything from the room, leaving nothing behind!"

"Oh right, and what about those funeral photos? Throw them as far away as possible, they're bad luck!"

A portrait of the deceased?

Old Wang's heart skipped a beat.

He lived in the bungalow opposite Lu Yi and knew all too well how hard Lu Yi had worked.

A few days ago, due to the high temperature, the air conditioner in his room broke down, and he woke up in the middle of the night because of the heat, so he had to get up to fix it.

As soon as the door opened, they saw Lu Yi sitting at the door with the door wide open, holding two portraits of the deceased, staring blankly at the sky.

He went over and took a look, and realized that the child's room was exposed to strong afternoon sun during the day!

Once the door is closed at night, the inside becomes like a steamer.

But with the door open, mosquitoes from the garden run in again.

Let alone children, even adults probably couldn't stand such an environment for one night.

He couldn't imagine how he had gotten through those days.

He couldn't interfere in his employer's family affairs.

I only heard Lu Zhengming mention it once, saying that there are often guests in the front hall, so it is not convenient for this child to show up for the time being.

Let's make do here for a while and talk about it later.

Old Wang felt sorry for the child, so the next day he cleaned up the fan and cooling mat that hadn't been used in a long time and sent them to him.

Lu Yi was surprised that he even offered him money. Old Wang was so heartbroken that he almost cried and refused to accept it no matter what.

He took it inside, intending to plug in the fan and test its power, when he suddenly realized there wasn't even a place to put the fan in the room.

They had no choice but to find some wooden planks and screws and nail a triangular bracket to the wall to put it on.

Seeing that Lu Zhengming didn't seem to be joking, he was a little confused.

That child was just in a car accident and is still in the hospital. How come his family can't accept him?

Before he could figure it out, Lu Zhengming had already strode towards the backyard, and Old Wang could only put aside his thoughts and follow him.

The midday sun slanted down.

The air in the backyard was so hot it was almost distorted, and the flowers and plants were wilting from the sun.

As soon as the room door opened, a wave of heat hit me.

Lu Zhengming's expression changed, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

"He never opens the windows for ventilation. Doesn't that kid even know this basic common sense?"

When Wu Ma, who was tidying up the garden, heard this, she stammered, "Master, this used to be where spare electrical appliances were stored. The windows were sealed from the outside and haven't been opened for years."

Lu Zhengming's head buzzed.

He was momentarily dazed, then his eyes suddenly sharpened when he saw the old tablecloth on the bedside table.

"He's really petty and narrow-minded, covering perfectly good furniture with this kind of thing. He can't stand nice things!"

Aunt Wu was very uneasy, since she was the one who had put the tablecloth on herself.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Master, that bedside table was replaced in the fourth young lady's room. It was gnawed by rats last year..."

Lu Zhengming, who had already removed the tablecloth, saw the uneven surface of the table and his old face turned completely dark.

An antique-looking writing desk, a simple clothes rack on a stick, an old-fashioned fan on the wall, and a worn-out straw mat on the single bed...

Lu Zhengming had been here before, so how come he had never paid attention to these things before?

In the building in front, the air conditioning is almost always on in the summer, but my son's room doesn't even have an air conditioner.

Qin Fengying reached out and touched the bamboo mat, then took out two portraits from under her pillow. Looking at the delicate handwriting on the back, her heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

"Mom, I'm home. They're treating me very well, so don't worry!"

"Dad, I dreamt about you and Mom last night. I look at the stars every night, did you see me?"

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