"Give me back the house my grandmother used to live in." Lu Zhiwei's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, her arrogant aura exuding a terrifying power.
That was the betrothal gift Lu Yunsheng gave to her mother, and she had to get it back. Moreover, her mother had specifically instructed her before she passed away that she must get that house back, and that a coming-of-age gift had been left for her in the house.
“It’s already sold, how can I give it to you?” Zhao Xiuying remained arrogant.
"Where's the money?" Lu Zhiwei demanded sharply.
"Of course it was sent to your mother." Zhao Xiuying raised her head, still stubbornly denying it.
Lu Zhiwei smiled wryly, "It seems Aunt Zhao doesn't know how many years she'll be sentenced for illegally appropriating other people's property. I'll invite the Lu Group's legal team over to give you a lesson on the law later."
Zhao Xiuying panicked completely, her face paled several shades, and she shakily took Lu Zhiwei's hand: "We can talk this out, after all, we're family. There's no need to ruin our relationship."
"Who says we're family? Do you even deserve that? Stop pretending. Give me all the money from selling the house, principal and interest, based on the current market value." Lu Zhiwei spoke decisively, her tone brooking no argument.
"I...I simply don't have that much money." Zhao Xiuying lowered her head, her voice trembling.
Even if she had the money, once she gave it away, she and her daughter would be struggling to make ends meet.
“It’s okay if you can’t come up with the money. I’ll ask Dad for the money to buy that house back. What do you think he would do if he knew that he was spending money to clean up your mess, and that you were still gambling away so much money?” Lu Zhiwei stood up from the sofa.
"Okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you." Zhao Xiuying pursed her lips, turned around and went back to her room, taking out her privately kept savings book.
Having hidden the money for so long, how could they bear to give it away so easily? They held onto it tightly in their hands.
Lu Zhiwei smiled and forcefully pulled the bankbook over: "Give it to me!"
While checking the numbers inside, he asked Zhao Xiuying, "Who did you sell the house to?"
"All I know is that it was a Mr. Mo. I also had an agent sell it for me. I didn't meet the buyer directly."
Just then, the sound of a car engine turning off came from the villa courtyard; Lu Yunsheng had returned from get off work.
Lu Zhiwei smiled and ran straight out of the villa to greet Lu Yunsheng: "Dad."
"Daughter, why are you so happy today?" After getting out of the car, Lu Yunsheng saw Lu Zhiwei's smiling face and charming appearance, and he liked her even more.
Zhao Xiuying, who was following behind, was on tenterhooks, fearing that this brat would betray her after she had served her purpose.
“Aunt Zhao gave me some pocket money, of course I’m happy.” Lu Zhiwei glanced at Zhao Xiuying.
Lu Yunsheng patted Zhao Xiuying on the shoulder: "Well done."
Zhao Xiuying forced an awkward smile, secretly wishing Lu Zhiwei would die.
What she gave wasn't just a little bit, it was a fortune.
One day she'll make sure that damned beggar Lu Zhiwei suffers the consequences.
...
Lu Zhiwei's cell phone rang with a pleasant ringtone.
She took out her phone and went outside to answer it.
It was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello? Who is this?" She sat on the swing in the yard, enjoying the evening breeze and bathed in the golden sunlight, like a fairy descended to earth.
"It's me." A clear, magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone.
Lu Zhiwei's red lips curled slightly, and her expression became unnatural.
"What's up?"
"Are you going home tonight?" Shen Jinmo asked.
"I won't go back. That's not our home anymore." Lu Zhiwei said calmly and with composure. She didn't know when her heart would stop being swayed by Shen Jingmo.
But she believes that time will heal all wounds.
"I still have a lot of your scented candles in my bedroom, and your clothes and bags in my closet..." Shen Jingmo paused for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, then continued, his clear voice slightly hoarse, almost imperceptibly.
“Throw them all away, I don’t want them anymore,” Lu Zhiwei said firmly.
She should throw away Shen Jinmo as well.
Between them, only the divorce certificate remains to be obtained; everything else is practically the same as a divorce.
"Then come back and throw it away yourself. Don't expect me to do it for you!" Shen Jinmo snapped and hung up the call.
He tossed his phone onto the table, his tall frame sinking into the gray sofa. He rolled up the cuffs of his black shirt slightly, revealing his handsome wrists, and took a swig of a glass of foreign liquor.
Half an hour later.
A blue Maserati was parked in the courtyard of the Shen family villa.
As soon as Lu Zhiwei entered the house, Aunt Chen, who was cleaning up the trash, was delighted to see her after so long: "Madam is back? Master is waiting for you upstairs."
"Okay." Lu Zhiwei nodded, changed her shoes in the entryway, and went straight upstairs.
The villa was exactly the same as it had been before she left; no furniture or furnishings had been moved at all. Only the bouquet of baby's breath she had placed in the vase had withered, and no one had replaced it with new flowers.
Arrive at the second-floor living room.
The man sitting on the sofa had a refined and aloof air about him, and the wine glass in his hand shimmered with light under the slanting sunlight.
Hearing footsteps, Shen Jingmo turned around and glanced at her: "You're back? Sit down."
"I'm going to pack my things." Lu Zhiwei walked towards the bedroom without looking back.
"Lu Zhiwei, there's a score we need to settle." Shen Jinmo's sinister eyes were fixed on her slender back.
Lu Zhiwei turned around and sat down on the sofa: "Let's settle it properly, then we'll be even."
The man opened his text message inbox and handed her his phone.
Lu Zhiwei took it and examined it carefully.
Four or five deduction notifications in a row, totaling several hundred thousand yuan.
The amount matched exactly the money she lost playing mahjong that afternoon.
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