Upon hearing the noise, Lu Anyu rushed out of the living room.
Mizuki followed along eagerly.
Jiang Jingyu, who had chased after him from the bathroom, grabbed a broom and followed him from the room to the living room and then to the yard.
The once elegant and dignified woman now looked like a madwoman, her hair disheveled and her shoes lost.
"Stop right there, you two brats. I'm going to beat you to death today."
Lu Anyu pulled Ruixi along as they ran.
Mizuki had never been so happy.
This was a kind of happiness I had never experienced in the Luo family.
He could break free from all constraints and accompany Brother An'an to do whatever he wanted, doing things he had never dared to do before.
The two little ones hid behind the flowerpots in the yard.
Jiang Jingyu is getting older, and she was panting heavily as she chased after him.
She threw down the broom in her hand and tried again to pull the things off her face.
Unfortunately, I just can't get it off.
Because what she applied to her face was not the original face mask at all, but a face mask with black pigment and glue added.
Her old face is completely ruined.
After finishing her work, Lu Zhiwei and Shen Jinmo came down from the study upstairs together.
When I walked into the courtyard, I saw Jiang Jingyu's face covered with a black face mask and couldn't help but laugh.
"Aunt Jiang's style is quite unique."
"Lu Zhiwei, you slut, look what kind of son you gave birth to! You replaced my face mask with glue, how am I supposed to go out and face people now?"
Jiang Jingyu was trembling with anger. She picked up a broom from the ground and threw it at Lu Zhiwei's face.
Shen Jingmo stepped forward, blocking Lu Zhiwei's path. He grabbed the broom from Jiang Jingyu's hand and coldly warned her, "Have you made enough of a scene? Aren't you ashamed enough?"
"I'm shameful? They're the ones who broke into the Shen family and made a mess of things. After all these years, are you still going to be so devoted to this woman?"
Jiang Jingyu loosened her grip on the broom and lashed out at Shen Jinmo.
"What do you mean?" Shen Jinmo asked coldly.
"You two shouldn't hurt each other's feelings. I'm leaving now." Lu Zhiwei was afraid that Jiang Jingyu's loose tongue would reveal some of her past with Shen Jinmo, causing unnecessary trouble.
He turned and walked out of the courtyard gate.
Just before getting into the car, he glanced at his son, Lu Anyu, who was hiding in the yard.
Once she was sure he wouldn't suffer any losses here, she felt relieved.
Lu Anyu gazed in the direction Lu Zhiwei had left and slowly stood up.
He's thinking of going back to his mommy.
But he was a little too embarrassed to admit it.
Sigh... It's all because of my pride.
At this moment, Lu Anyu did not notice that Ruixi, who was squatting on the ground, was gradually turning from red to white.
He clutched his heart, his face contorted in pain.
"Little Ruixi, the old lady has gone back to her room. We're safe now." Lu Anyu patted Ruixi on the shoulder.
Mizuki slowly stood up: "Hmm."
After saying that, Ruixi walked straight into the villa, went into her room, closed the door, and locked it.
Lu Anyu called him several times, but he did not respond.
After returning to the Lu family home, Lu Zhiwei sent Su Ziheng a message: "The person has been found, but doesn't want to go back with you."
Su Ziheng immediately made a phone call.
The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent and angry: "Why won't he come back with me? Did you say something to him?"
"What can I say to him? But you, you took him to see Shen Shuyuan, didn't you? Telling a four-year-old child about my personal grievances with Shen Shuyuan, do you deserve to be his father?"
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because Su Ziheng would get angry as soon as he brought up Lu Zhiwei.
Originally, she wanted Ruixi to leave Luo Xiu and return to her biological father, Su Ziheng.
But now it seems that Su Ziheng is not a qualified father either.
He will bind the shackles of grudges to his children.
To leave children living under the weight of the grudges of the previous generation.
“Lu Zhiwei, you had better send the child back to me, otherwise I can call the police and accuse you of child trafficking.”
"Fine, go ahead and sue."
Lu Zhiwei slammed down the phone.
In the vast Lu family home, in the enormous room, there was no son to warm the bed.
Lu Zhiwei was feeling a little down.
Jiang Zhan is working overtime at the company and hasn't come home yet.
Lu Zhiwei planned to relax and unwind.
He sent Luo Wuyan a message: "[Bar, wanna go?]"
Luo Wuyan replied almost instantly: 【I'm already here. I'll send you my location. Come quickly.】
When Lu Zhiwei arrived at the bar wearing a black sleeveless dress, Luo Wuyan was already drinking in the VIP area.
She also hired six male models to accompany her while she drank.
The loud, energetic music was deafening.
Men and women, dressed in colorful clothes, swayed their hips and reveled in the dance floor.
"Come on, sis, it's been so long since I took you to a bar. I thought you were still busy with work at the Shen family, so I didn't call you." Luo Wuyan pulled Lu Zhiwei to her side.
"You lot, aren't you going to call me 'sister'?" Luo Wuyan ordered several male models in their early twenties.
Hello, sister.
Lu Zhiwei glanced over and saw that these male models were all muscular and had alluring looks.
"When did you fall in love with these things?" Lu Zhiwei picked up a cocktail and took a sip.
"After seeing so many handsome men in the US, I've realized I still prefer men with black hair and black eyes. They're just my type. My brother almost got ruined by that bastard Owen, but I've come to terms with it."
Rather than living a conventional life within the Luo family, it's better to indulge oneself and enjoy the present moment.
Luo Wuyan hooked her arm around one of the male models' neck and said, "Come on, feed your sister some wine."
"Sister, drink." The male model put his arm around Luo Wuyan's waist and handed her the wine.
The male model schemed to win over the wealthy older woman.
His large hand slid down Luo Wuyan's waist, wanting to touch her...
Luo Wuyan grabbed the man's restless hand and tucked it back: "Did I let you touch me? You dare to go down there? Do you still want this hand? Hmm?"
Lu Zhiwei couldn't stop smiling.
This is the Luo Wuyan she knows.
The familiar recipe, the familiar taste.
The male model saw that Luo Wuyan appeared unrestrained on the surface, but in reality, he couldn't really let loose.
He set his sights on Lu Zhiwei: "Sister, you're so beautiful. It's fate that we met. Let's have a drink."
Two of the male models naturally sat down next to Lu Zhiwei.
A hand was placed on Lu Zhiwei's shoulder.
"Weiwei, you haven't been with a man for years, why don't you indulge yourself tonight?" Luo Wuyan encouraged Lu Zhiwei with a smile.
She has no intention of finding another man.
With her strength and resources, she could have any man she wanted.
"No need." Lu Zhiwei picked up her wine glass and gave the hand on her shoulder a cold look.
She found these men disgusting.
She has a severe case of obsessive-compulsive disorder regarding men.
Shen Jiarui dragged Shen Jinmo out of bed and pulled her to this bar.
I just walked in.
Seeing the several glamorous men sitting around Lu Zhiwei.
His expression darkened.
Shen Jiarui's expression darkened when he saw that Luo Wuyan was surrounded by four people, two more than Lu Zhiwei.
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