Lu Yaozu finally made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "Tang, I'll do as you say. I'll write a letter of denunciation right away."
Miaomiao smiled knowingly, "Yeah."
In order to reassure Miao Miaomiao, Lu Yaozu did what he said and immediately went to buy paper and pen, found a place, and wrote a letter of complaint.
Lu Yaozu was also a young man, a high school graduate, so writing a letter of denunciation was no problem for him.
The report letter was written in a very eloquent manner, filling up two large pages. It was not signed and was an anonymous report.
After finishing writing, Lu Yaozu picked it up and read it again and again, feeling proud.
"Dear investigation team leader, I want to report Jiang Decai's family... On the surface, the Jiangs appear to be ordinary people, but in reality, they are a deeply hidden group of capitalists and capital-roaders. They possess a vast fortune, the source of which is unclear. It is very likely accumulated through improper means... I hope the investigation team can quickly launch an investigation to set the record straight."
After confirming the content again and again, Lu Yaozu received the letter of complaint and sent it out directly.
He wanted to make Jiang Xiaoci's family pay the price for their refusal. He wanted to get Jiang Xiaoci's family property so that he and Miaomiao could live a rich life!
The more Lu Yaozu thought about it, the happier he became. After finishing this task, he walked briskly back to the Lu family's old house.
The Lu family's old house was very big. As soon as he returned, a servant reminded him that the old man was talking to his father in the hall.
Mr. Lu was old-fashioned and serious, and Lu Yaozu was usually a little afraid of him, so when he heard the servant's reminder, he felt a little unhappy, but still turned into the hall obediently.
Mr. Lu was sitting on an antique armchair right above the living room.
While drinking tea and listening to what the people next to him were saying, the old man slowly put down the tea bowl in his hand when he saw Lu Yaozu come in.
"Yaozu, I haven't seen you all day. Where did you go today?" The old man's voice was low and a bit majestic.
Lu Yaozu smiled ingratiatingly and explained, "Grandpa, I'm going to propose marriage."
The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Propose marriage? Which girl do you like?"
Before Lu Yaozu could say anything, his father quickly introduced her, "Dad, she's the daughter of the Jiang family. She's a good match for our Yaozu."
Lu Yaozu's father, Lu Yuanshan, said, "Dad, I was the one who persuaded Yaozu to accept the marriage with the Jiang family. The Jiang family has a good family background and is worthy of Yaozu."
Mother Lu also agreed, "Yes, Dad, the Jiang family is just like us, they only have one child. Jiang Xiaoci, the daughter of the Jiang family, is an only child. In the future, if she and Yaozu can succeed, with the two families supporting each other, who would still worry about the young couple having trouble living?"
No one noticed that when Lu Yaozu heard Jiang Xiaoci's name, his expression stiffened and a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes.
When Mr. Lu heard this, his expression softened. He looked at Lu Yaozu and said, "Well, it's time for Yaozu to start a family..."
As he was speaking, a suppressed cough suddenly came from one side of the living room.
Lu Yaozu looked over in the direction of the sound and was slightly surprised to find that their uncle Lu Zhoushan, who had been ill for months and recuperating away from home, had actually returned today.
Lu Zhoushan sat alone on the sofa in the living room, coughing, and took two sips of the hot tea in front of him before he calmed down.
He raised his eyes and looked at the people from the Lu family who were looking at him, and smiled apologetically.
"No, it's just an old problem," he said.
Perhaps because of his disease, Lu Zhoushan's skin is very white, the kind of delicate pale skin, like fine porcelain, but unfortunately it is precious and fragile.
He was also very handsome, with a straight nose, thick eyelashes, and a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, which made his face look very stunning. However, his expression was dull and he looked a bit sickly, which made him look a bit cold.
It was still chilly in spring, but the living room was warm as spring with the burning charcoal.
Everyone was dressed lightly, except him, who was still wrapped in a thick military coat. He was curled up on the sofa, looking a little tired and lazy.
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