Wu Ma has already followed Madam's instructions and is making soup at home.
She was puzzled to hear that Lu Han was allergic to peanuts. The young master hadn't touched peanuts for over a decade, so how could this happen today?
If it were a three-year-old child, it would be understandable, but he's already seventeen, and will be eighteen in a few months. He wouldn't have forgotten his own allergens, would he?
...
In another private room at Crab King Mansion, the Gu family members were toasting and enjoying themselves immensely.
"Huaibei, you should start thinking about marriage. I've heard you're dating a doctor. When are you going to bring him home so everyone can see him?"
Gu Huaibei raised his glass to conceal his intention, "How did we bring him back? We couldn't even tie him up, okay?"
He had been pursuing her for so long, but Fan Huijun remained unmoved by either soft or hard approaches, and he was about to give up.
Gu Huainan sensed something was off about the atmosphere in the private room and made an excuse to go to the restroom.
As soon as I stepped outside, I saw that the next private room was empty, with only one person sitting there blankly.
He thought to himself with a sneer, "What kind of family dares to hold a banquet at the Crab King's Mansion? Are they just unable to pay and left this damned child here?"
Wait a minute, this scoundrel seems familiar!
He peeked through the crack in the door a few more times and then remembered.
Isn't this guy the "Cheng Yaojin" who ruined my good deed?
Just then, a waiter happened to pass by carrying the food.
"Waiter, I have some friends in this private room. Could you please tell me where they are?"
The waiter, unsuspecting, told him the truth.
Gu Huainan said "thank you," but thought to himself, "The Lu family... what's this kid's relationship with the Lu family!"
He took out his phone, secretly snapped a photo, typed a message, and sent it out.
"Help me investigate this person!"
...
Hearing the doorbell ring, Wu Ma turned the stove flame down to the lowest setting, wiped her hands, and went to the entryway.
Seeing that Lu Yi had returned alone, her eyes welled up with tears. "Young Master, come in quickly. Madam told me to take you to your room upstairs!"
"She also said that if you don't like the location, you can choose another one, and if anything is missing, you can ask Butler Xu to get it!"
Lu Yi had clearly lost weight, and the expression in his eyes was even more somber than before.
It seems this child isn't happy living outside either.
It's good to be back; at least we'll be more comfortable with food and lodging.
Lu Yi showed no intention of going upstairs.
The Lu family used to forbid him from entering the main building of this villa, but now they're begging him to come in, yet he has no desire to go inside.
“Aunt Wu, don’t call me young master. I’ve never been a member of the Lu family. It’s not appropriate to call me young master.”
Wu Ma stood there, staring at him with a complicated expression, and finally just sighed.
Lu Yi examined the exquisite painting in his hand.
It's clear that Lu Baoyun's painting skills have improved significantly. Whether it's brush control, composition, or color matching, she has shed her initial naivety.
Just like her as a person, what she exudes from the inside out is no longer the spoiled arrogance of a spoiled young lady, but the tranquility and elegance that comes from maturity.
Lu Yi had seen her potential before, but now he felt it was somewhat unnecessary to think about it.
"Aunt Wu, I remember there was a similar painting in the room I used to stay in. I wonder if it's still there?"
Seeing her awkwardly rubbing her hands, Lu Yi broke the silence first.
The questions asked were also quite subtle.
When she said she wanted to break with the Lu family, given Lu Zhengming's temper, he might very well have torn that little house to shreds.
Even if it's not dismantled, most of the things inside have probably already been moved out and thrown away.
"Young Master, that room is still as it is. The Master and Madam said that you can deal with it yourself when you come back, and no one is allowed to touch it."
Butler Xu carried in a cardboard box.
Aunt Wu nodded with a smile, "Old Xu is right. I'll take you to see. Sometimes they go in and sit for a while. Usually, I clean up, so..."
As soon as the door opened, a fresh scent wafted out.
The room was decorated with pleasant incense.
Hearing the noise, the little turtle in the sink on the corner of the table quickly climbed down the basking board, splashing water everywhere.
It stretched its neck and curiously looked at Lu Yi with its beady eyes.
A hole was made in the wall, and a brand new air conditioner was installed.
The desk and bedside table were spotless, and all the little trinkets remained where he had left them.
Wu Ma let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief and silently left the room.
Lu Yi turned on the fan that Uncle Wang had installed for him, and gradually the image of the boy holding his adoptive parents' portraits and keeping company with the starry sky appeared before his eyes.
He died once, in the bathroom in the corner of this small courtyard.
A jolt of electricity pierced his heart, shattering his delusional hopes for a home.
What has returned now is nothing but an empty shell.
Looking up at the painting above the bed, I noticed that one of its corners had been stuck back on by someone, now fitting perfectly as if it had always belonged there.
Lu Yi thought so too at the time.
Stray cats are found by their biological parents, and even the smallest shelter brings the warmth of home.
His past naiveté brought him endless harm, but now he has repented!
Lu Yi placed Lu Baoyun's new painting on the headboard. The new and the old complemented each other, creating a charming contrast. But this charm belonged to someone else; he had nothing.
Lu Yi turned off the fan and then turned on the remote control.
The air conditioner made an almost inaudible noise, and the small room quickly became cool and comfortable.
Stroking the soft, matching bedding, Lu Yi slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and chuckled silently.
Where were all these things when I lived here?
They would rather pile them up in the storage room than take them out for their own use. Don't they find it ridiculous that they are doing this now?
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