Lu Beichen's condition—"You... are not allowed to see him (Gu Mingzhe) again"—resounded in the quiet hallway, cold and utterly unreasonable.
An Luowei, who had just taken the initiative, was immediately stunned. She looked at him, as if she had just heard the world's most boring joke.
"What did you say?"
"I said," Lu Beichen repeated, his eyes not wavering at all, "Cut off all contact with Gu Mingzhe. Including work."
"What are you basing this on?" An Luowei burst out laughing, a mocking laugh. "Based on you tricking me into signing the marriage certificate? Or based on you being Beichen Jing?"
She took a step forward, facing him. "Have you forgotten our agreement? 'No interference in private life'? You just agreed five minutes ago!"
"I won't interfere." Lu Beichen replied calmly. "This is 'work'."
"Work?"
"He is an employee of the Emperor. You are 'Mrs. Lu's wife'." He used the very title she hated to pressure her. "The public opinion has just calmed down. Do you think if the reporters were to take pictures of 'Mrs. Lu' and 'Chief Designer' meeting privately, what would happen to Tinh Nguyet... or the Emperor's shares...?"
A perfect argument. A blatant excuse for his jealousy.
An Luowei was so angry that she trembled. She knew he was lying. He was clearly jealous!
But she... couldn't argue back.
Because what he said... was right. In terms of business logic, he was right.
"You..." She clenched her fists. "You are despicable. Always despicable."
This sentence, Vi Tien Tu was accusing Beichen Jing.
Lu Beichen didn't object. He just looked at her. "I consider that a yes."
An Luowei didn't reply. She turned around and walked straight to her room (where Xiaotao was sleeping). She slammed the door shut, locking him out.
Lu Beichen stood alone in the hallway. His expression was hard, but a trace of pain flashed through the depths of his eyes.
Despicable?
That's right. If despicable... can keep you by my side, I accept.
The life according to the "compromise" officially began.
It was... strange.
An Luowei moved all of Xiaotao's belongings (which were in the room next door) into her room. From then on, her room became an inviolable "sanctuary".
That night at dinner, the air was so cold that Mrs. Li didn't dare to breathe too hard.
Lu Beichen sat in the main seat. An Luowei sat beside him, but the distance was far enough.
Only Lu Tian'en was happy. The boy had completely recovered, sitting in his special child seat, right next to An Luo Wei.
"Mom... eat." Xiao Tao picked up a piece of fish (with the bones removed) and put it in An Luo Wei's bowl.
"So good." An Luo Wei smiled, the first gentle smile of the day. She patted her son's head.
Lu Bei Shen, who had been treated like air until now, saw that scene, his hand holding the fork tightened.
His son. His son. Was picking up food for his wife.
And she... smiled at him.
During the whole meal, she hadn't even looked at him once.
"Cough." He coughed.
An Luo Wei and Xiao Tao both looked up at him... then simultaneously looked down, continuing to eat.
Completely ignoring.
Bang!
Lu Bei Shen put down his knife and fork.
Xiao Tao was startled. An Luo Wei looked up, raising her eyebrows: "You scared me."
"Tomorrow." Lu Bei Chen said coldly, "I will take Xiao Tao to kindergarten."
"NO!" An Luo Wei immediately objected. "She just went through a big shock! Moreover... she is autistic. She needs me."
"She is the son of the Lu family." He replied, "She can't be so weak. And you... also have to focus on Tinh Nguyet."
"I said no!" She growled. "You have no right to decide!"
"I am her father."
"I am her mother! And she needs me!"
Two streams of energy collided. One was from the Emperor, the other was from Hoa Than.
Xiao Tao looked at her father, looked at her mother, then suddenly... burst into tears.
The little boy was scared. His parents... were arguing again.
Xiao Tao's cry stopped all fighting.
An Luo Wei quickly hugged her child. "Be good... shut up. Mom won't argue."
Lu Beichen was also stunned. He lost again. He lost to his own son.
"Okay." He stood up, loosening his tie. "I'll stay home. But you... still have to go to the company."
After saying that, he left, leaving behind a cold atmosphere.
The next morning.
Exactly 8 o'clock. The car was waiting. An Luowei (still keeping the 'acting' compromise) had to ride in the same car with him.
As soon as she entered the lobby, all the employees bowed: "President Lu, Madam Lu!"
An Luowei's face was expressionless, she went straight into the dedicated elevator.
But today, she didn't go to the 108th floor.
"Stop at the 80th floor, Design Department." She ordered.
Lu Beichen frowned. "My seat is above..."
"Third compromise." She interrupted. "Tinh Nguyet is mine. I need to work with my team. My place is in the Design Department."
Luc Bac Than did not say anything.
Tinh. The elevator door opened on the 80th floor. She stepped out.
"An... Luo Wei?" The entire Design Department was stunned when they saw "Mrs. Lu" suddenly appear.
"Hello everyone." She said, her voice cold and professional. "I am An Luo Wei, the director of the Tinh Nguyet project. From today on, I will be working here."
She had just walked towards the conference room when someone blocked her way.
"Luo Wei!" Gu Mingzhe. His face was full of worry. "You... are you okay? Last night... you..."
"Brother Triet..." An Luo Wei felt guilty. "I'm sorry. Last night..."
She hadn't finished speaking yet.
A giant black shadow appeared behind her. Lu Beichen.
He had already exited the private elevator and followed her.
The entire Design Department held their breaths. General Lu... had never set foot in this area before.
He didn't look at Gu Mingzhe. He only looked at An Luo Wei.
"Assistant An." He called her by her title. "Forgot the agreement?"
"I..."
Lu Beichen passed her, standing opposite Gu Mingzhe. The Emperor's eyes looked at a mortal.
"Team leader Gu."
"Lu... General Lu." Gu Mingzhe stood up straight despite his fear.
"You... are 'sick'." Lu Beichen said. "Rest. Starting today, you will be transferred to Project B at the Haigang branch. Temporarily... 3 months."
This is not a transfer. This is... exile.
Exiling Gu Mingzhe to a distant, useless branch.
"You!" An Luowei shouted. "What are you doing? You are abusing your power! You are violating the agreement!"
Lu Beichen turned around and grabbed her wrist.
"You are right." He whispered, his voice filled with danger, so that only the two of them could hear.
"But have you forgotten, Weiwei?"
"I am the Emperor. I am Luc Bac Than."
"I... don't like to compromise."