Although Lu Yanchen appears outwardly bright and powerful,
he was never loved by his family, leaving him desolate deep within.
He was a child deprived of love, and only a single word from me would lead him to question his own shortcomings.
He truly aches for me.
He was such a good child, yet he grew up in an attic devoid of sunlight for years.
Back then, I was mischievous and lively, while he could only listen to my laughter in the shadows, afraid to join in.
Perhaps my freedom and laughter healed his gloom, sparking a yearning for sunlight and leading him to love me for so many years.
Even as he's grown older, his essence remains the boy who hid in the attic, secretly watching me.
I gently wrapped my arm around his waist, wanting to plant the seeds of love in his heart. "Brother Yan, don't doubt yourself. You're truly wonderful to me."
"Wanwan..."
His whisper echoed above me, two wounded souls healing each other.
The world was a vast makeshift stage, as Lu Yanchen and I embraced and shared our hearts.
In the next room, a passionate scene was already unfolding.
It was obvious that Jiang Qing had barely touched Lin Hui, so much so that she looked as if she hadn't seen a man in eight hundred years.
The scene reminded me of a pig that had been hungry for three days and saw pig food—its eyes lit up!
I pounced on it like a hungry tiger, but I caught sight of the fat pig's plump belly and nearly vomited my leftover food.
Just as I was about to look away, a hand suddenly covered my eyes. A gentle man's voice echoed in my ears: "Don't look."
I turned around and met Lu Yanchen's gaze. "Is Ah Yan jealous?"
He averted his eyes somewhat awkwardly, but didn't say anything against his will. "I just don't want you to look at other men's bodies."
This man was clearly ruthless and decisive with his enemies, yet he was obedient and gentle with me.
This contrast was absolutely adorable, and for some reason, I wanted to bully him.
I stood on tiptoe and whispered softly in his ear: "If you don't want to look at others, then I'll look at Ah Yan, okay?"
Soon, a hint of red stained his jade-like ears.
A large hand restrained my waist, and I was immediately pulled into the man's embrace. "Wanwan, you asked me to do this."
I had unknowingly gone from spectator to actor.
But if the other person was Lu Yanchen, a moment of pleasure wouldn't be a bad idea.
It must be said that although Zhou Yuyou was nearly fifty, he certainly had the potential to father three sons and two daughters. No wonder Lin Hui was so captivated by him. We were clearly trying to steal their plans for the Jiang family, but it turned out to be a real-life lesson.
At first, I felt quite shy, but then, biting my finger, I watched intently, like a studious student, exclaiming, "Is this even possible?"
I turned to look at Lu Yanchen and saw he was also intensely focused. Noticing my gaze, he immediately looked away, but his red ears gave me a clue.
I threw myself into his arms. "Aren't you secretly studying, A-Yan?"
Lu Yanchen coughed softly. "A little."
"Don't you have any secret folders on your computer?"
I remember back in school, a boy gave a speech in a lecture, but someone tricked him and replaced his data.
I opened the folder and found dozens of gigabytes inside, all with a variety of names.
The boy's extroversion was replaced by four years of introversion. The first thing anyone saw him said was, "Brother, can you talk to me?"
Lu Yanchen was already thirty-three, so he had no women, so he hadn't even seen porn videos. He looked away. "I'm usually busy with work, so I don't have time to think."
Thinking about how he wasn't well-received in the Lu family during those years, he left early to recuperate abroad, in order to repay his eldest sister-in-law for saving his life and to help Lu Shiyan and I.
In fact, he built a business empire all on his own.
Without connections, without support, how difficult it must have been for him to be alone in a foreign country.
I nuzzled the crook of his neck and said with a hint of heartache, "You can think about it now, Ayan. We'll have plenty of time to learn slowly in the future..."
Late at night.
I emerged from the bathroom after a shower and found a midnight snack on the table.
The tall man set the table, always considerate and attentive, and then looked up and said gently, "Hungry, aren't you?"
I put my arm around his waist. "Ayan, why are you so kind?"
"Because Wanwan deserves it."
I smiled at him. "Then I won't be shy."
With him, I felt the beauty of being in love, without the dullness and tedium of marriage. Lin Hui's voice pulled me out of the sweet, sweet atmosphere. "Xu Lan might be pregnant. Jiang Qing's been hanging around her all this time. And that damn Jiang Wanwan, I don't know what's wrong with her, she's like a completely different person, going crazy every day and transferring all of Zhi'er and I's wealth."
I was nibbling on a chicken foot when I was suddenly called out.
I glanced up at the TV. Lin Hui was nestled in Zhou Yuyou's arms, like a little bird.
On the other hand, if these two were twenty years younger, the scene would be quite beautiful.
The sight of Lin Hui's high-tech silicone face resting in the arms of a burly man made me feel physically uncomfortable, and I quickly turned my head away and continued nibbling.
"Pregnant? That's a problem."
Zhou Yuyou's voice was tinged with displeasure. "It's your fault for being so stupid that you haven't been able to get a marriage certificate with him in all these years. Once you have that certificate, you'll get half of Jiang Qing's wealth—that's half of the Jiang family!"
I don't even need to see it to imagine the greedy expression on this man's face at that moment—greasy and disgusting. It's true there's no harm without comparison.
Jiang Qing may be a scumbag, but his image and demeanor are still that of a domineering CEO.
There's a difference between a natural-born aristocrat and a newly minted nouveau riche.
I imagine someone like Zhou Yuyou, who grew up poor, would indulge in extravagant spending and overindulge after becoming wealthy, leading to his current state.
Yet, Lin Hui applies a ten-level filter and still loves him utterly. It's incomprehensible.
"If Xu Lan gives birth to another son, all our years of hard work will be in vain."
Lin Hui's face trembled with anxiety. "Then what should we do?"
"Two options. First, find a way to get rid of the baby in Xu Lan's belly."
The moment I heard that, the chicken feet in my hand instantly lost their flavor! Lin Hui asked again, "What about the second option?"
"You find a way to gain Jiang Qing's trust, force him to divorce Xu Lan, and then seize the opportunity to marry him. I've been waiting for so many years, and I don't want to wait any longer. Xiaohui, why don't you buy him some insurance policies?"
"You, what do you want to do?"
I glanced at the man, only to see a sinister expression on his face.
"After you marry him, we'll find a way to kill Jiang Qing. That way, the entire Jiang family will be ours!"