Free Web NovelChapter 903: Chapter 340: [Heartbroken Fairy Tale] If Time Could Turn Back (Part 9)
Lu Family’s old residence.
All the servants were in the yard, and a door separated inside and outside into two worlds.
In the living room, Lu Huai’an’s tall and upright body stood on the cashmere carpet, and the shadow cast on the ground was very faint.
A fierce aura emanated from all around him, his black eyes swirling with a corrosive dark color as if capable of devouring everything in the world.
He looked at Lu Zhengmao, his indifferent voice as cold as mid-winter, "Where is Lin Chu?"
Lu Zhengmao sipped tea, his authoritative face showing not a hint of emotion, and spoke calmly, "You are already divorced; where she goes has nothing to do with the Lu Family."
Indeed, his decision was correct.
If he hadn’t prepared in advance, Lin Chu would sooner or later ruin his son and destroy this already incomplete family.
Lu Huai’an’s thin lips pursed slightly, his handsome face stretched into extreme gloom, "I am the one who married her; no one else has the right to interfere in our marriage."
She used the same means to manipulate him twice.
The first time was recklessly to squeeze into his life, and this time, it’s a heartening desolation to escape from him.
Lu Zhengmao’s eyebrows remained unchanged, indifferently saying, "I am your father; I have this right. Having you marry her was purely a commercial strategy of weighing profit and loss. You have always resisted this marriage. What’s wrong with being freed now? There are plenty of women suitable to be Mrs. Lu. Even if you don’t like those, Weiwei awaits you. If you both have that intention, I won’t object."
He spoke calmly and steadily, as if Lin Chu was merely a stepping stone the Lu Family used to approach a predicament.
The Lu Family has been quite benevolent to her, and it’s better that she’s gone.
Otherwise, she would always be a thorn in the flesh.
Without Jing Yuan in this house, it feels like the coldest ice cellar.
Waking up in the morning with no one to take a walk outside, a quiet bedroom at night where even breathing can be heard, and he alone at the dining table for every meal...
Everything can be forgiven, except for harming his wife. That cannot be forgiven in this lifetime.
Lu Huai’an’s hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist, his knuckles faintly pale, veins bulging on the back of his hand, highlighting his current restraint.
His sharply defined features exuded a chill, his black eyes fierce, "I won’t agree unless I see her."
"Whether you agree or not is no longer important. This is the divorce certificate. If you don’t believe it, you can go to the civil affairs bureau to confirm. No one forced her; she came herself, exchanging four hundred million for her life freedom. You are already finished; henceforth, each will marry separately."
Finished...
Lu Huai’an looked at the divorce certificate on the table, his cold gaze almost tearing it apart.
He let out a cold laugh, "No one forced her?"
Lu Zhengmao seemed angered by the mockery at the edge of his eyes, his deep black eyes squinting, "Huai’an, how can you speak to your father in such a tone!"
Lu Huai’an seemed completely unaware of his father’s anger, his aura growing colder and colder, asking word by word, "Where have you hidden Lin Chu?"
It has been six days, and the entire city has been searched thoroughly, yet she hasn’t been found.
"I think you need to calm down; think about your mother before making a decision."
Lu Zhengmao placed the teacup heavily on the table, apparently unwilling to dwell further on this topic, and headed upstairs.
The sound of the study door being slammed shut echoed from the second floor, reverberating in the empty living room.
Lu Huai’an still stood there, enveloped entirely in an undefined darkness.
His mother lying coldly on the operating table scene...
Lin Chu’s pale face standing before Lin Zongjun’s tombstone with dead silence in her eyes...
Intertwining in his mind, forcing him to climb up from the bottom of the cliff, it felt as though his heart was being dug out piece by piece, dripping blood.
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Lun Jun opened the door, and a strong scent of tobacco rushed over.
Ji Wanxia, who had been forcibly brought from the hospital by Lun Jun, frowned her delicate eyebrows, her gentle features devoid of any warmth.
Lun Jun only does what is within his duty.
He stepped aside, giving way and respectfully said, "Miss Ji, please."
If Ji Wanxia completely refused to cooperate, she might as well have been brought by force.
In her current situation, Lu Huai’an only needed to move his fingers to crush her; it’s already this bad, it cannot get any worse.
But she wanted to see for Lin Chu just how ruthless this man could be.
Ji Wanxia walked to the sofa and sat down gracefully, casually asking, "Does Mr. Lu have business with me?"
