Free Web NovelChapter 933: Chapter 347: Heartbreak Fairy Tale — The Pain Lasts Beyond a Hundred Days (Part 2)
The person who accompanied Lin Chu to the hospital was the old man’s assistant, and the news brought back was one hundred percent credible.
Therefore, the problem could only lie with the doctor.
Lu Zhengmao forced Lin Chu to abort the child at the time, cold-blooded and ruthless, but now when he hears that the child is still alive, oddly enough, he feels a trace of relief.
The bloodline of the Lu Family cannot end in the hands of that unfilial son.
Lu Zhengmao took big strides towards the hospital exit, asking calmly, "At the Riverfront Apartment?"
The subordinate hurriedly caught up, "Yes, Lun Jun just took the young master home."
"Let’s go take a look."
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Qi Ming was still the same as before, as long as Lin Chu wasn’t around, he almost wouldn’t speak.
Sitting quietly on the sofa.
When Lu Zhengmao arrived at the Riverfront Apartment, Qi Ming was sitting alone at the dining table eating, and the servant standing by quickly went to brew a cup of tea.
Lu Zhengmao looked at the boy who was the spitting image of Lu Huai’an in his youth, an unusual surge filled his chest.
This was his own grandson.
After all the servants and subordinates had avoided the dining room, he sat down on the chair opposite, beginning to speak in as gentle a voice as possible, "What’s your name?"
Qi Ming only glanced at Lu Zhengmao when he first entered, then continued eating seriously.
It wasn’t until he finished his last bite of rice that he wiped his mouth and spoke, "So who are you?"
Though young in age, he was very well-mannered.
The rules of the Lu Family, few words at the table, neither humble nor arrogant when questioned, this little boy had mastered them all.
Lu Zhengmao rarely showed a gentle smile, the anger accumulated from morning until night was temporarily suppressed, his gaze never leaving the boy’s face for a moment.
"I am your grandfather."
"I only have a maternal grandfather, no paternal grandfather."
The boy’s crisp voice was very clear in the quiet dining room.
Lu Zhengmao’s smile stiffened momentarily, using the motion of taking a drink of tea to disguise the subtle emotional shift, then gently explained, "Your surname is Lu, and so is mine."
Qi Ming shook his head, "My surname is Lin."
Lu Zhengmao wasn’t the type to argue with a four-year-old child, he was merely there to confirm that the Lu Family bloodline still persisted.
Even though he had never seen him, never assumed the responsibilities of a grandfather, and even once nearly ’killed’ him... But with the same blood flowing through him just the sight stirred turbulent waves within his heart, hard to calm.
Qi Ming looked indifferently at Lu Zhengmao, whose hair had already grown gray well past fifty, with eyes that reflected a stark coldness unsuitable for his age, "Where did you hide Mom?"
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Lin Chu’s first time entering the detention center.
She showed no signs of rejection or resistance, very cooperative, changing clothes when asked, cutting her hair when told, compliant to an uncharacteristic extent. freeweɓnovel.cøm
The cell wasn’t only occupied by her as a ’convict’ and since she came in last she was naturally isolated.
She didn’t care about the cold stares and scrutiny, just worried about Qi Ming.
Although knowing that Lu Family members wouldn’t harm her son, her son was only close to her, having no friends and the absence of the most familiar person beside him.
Lin Chu sat at the remotest corner, hugging her knees, her body curling into a small ball.
Whispering softly, "Sorry darling, mom can’t bear it."
The gathered prisoners didn’t allow Lin Chu quiet for long, one of the boss ladies using a tone of inevitability commanded her, "Hey! Newcomer, go make the beds for us."
The prison rules dictated that newcomers received this kind of treatment.
People detained in the pretrial facility weren’t typically involved in major cases, influential individuals wouldn’t end up here, as money could resolve their issues.
So, it was nothing more than some socially wayward individuals.
Lin Chu lifted her head, looking at the woman speaking to her, tone mildly indifferent, "Do you know why I’m here?"
The woman scoffed, "What else could it be, everyone here did something wrong."
Lin Chu smiled too, her brilliant features lighting up with a bit of vitality, she lightly said, "I’m different from you all, I actually killed someone."
After Lin Chu spoke, the woman’s mocking snicker froze, she eyed Lin Chu up and down, skepticism painted on her face.
"Who are you trying to scare? If you truly committed murder, how would a mere several-month detention suffice?"
Lin Chu pushed the stray hair hanging by her cheek aside, tucking it behind her ear, exposing her face fully to the light.
Slowly explaining, "Money can make the devil turn the mill, anyone with a bit of insight should not find my face entirely unfamiliar."
Despite identical clothing, identical hairstyle, the aura and appearance couldn’t be concealed.
Once, Lin Chu’s photos were on major fashion magazines or street shoot websites, her looks differed from the gentle Wen Wan type of Ji Wanxia, features bold and bright, and as long as one had seen her, one couldn’t forget easily.
Someone indeed recognized Lin Chu, whispered in the big boss lady’s ear to remind her.
The woman understood, giving Lin Chu a mocking glance, "Tsk tsk, turns out it’s Lin Zongjun’s daughter, vanished for so many years, almost unrecognizable, your family went bankrupt long ago, what are you boasting about here? Isn’t it shameful?"
Lin Chu remained unoffended, with a smile still upon her face.
"Since you recognized me, you should know I’m not someone you can provoke, quietly and with mutual non-interference let’s spend these two months, it’s better for everyone."
The woman, unconvinced, wanted to go teach Lin Chu a lesson but was pulled aside and warned by her companion.
Low murmuring discussions ensued, followed by the woman’s feigned bravado of mockery, finally granting Lin Chu some peace for her ears.
In the square confines, only in one corner was there a small window, which couldn’t really be termed a window, just an opening, enough to let in a few threads of sunlight, giving people hope of life. freeweɓnøvel.com
Lin Chu silently sat at her designated spot, nearly speaking no further words.
Compared to being under Lu Huai’an, forced to accept such intimate affection, she surprisingly felt more comfortable here.
Lu Huai’an, are you dead?
You probably aren’t.
My heart is still beating, faint but remains the proof I’m alive.
Lu Huai’an, does it hurt for you?
Someone as cold-blooded as you should taste such pain, arriving in hell you’ll bear the pain of a gouged heart.
Lu Huai’an, are you trying to have it both ways?
I won’t let you have it both ways.
Memory is something that can’t be erased, the inflicted damage now a deep-seated mark, we can’t go back.
Separated by a human life, we can never return.
