Free Web NovelChapter 64: Chapter 64; Su Yao
And now, inside the Lu Residence, that imbalance was beginning to shift again in dangerous ways.
"You should leave my bedroom," Su Wan said calmly. "And probably the Lu Residence too. You have no reason to stay here."
Her tone carried no emotion now, only dismissal. Because Su Yao’s presence inside the estate was becoming more than irritating.
It was disruptive and very unpredictable. A variable Su Wan neither needed nor trusted near the fragile structure she was still building around herself.
Su Yao’s expression cooled immediately.
"This isn’t the Su mansion," she said with a cold snort as she looked back at her sister. "What right do you have to chase me out of the Lu Residence?"
As she spoke, her gaze shifted toward the scattered files across the sofa table. She walked over casually enough to appear unconcerned, then reached toward the top document.
Su Wan moved instantly.
Her injured arm protested sharply with the motion, but she shoved Su Yao’s hand away before she could touch the files.
The force caught Su Yao completely off guard. She stumbled back a step, her expression changing immediately as she looked toward Su Wan.
Not because of the push, but because of how protective she had been.
The atmosphere in the room sharpened at once.
Su Wan gathered the files into her arms without hesitation, her gaze colder now than at any point during the conversation.
"You’d better learn to mind your own business," she said quietly. "And get out of my bedroom."
She stretched her free hand toward the open door. The gesture was clear. Leave.
Su Yao’s face darkened slightly as she straightened herself again.
"This isn’t even your bedroom," she replied coldly. "Why should I leave just because you said so?"
Her eyes moved slowly across the luxurious room before returning to Su Wan.
"Aren’t you getting a little too comfortable in this situation?" she continued. "Three more women carrying his children entered this house today." A faint mocking smile touched her lips. "It wouldn’t kill you to share with me too."
The silence afterward lingered heavily.
Then unexpectedly—
"Sure."
Su Yao blinked slightly surprised.
Su Wan’s expression never changed.
"You can have him."
The answer came so casually that it completely disrupted the tension Su Yao had been trying to build. There was no jealousy in it. No anger. No possessiveness.
And somehow that response unsettled Su Yao far more than rejection would have. Because the woman standing in front of her genuinely did not seem emotionally attached to Lu Shaohan anymore.
Su Wan picked up the remaining files from the table before walking past her toward the door.
To begin with, Old Master Lu should never have allowed Su Yao to stay inside the Lu Residence. Not now. Not during a succession crisis. Not while every faction inside the family was already moving in secret. freeweɓnøvel.com
Su Yao was not harmless. She was a destabilizing factor disguised as family.
And the more Su Wan thought about it, the less she believed Old Master Lu’s approval had been accidental. Men like him never made careless decisions. If he allowed Su Yao into the estate, then he was calculating something from the other side too.
Interesting.
Without another word, Su Wan stepped out of the master bedroom and closed the door behind her.
The quiet corridor stretched dimly ahead beneath the soft amber wall lighting while distant wind brushed faintly against the estate windows.
She did not stop walking. If Su Yao wanted that room so badly, she could keep it for the night.
The one thing Su Wan had absolutely no interest in fighting over was Lu Shaohan. At least not emotionally.
Right now he was useful, powerful, and dangerous. Nothing more.
And if Su Yao believed proximity to him was some kind of victory, then she was chasing the wrong thing entirely.
Su Wan walked further down the private corridor before entering one of the unused guest rooms near the western wing.
The room was quieter and colder than the master suite, untouched enough that the air still carried the faint scent of clean linen and polished wood.
She locked the door behind her before finally setting the files down across the bed.
For the next hour, she reviewed everything carefully. Shareholder structures. Transfer confirmations. Secondary Lu branch information. The Zhang family movements.
By the time she finally closed the last file, exhaustion had settled heavily into her body. The bedside clock had already passed deep into the night.
Su Wan lowered herself slowly onto the bed, her injured arm aching faintly beneath the loosened bandage while the wind outside continued moving restlessly through the sleeping Lu Residence.
Then finally—for the first time since the chaos began—she allowed herself to close her eyes.
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The master bedroom fell silent after Su Wan left.
For several moments, Su Yao remained standing exactly where she was, her eyes fixed on the closed door while the tension from the confrontation still lingered faintly through the room.
Then slowly—she smiled. It was a slightly cold one.
Because despite the argument, one thing mattered more than anything else tonight: Su Wan had walked out. And Su Yao remained inside the master suite.
The realization settled warmly through her chest as she turned her attention toward the luxurious bedroom surrounding her.
The dim amber lighting softened the expensive furnishings while the quiet atmosphere carried traces of Lu Shaohan’s presence everywhere—his jacket draped carelessly across the chair near the window, documents left partially open on the side table, the faint scent of his cologne still lingering through the air.
For years, this room had represented distance. Status. A life permanently out of reach.
And now she was standing inside it alone.
Interesting how quickly things changed.
Su Yao walked slowly toward the master bathroom afterward, her fingers brushing lightly against the marble countertop as she entered.
The mirrors reflected soft golden light across the spacious interior while steam gradually filled the room beneath the running water.
The shower lasted longer than necessary. Not because she was tired. Because she was thinking.
About the dinner table. About the way Lu Shaohan had defended Su Wan publicly. And about the way Su Wan herself no longer seemed emotionally attached to him at all.
That part confused her most. The original Su Wan would have guarded this marriage desperately, but this version—almost treated Lu Shaohan like an asset instead of a husband.
Which meant something inside the balance had changed. And changed people always created openings.
By the time Su Yao stepped out of the shower, her thoughts had already settled again into calm calculation.
She dried herself slowly before opening the wardrobe. Her eyes moved carefully across the expensive fabrics hanging inside before stopping on one particular nightdress. Dark silk. Elegant. One of Su Wan’s.
Su Yao stared at it quietly for several seconds before reaching for it.
The fabric slipped smoothly against her skin as she changed, the soft material carrying the faint scent of expensive perfume and lingering warmth from regular use.
A dangerous satisfaction settled through her chest afterward as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Not because of the dress itself, but because of what it represented. Position. Access. Replacement.
Su Yao brushed her hair slowly afterward before finally walking back into the bedroom.
The large bed sat untouched beneath the dim lighting, the dark sheets slightly disturbed from earlier while the entire room remained wrapped in heavy silence.
She climbed into the bed carefully, pulling the covers loosely around herself before turning slightly toward the bedroom door.
Waiting.
Because she knew Lu Shaohan would return eventually. Men like him rarely slept elsewhere inside their own residence.
And tonight especially, after everything that happened, he would come back here eventually to continue working or rest before morning meetings began again.
Su Yao lowered her eyes briefly, her fingers resting lightly against the silk sheets beneath her.
This was only one step. A small one trap for her to succeed and proceed to another step.
But inside powerful families, positions rarely changed all at once, they only shifted gradually, quietly, until suddenly the balance no longer resembled what existed before.
And if Su Wan truly no longer cared about holding onto Lu Shaohan emotionally—then someone else eventually would.
The thought settled quietly into her mind as she stared toward the darkened doorway.
Because proximity inside the Lu family meant more than affection. It meant visibility. Influence. And eventually—shares.
She had to get to Lu Shaohan as soon as possible....
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