“Take care of things at home, Shaoyan.”
“Understood.”
As Lu Qingyan left with the others, Lu Shaoyan glanced at Lu Keran, who was staying beside Liu Yun while secretly observing him. Then he spoke, “Aunt Liu, Madam Lu has been frightened. Take her back to her bedroom to rest.”
“And clean up the floor. This isn’t a kennel—stop letting people wet the place like animals.”
“Zhou Yuan, stay outside the room and look after Madam. If she needs anything, you’re responsible.”
Zhou Yuan bowed slightly. “Understood, Young Master.”
After that, Lu Shaoyan arranged for Zhou Ting’s and Lu Yunhai’s bodies to be carried away.
The other servants looked at each other uneasily, but Lu Shaoyan simply said calmly, “Disperse. Go do whatever you’re supposed to be doing.”
“I’ll handle calling the police.”
The servants nodded repeatedly and returned to their duties, though quiet whispers naturally followed.
Lu Shaoyan then had someone prepare food for him—he hadn’t eaten his fill earlier.
A maid carefully brought a basin of water. Lu Shaoyan dipped his slightly bloodstained hands into it and washed them. Under the maid’s somewhat nervous assistance, he didn’t forget to say politely, “Thank you.”
That single sentence nearly made the maid spill the basin.
She retreated hurriedly, still trembling.
After washing his hands, Lu Shaoyan didn’t move elsewhere. He sat back down on the sofa, calmly watching the servants wipe away the blood on the floor while eating the meal that was quickly brought to him.
The outcome was even better than he had expected.
With Lu Qingyan taking control of the Lu family, it was beneficial for him.
At worst, she might turn against him afterward and send him back to the psychiatric hospital—but under these circumstances, he didn’t think she would.
After all, Liu Yun wasn’t dead.
As for Lu Linyuan, he had already helped him take revenge. No man could tolerate the existence of an adulterer, especially one who had nearly taken everything from him.
There was also the matter of a man’s trampled dignity.
So calling it “repaying a favor” wasn’t entirely wrong.
Now, he just had to see what that old man planned to do… or whether he could even survive.
As for the matter of killing—
Lu Shaoyan wasn’t worried.
After all, he was a “madman.”
By the time the bloodstains on the floor had been completely cleaned, Lu Shaoyan had also eaten his fill. It was then that Lu Keran carefully walked down the stairs.
When she saw him lift his eyes to look at her, she suddenly felt like she didn’t even know how to walk anymore.
Still, she forced herself forward, awkwardly stopping in front of him.
After hesitating for a while, she spoke softly, “Brother…”
“I’m not your brother.”
Lu Keran choked on her words, but still continued, “Brother, Mom was deceived by Zhou Ting… and Lu Yunhai too.”
“Mom used to treat you well.”
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Lu Shaoyan let out a soft scoff, ignoring that part entirely as he said, “I killed Lu Yunhai. Don’t you hate me?”
Lu Keran pursed her lips slightly. “He’s not my brother. You are.”
“I’m a murderer.”
“…They were trying to harm you.”
“How do you know?”
Lu Keran didn’t actually know. But under Lu Shaoyan’s playful gaze, she still said, “Whether it’s true or not… it doesn’t matter.”
Looking at her flawless face, Lu Shaoyan felt a strange sense of unease.
It was a kind of beauty… laced with poison.
Because he could clearly feel that Lu Keran didn’t care about the deaths of those two people at all—not even Lu Yunhai, who was technically her blood-related brother.
In her eyes, only the people she cared about mattered. Everyone else’s life or death meant nothing.
A true young lady without empathy—or even a sense of right and wrong.
Lu Qingyan appeared cold, but Lu Keran was genuinely cold.
Still, he wasn’t some righteous judge. What did other people’s nature have to do with him?
“Brother, can you let Mom go?”
“I already said, I don’t plan to kill her. I’m not some natural-born killer.”
Lu Keran glanced cautiously at him, then at the floor that had just been cleaned. Not long ago, two bodies had lain there.
Are you not?
You killed two people so cleanly… even serial killers wouldn’t be this calm.
But she still asked, “Really?”
Lu Shaoyan nodded. Of course it was true.
If he could avoid killing, he would.
Besides, sometimes death wasn’t punishment.
Living could be far more painful.
Just like how Lu Shaoyan had lived in the psychiatric hospital.
Slowly tormenting someone’s life…
That was far more interesting.
“I’m not lying to a child.”
Only then did Lu Keran finally relax a little. As long as her mother was safe, she could be at ease.
She loosened up and muttered, “I’m not a child.”
As she spoke, she straightened her posture slightly.
Not particularly impressive, but certainly not deserving of being called a “child.”
Lu Shaoyan chuckled softly before saying, “Shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself right now?”
“Myself?” Lu Keran tilted her head, looking confused.
With her looks, even that simple motion carried a certain charm.
Lu Keran obediently sat down beside him, as if she had completely forgotten that not long ago he had slapped her twice—and even killed people in front of her. Her movements were almost… light.
“Brother~”
Her voice turned soft and clinging. Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her scalp.
She saw Lu Shaoyan holding a strand of her hair.
Then she heard him say, “Yu Meng, take the Third Miss’s hair to the hospital. Give it to… the eldest miss.”
Looking at the stunned Lu Keran, Lu Shaoyan smiled. “You’d better hope you’re truly Lu Linyuan’s daughter.”
Only then did Lu Keran react.
Lu Yunhai was the child of her mother and Zhou Ting.
Then what about her?
Could she be the same?
Was she also… an illegitimate child?
In that instant, panic surged through her—especially when she recalled the strange looks from the servants earlier.
She had once mocked Lu Shaoyan.
And now… she might become the very same thing.
Thinking of Lu Shaoyan’s past, and the servants’ gazes, fear crept into her heart.
“I… I have the surname Lu.”
“I’m Dad’s daughter.”
Seeing her dazed expression, Lu Shaoyan smiled faintly.
No one truly understood another’s pain. When it happened to others, Lu Keran had been indifferent. Now that it might happen to her, she finally felt fear.
He preferred her previous arrogant self.
Calmly, he said, “That’s something you should ask your mother. Maybe she has the answer.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Keran rushed up the stairs and burst into Liu Yun’s room.
Soon, the sounds of arguing mixed with Liu Yun’s sobbing echoed from upstairs.
Lu Shaoyan leisurely sipped his juice.
Now it was time to watch the show.
This drama between mother and daughter would likely last quite a while.
From Zhou Ting’s attitude, he felt that Lu Keran was most likely Lu Linyuan’s daughter.
But first, it wasn’t certain.
Second, he did it on purpose.
Not killing Liu Yun didn’t mean he would let her live comfortably.
Watching cracks form between mother and daughter… he found that quite satisfying.
Losing a son in middle age was a heavy blow—for both Lu Linyuan and Liu Yun.
Letting them suffer a little longer wasn’t a bad thing.
Even if the nature of their grief wasn’t the same.
The juice in this house tasted quite good.