“Brother… what you did just now really hurt,” Lu Keran muttered softly.
Lu Shaoyan didn’t even bother to respond, though the feel had indeed been quite good—smooth and elastic.
It was still early, and the servants wouldn’t come up to the second floor to disturb them.
Lu Keran, feeling a little guilty, hurried back to her room. Lu Shaoyan watched her retreating figure, then turned to head downstairs. But as he rounded the corner, he saw Lu Qingyan standing at the stairway, looking at him with a complicated expression.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, making her appear even colder.
“You’re back?”
“Mm. I came back to grab a few things. Dad will have to stay in the hospital for a few days, so I’ll be there with him. Xiyue went straight to the hospital last night. She’s staying there today.”
Lu Shaoyan nodded. Lu Xiyue, the second young lady of the Lu family, had once had the best relationship with him.
Lu Qingyan glanced at his calm expression before speaking again, “I’ve already arranged for people to go to Qingshan regarding your situation. Originally, a simple report would have been enough, but after what happened yesterday, don’t touch your records for now. After some time passes, we’ll arrange for a new psychological evaluation.”
Lu Shaoyan couldn’t tell whether she was concerned about his mental state, but her reasoning made sense. After all, he had just killed someone.
“Mm.”
Seeing how composed he remained, Lu Qingyan couldn’t help but ask, “You don’t need to go to school recently. What are you planning to do?”
Lu Shaoyan grinned faintly. “Been cooped up for too long.”
“Planning to relax for a bit.”
Lu Qingyan neither agreed nor disagreed, nor did she press further about how he planned to relax. However, she seemed to notice the faint, shadowy glint in his eyes as he spoke.
After a moment’s thought, she handed him a card. “Liu Yun cut off your funds before. Use this for now.”
“Dad gave it to you.”
Lu Shaoyan looked at the card curiously, roughly guessing that this was compensation Lu Linyuan had prepared for him earlier.
If he hadn’t taken action himself, he might never have even received this card.
Without hesitation, he accepted it.
“I’ll take care of things on Dad’s side, including dealing with the Liu family. I’m heading there later today. As for matters at home, you can handle them however you like. This morning, I directly dismissed two people.”
“The household staff needs to be reorganized.”
Lu Shaoyan understood what she meant. Although Lu Yunhai wasn’t from the Lu family, he was still connected to the Liu family. Even if he was an illegitimate child, a death like that would inevitably bring trouble.
However, the Lu family also harbored resentment. As the person involved—the one who had killed him—it would be best if he didn’t appear during any negotiations with the Liu family.
As for what Lu Qingyan said about handling matters at home, it naturally referred to the servants. Those she had dismissed were close to Liu Yun.
Not that they were truly loyal. In an employer-employee relationship, who would risk their life for someone else? It wasn’t worth it.
As for the grievances he had suffered before, if he wanted, he could deal with them however he pleased.
Lu Shaoyan had no intention of making things difficult for the servants. They were just following whoever held power.
“Got it.”
Lu Qingyan seemed like she wanted to say more, but she still had many things to handle and needed to go to the company later. After glancing at him, she suddenly stepped forward, adjusting his collar before saying, “I’m leaving.”
Lu Shaoyan found her action somewhat strange. In the past, the two of them had never been this “close.” He even noticed that her fair fingertips seemed slightly stiff.
Still, he didn’t think too much of it. At the very least, this elder sister bore him no ill will.
While eating breakfast, Zhou Yuan approached and quietly reported that after returning home that morning, Lu Qingyan had gathered all the household staff for a meeting.
It was nothing more than a warning not to speak out of turn, but the key point was that she had made it clear—Lu Shaoyan was still the young master of the Lu family.
Anyone who dared to spread rumors would not be spared.
Lu Shaoyan glanced at Zhou Yuan. He already knew these things, but Zhou Yuan taking the initiative to report them still pleased him.
Those who understood the situation were wise. Those who didn’t would end up crippled.
After telling Zhou Yuan to prepare the car, Lu Shaoyan continued eating his breakfast at a leisurely pace.
Before long, Lu Keran came running down the stairs with quick footsteps.
Today, she had changed her outfit. Even without lipstick, her lips remained naturally red. Her long legs, wrapped in jeans, were even more eye-catching—her figure was indeed excellent, especially those legs.
She sat directly beside Lu Shaoyan and was about to start eating when he said, “Aunt Liu mentioned earlier that your mother hasn’t opened the door and didn’t eat breakfast. I had someone prepare a portion. Take it up to her.”
Lu Keran pouted. “If she’s not eating, then she’s not hungry.”
Lu Shaoyan chuckled at that. It wasn’t that he thought Lu Keran was unfilial—rather, Liu Yun had often said the same thing about her in the past.
The mother and daughter had always been the type to argue after just a few words. Now that something like this had happened, expecting Lu Keran to suddenly empathize with her mother was unrealistic.
If she wasn’t eating, then she wasn’t hungry. When she was, she would eat.
Sensing that Lu Keran’s resentment toward Liu Yun hadn’t faded, he didn’t press further.
Missing a few meals wouldn’t kill anyone.
He had experience with that.
At that moment, Lu Keran asked cautiously, “Brother… do you not resent my mom anymore?”
“I do.”
Lu Keran fell silent, shifting uneasily in her seat.
Lu Shaoyan set down his utensils and smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to her… after all, she’s your mother.”
Lu Shaoyan smiled inwardly. Girls like her were easy to appease—they liked feeling valued, and more than anything, they liked being treated differently.
As long as they felt special, that was enough.
Lu Keran’s mood improved noticeably. She asked, “Brother, where are you going today?”
“Why are you asking?”
“I’ll go with you. I don’t want to stay at home.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
“Don’t feel like going.”
Lu Shaoyan didn’t comment on her willfulness. For her, going to university was just about getting a diploma—and even that wasn’t particularly important.
“I’m going to Qingshan today.”
“Ah? Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital?”
“Mm.”
Lu Keran had been there once—on the day they sent Lu Shaoyan there. She had gone along that time.
“What are you going there for?”
“To deliver some gifts.”
“Gifts?”
“Mm. I was taken care of there for over three months. Naturally, I should express my gratitude.”
“I’m coming too,” Lu Keran blurted out immediately.
“Suit yourself.”
Lu Shaoyan enjoyed his meal. The Lu family’s chefs were truly skilled.
The only thing was, Lu Keran kept sneaking glances at him.
“Why do you keep looking at me?”
“Brother, you’ve changed a lot.”
“How so?”
“Mm… I can’t really explain it… but you’ve definitely become more handsome.”