“Sir!”
Facing Zhou Ting’s pleading cry, Lu Linyuan turned to another person beside him and said, “Old Wei, call Doctor Wu over! Collect Zhou Ting’s and Lu Yunhai’s DNA and send it for testing! Use multiple institutions!!!!”
As Zhou Ting collapsed onto the ground, whether the test was done or not already seemed meaningless.
Lu Shaoyan knew he had won.
It hadn’t even been much of a gamble.
After all, in his memories, Zhou Ting’s attitude toward him, his ambiguous relationship with Liu Yun, the difference in how he treated Lu Yunhai, and even how he helped Lu Yunhai frame him… all of it had been far too obvious.
Only that former fool had never understood how treacherous people could be.
It would be normal for outsiders not to notice—but for him, the one directly involved, to remain completely unaware… he could only say that being framed and locked in a psychiatric hospital had been deserved.
The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. The servants, the gardener, even the gatekeeper—all of them were absorbing the shocking drama.
It was Lu Shaoyan who spoke first, his tone faint and cold. “Why aren’t you restraining him? Waiting for him to go mad and bite back?”
The servants exchanged glances.
At that moment, Zhou Ting suddenly snapped, his eyes filled with hatred as he glared at Lu Shaoyan and lunged toward him. “I’ll kill you!”
The servants, reminded by Lu Shaoyan’s words, glanced at Lu Linyuan. Seeing the terrifying darkness on their master’s face, they finally stepped forward and restrained Zhou Ting.
Meanwhile, Lu Linyuan remained silent, his expression heavy.
On his aged face, veins bulged faintly.
Thirty years… and he had been made a cuckold for all of it?
His son wasn’t even his own?
Thinking back to how Liu Yun had accidentally conceived Lu Keran later—and then refused to have another child with him, claiming she didn’t want to divide her son’s affection—Lu Linyuan felt even greater fury.
She had intended to leave him without heirs.
What a vicious woman!
“Liu Yun… did you have an affair with him?!”
Liu Yun was startled by his tone at first. Then she looked around and saw everyone staring at her with strange expressions. Suddenly, she let out a hysterical laugh. “Men can’t be trusted. You, Lu Linyuan, can’t be trusted. Zhou Ting can’t be trusted either!!!”
As she spoke, she crawled over and picked up Lu Yunhai’s body.
“My son…”
“I’m asking you!!! Is what Shaoyan said true?!”
At this point, Liu Yun no longer tried to hide anything.
“Yes, it’s all true! When you married me, wasn’t it just for a business alliance? I didn’t mind marrying you even though you already had two burdens, but what about you?! You were always nitpicking me. Don’t think I didn’t know—you were comparing me to that dead woman!” Visit g.com for the full chapter.
“Later, when you neglected me, Zhou Ting tempted me… and I ended up in his bed.”
“It’s all your fault!”
Then she looked at the struggling Zhou Ting, her eyes filled with resentment as well. “And you—you actually doubted me? You were the one who seduced me in the beginning!”
“No wonder you treated me so badly for such a long time back then. Hah… men.”
Zhou Ting’s expression changed, but he quickly retorted, “You’re talking nonsense. You were the one who seduced me! Sir, it was Madam—she seduced me first, that’s why I made that mistake. I’ve regretted it all these years.”
Lu Linyuan was trembling with rage. His body shook as he struggled to stand, as if he wanted to strike them. “You… you…”
But his body suddenly gave way, and he fell back down.
Lu Qingyan hurried over, her voice filled with panic. “Dad, are you okay?”
At that moment, the Lu family’s private doctor rushed in and quickly examined Lu Linyuan. “Sir has had a stroke. He needs to be sent to the hospital immediately.”
Lu Shaoyan hadn’t expected Lu Linyuan to suffer a stroke at this moment. This was not good news.
But he could understand it completely. An old man, struck by such a series of blows—anyone would have their blood pressure skyrocket.
If Old Lu collapsed now, not only would everything he had done be wasted, he himself might even end up in trouble.
After all, Liu Yun had merely had an affair, given birth to a child who wasn’t her husband’s, and deceived a man into raising him for over a decade.
None of that constituted a crime.
It was morally wrong, but not illegal.
If Lu Linyuan died, Liu Yun would still be Madam Lu—the mistress of the household.
Even in legal terms, the children might not be able to compete with her as the spouse, especially with Zhou Ting’s help.
At that point, the Lu Corporation would most likely change hands.
Though the Liu family had declined over the years, they could still serve as Liu Yun’s support.
“Master Lu, shouldn’t the future affairs of the Lu family now be decided by Lu Qingyan?”
At such a critical moment, while everyone else was focused on Lu Linyuan’s condition, Lu Shaoyan’s voice remained calm—so calm that everyone turned to look at him.
Lu Linyuan’s blood pressure was clearly surging, his head buzzing. As the family doctor administered basic emergency treatment, he looked at Lu Shaoyan with a complicated gaze.
That form of address—Master Lu—made him feel a moment of disorientation.
After Lu Yunhai returned, Lu Shaoyan had still called him “Dad” for a while. But later, because of Liu Yun, he hadn’t called him that for a long time.
And Lu Linyuan himself had no longer wanted to hear someone who wasn’t his biological son call him “father.”
Lu Qingyan, having lost her mother early, had never been close to him. But she was still his biological daughter.
His blood.
Lu Qingyan was clearly flustered now. After everything that had happened—and with Lu Shaoyan committing murder in front of everyone—her mind was in complete chaos.
“Dad, let’s get you to the hospital first,” she said anxiously.
But Lu Linyuan struggled to stop the doctor.
Instead, he looked at Lu Shaoyan.
“You…” he tried to speak, but his condition made it impossible to form clear words. His gaze shifted toward Zhou Ting, who was being restrained on the ground.
That look was filled with pure hatred.
Lu Shaoyan had been watching Zhou Ting all along. The moment he realized Lu Linyuan had suffered a stroke, Zhou Ting stopped struggling. There was even a hint of joy in his eyes.
After all, Zhou Ting hadn’t committed any crime.
Even if Lu Linyuan hadn’t had a stroke, at most he would have been expelled from the Lu family. Any revenge would come later.
He had served the Lu family for over thirty years. Even a steward of a powerful household carried influence.
As long as Lu Linyuan collapsed, Zhou Ting could rely on his knowledge of Lu Linyuan’s connections, as well as the Lu family’s secrets—and with Liu Yun still as Madam—to secure his position, even with Lu Qingyan present.
As for what had happened today, he was confident that no one would dare speak a word of it.
Even the servants restraining him weren’t using much force.
His authority as Steward Zhou still lingered.
Even if fragments of the truth spread later, it wouldn’t matter.
No one would care.
This world had always been ruled by the strong.
What Zhou Ting could think of, Lu Linyuan could naturally think of as well.
And Lu Shaoyan had already anticipated it.
Lu Linyuan clearly wanted to deal with Zhou Ting.
But in his current state, he couldn’t even speak properly. Without him, the people in this house would likely still fear Zhou Ting’s authority.
He couldn’t leave now.
But there was no good solution either.