Li Shaohua’s bedroom was adjacent to Feng Jing’s. Originally, Feng Jing and Lu Nan occupied the inner bedroom, but after Feng Jing was diagnosed with Uremia and needed sunlight exposure, they swapped to the outer master bedroom that belonged to Li Shaohua.
Meanwhile, Li Yue and Lu Xiao’s bedroom was opposite theirs, next to the kitchen.
However, her bedroom could also be considered a master bedroom, featuring a large window.
At this moment, after Feng Jing tiptoed into Li Shaohua’s bedroom, faint rustling sounds immediately emanated from inside.
Li Yue couldn’t see clearly, but she was too curious.
On a sudden impulse, she took out her phone, intending to record a video. Regardless of whether it would be useful, having footage could serve to intimidate someone.
As for what a phone was? Probably no one would recognize it anyway—she could just make up an excuse. There was no time to worry about that.
Evidence needed to be preserved.
Li Yue raised her phone and quietly approached.
Feng Jing was intently rummaging through things. In the darkness, the phone still captured clear footage thanks to Night Scene Mode, clearly recording everything she was doing.
And she remained completely unaware that Li Yue was secretly filming her at the doorway.
The door was slightly ajar; no matter how cautious Feng Jing was, she wouldn’t have expected someone to be secretly filming her in the middle of the night.
Li Yue could see that Feng Jing seemed to be searching for something but couldn’t find it, growing increasingly agitated.
Her breathing became rapid.
Li Yue also noticed that Feng Jing was mainly searching through the drawers in the large wardrobe.
With the faint light from the back window, the gloomy expression on Feng Jing’s face was captured vividly.
She must have been furious to the extreme.
Just then, the main door creaked.
Hearing the noise, Feng Jing immediately turned to flee, only to come face to face with Li Yue at the doorway.
She nearly screamed aloud, but fortunately, her hand moved faster than her mouth, and she covered it herself.
In the darkness, the two stood facing each other, sparks flying between their locked gazes, while Li Yue’s eyes curved with a hint of amusement.
Feng Jing was panicked and flustered.
“Get out of my way,” she urged, hearing footsteps and the sound of a bicycle being propped up in the yard.
She grew increasingly anxious.
“What are you looking for?” Li Yue asked curiously.
Feng Jing avoided her gaze, stubbornly denying it. “What are you talking about?”
“Then let Dad ask you himself.”
As soon as Li Yue finished speaking, Lu Jianguo walked in, rubbing his temples and dragging his heavy footsteps.
Feng Jing was still inside Li Shaohua’s bedroom, while Li Yue stood outside the door.
Lu Jianguo was startled at the sudden sight of Li Yue.
In a hoarse, low voice, he asked, “Who’s there?” As he spoke, he switched on the light by the doorway.
Seeing it was Li Yue, Lu Jianguo asked coldly, “What are you doing up in the middle of the night?”
“Dad, I heard noises in this room and came out to check. That’s when I saw sister-in-law searching through your room,” Li Yue replied truthfully.
“Wahh~~ What are you talking about, sister-in-law? Didn’t you push me in here?”
Feng Jing hadn’t even stepped out yet but had already started crying, her sobs pitiful and heart-wrenching.
“Oh? Where did I push you?”
“Wasn’t it my back?”
A flicker of malice passed through Lu Jianguo’s eyes, quickly replaced by an expression of exhaustion.
“What exactly is going on?” he asked sternly.
“Wahh, Dad, sister-in-law pushed me in here. I don’t know what she was trying to do—”
Hearing Feng Jing’s accusation, Li Yue couldn’t help but chuckle. “Come, Dad, come over here to this room. I have something to show you.”
Lu Jianguo frowned. Deep down, he detested Li Yue.
At first, this child had been quiet and well-behaved when she arrived, which had pleased him greatly. But now, it felt like she was even more troublesome than Feng Jing and his own daughter.
Nevertheless, he followed Li Yue to the door of Feng Jing’s bedroom. Neither of them entered; instead, they stood at the doorway, using it as cover to block the view of the phone in their hands.
When Feng Jing emerged, pretending to be weak and exhausted, she only saw Li Yue’s back.
Her mind raced frantically, almost to the point of overheating, yet she couldn’t figure out how to resolve this situation.
She had been careless, never expecting that this little wretch hadn’t been asleep.
“Dad, I found this thing last night when I went out with Qingqing. I thought it was quite fun—it can even record people—so I recorded something for fun. Look at this.”
The video showed Li Yue coming out of her bedroom, walking through the darkness to their bedroom door.
Inside, a figure was rummaging through drawers and cabinets, searching precisely the places where he hid his valuables and money.
He felt a sudden chill in his heart.
Just as he was about to take the phone from Li Yue to examine it more closely, she turned off the screen.
“This thing probably ran out of battery. I haven’t found the right batteries for it yet. I’ll lend it to you to play with once I find some.”
She spoke so casually that Lu Jianguo was momentarily dazed, as if nothing had happened in his household.
But remembering that his wife and son were still at the police station, he let out a long sigh and said, “Talk to the police properly. Just say it was a misunderstanding. We’re all family—there’s no need to make such a fuss. Are you and Lu Xiao really not going to make up? You two are supposed to spend your lives together; how can you let things get so tense?”
He spoke like a caring father, earnest and persuasive.
Li Yue thought to herself, Impressive, truly impressive. This man really has some tricks up his sleeve. You can’t even see a trace of anger on his face.
I’ve already sent his wife and son to the police station, and he’s still trying to persuade me.
“Dad, you should focus on resolving my sister-in-law’s issue first,” Li Yue said before returning to her bedroom.
As she closed the door, she glanced at Feng Jing, who was still leaning against the doorframe, panting and crying, and curled her lips into a faint smile.
“Dad, it was my sister-in-law who pushed me in. I never wanted to go in—it wasn’t like what she said.”
Feng Jing still didn’t know that Lu Jianguo had already seen the video on the phone.
So she continued to pretend, trying to pin the blame on Li Yue.
Lu Jianguo didn’t listen to her. Instead, he walked past her into the bedroom, turned on the light, and began searching. Everything was gone.
All the money he had hidden, as well as the money his wife had stashed away, had disappeared.
In his early years, when he worked for the Revolutionary Committee, he had seized many valuable items during house raids. He remembered bringing back a jade bracelet after burying those things.
Just a few days ago, he had seen his wife wearing it. He never expected it to be gone today.
That money—over seventy thousand yuan—and all that gold…
Lu Jianguo slammed his fist against the mirror on the cabinet door of the high-low dresser. The mirror shattered with a loud crash.
…
Li Yue slid the bolt into place and turned the small lock, securing the door completely.
Then, she entered the Dimension.
Whatever happened outside was no longer her concern. If she didn’t give them something to worry about, they would always be watching her.
Looking at the pile of things she had brought in under the coffee table, Li Yue felt that even if she did nothing for the rest of her life, she could probably live comfortably.
Three antique carved wooden boxes, each about forty-five centimeters long, were neatly stacked together.
Surrounding them were some bottles and jars she didn’t recognize—likely antiques.
As for the two thick stacks of money, they left her utterly speechless.
I never expected there would actually be some.
She counted it—exactly one hundred thousand yuan.
Her first thought was that there must be something fishy about this money from the Lu Family.
Then she flipped through the documents and account books she had collected. There were several orange-covered notebooks among them.
These appeared to be the factory’s Delivery Ledger—three volumes recording over six hundred thousand yuan in funds received, yet there were no inventory records nor any documentation of where the goods were sold.
The entries were detailed down to the year, day, hour, and minute of each delivery, along with the exact quantity dispatched.
These three account books were definitely problematic.