"I think she must have blamed us because she saw Xinluo being admitted to the hospital... I, I didn't fight back... For you, Yuchen, I didn't fight back..."
Zhuo Yarong cried bitterly and held her son's arm to keep him.
Master Lu pulled her away expressionlessly and sneered, "Mom, you were not like this before. Although you used to be soft-hearted and liked to listen to your mother's words, at least you were a mother who knew right from wrong and understood reason. Over the years, the old lady passed away, and perhaps without her discipline, you really changed a lot..."
"I... Yuchen, Mom doesn't understand what you are talking about..." Zhuo Yarong's eyes flickered, but she still held on.
"Don't understand?" The disappointment in Lu Yuchen's eyes deepened.
"Mom, although I am your son, I am not a fool without a brain. You said that Xinluo's mother slapped you when they met because Xinluo was hospitalized. Think about it carefully. If someone else said this to you, would you believe it?"
"I... I believe it." Zhuo Yarong answered against her will.
She knew, of course she wouldn't believe it.
Shen Zi is not a shrew, and she was not the one who caused Xinluo to go to the hospital. She had no reason to hit herself when they met.
"Do you believe it?"
Mr. Lu smiled, which was rare.
It was not a sneer, but an unfathomable smile.
"Okay then. Just assume that what you said is true. Then tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Of course, it's to seek justice for my mother." Zhuo Yarong said without thinking.
"How do you ask for it? Do you want Xinluo to apologize to you, or Shenzi to apologize to you, or do you want me to fight back for you?"
Mr. Lu's eyes were indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations.
It was as if all this had nothing to do with me.
“Well... there’s no need to fight back..." Zhuo Yarong was not a cruel person. She knew she was in the wrong and didn’t dare to let Yu Chen take action.
"If possible, you and Xinluo should separate for a while. Her mother is unreasonable, she... she and Lu Qinghao... Well, anyway, let's talk about it after the baby is born."
Child, you must stay in the Lu family.
Xinluo and Yuchen haven’t gotten married yet, and Xinluo’s name has long been removed from the household registration.
Zhuo Yarong had a good idea. No matter what, she would wait until the scandal between Xinluo and Lu Qinghao was over and everything was calm before making any decision.
At that time, if Yuchen and Xinluo still like each other, it is not impossible for them to remarry.
If they are far apart and their feelings have faded, then they should just live their own lives.
Zhuo Yarong's own marriage was unhappy, and she didn't want her son to follow in her footsteps.
She thought that Lu Yuchen was blinded by emotions and believed that Lu Qinghao and Xinluo had nothing to do with each other.
"Okay, let's separate for a while." There was no expected opposition or resistance.
Mr. Lu actually agreed calmly.
"Yuchen, are you serious? Do you really agree?!" Zhuo Yarong's eyes lit up and there was a flash of surprise in her eyes.
"Yes, I agree."
"Yuchen... as long as you agree, as long as you agree..." Zhuo Yarong was so happy that she didn't know what to say.
But before this joy could be realized, Lu Yuchen's extremely cold voice was heard.
"My uncle informed me that a family meeting will be held next week. At the meeting, a vote will be held to decide whether to recognize Lu Huanting's identity."
Lu Yuchen spoke very slowly, admiring the changes in Zhuo Yarong's facial expression as he spoke.
"Lu, Lu Huanting... Your grandfather said that he is dead! Why would he come back again?!" (To be continued)