Since childhood, Lin Chu has told many lies.
Because she was afraid of being laughed at by classmates for not having a mother, she didn’t want to go to kindergarten and pretended to have a stomachache to stay in bed.
Because she was too playful and didn’t do her howork, when she was called upon by the teacher the next day, she would calmly say she left it at ho.
Because she disliked adult gatherings full of flattery, every ti Lin Zongjun held a banquet, she would find various excuses not to attend.
Because Lin Zongjun didn’t like the little rascal Jiang Muzhou, every ti Lin Chu hung out with Jiang Muzhou, she would tell Lin Zongjun she was with Wanxia and Qiu Bai.
Lin Chu has told all sorts of lies; there’s nothing she couldn’t say, only things she hadn’t thought of.
But today, she wasn’t planning to lie.
After placing her bag on the coffee table, Lin Chu knelt on the floor, her gaze fixed on the halo of sunlight in front of her.
Her voice was low, dry, and hoarse, "Dad, I’m sorry, I did sothing wrong yesterday. I put sothing in Lu Huai’an’s tea, cooked rice into a done deal. Even if he doesn’t want to, he will have to marry ."
Old Sir Lu had a high military rank when he was in the army and only transitioned to comrce after retiring, which made their family even more focused on family reputation than typical wealthy families.
Lin Chu’s phone had been off all night, so there was no recording. In Lu Huai’an’s apartnt in the morning, she just said those things casually.
She didn’t need those things.
Because the injuries on her wrist, the bruises covering her skin, were the most direct evidence.
In Lin Zongjun’s black eyes, shock and anger intertwined, as if he had never imagined that his pure-natured daughter would do such a thing. His voice was heavy, "Lin Chu, how did your father teach you from the beginning?"
The daughter never enjoyed a mother’s love, so he was very remorseful. On issues not involving principles, he had never really lost his temper, fearing that the love he gave was insufficient.
"Be righteous in life, don’t touch underhanded thods!"
His look at Lin Chu was one of utmost disappointnt, his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, "Marriage is not a ga. Dad won’t forcefully marry you to a stranger for family interests. I hope you marry soone who cherishes you more than Dad does, living a stable life."
Lin Zongjun shook his head, his eyes gradually becoming clouded and blurred.
The anger in his voice diminished, replaced by more sorrow and disappointnt, "Lu Huai’an dared to say those things in front of his parents and , which shows there are truly no feelings for you. Xiao Chu, going your own way like this, you will suffer, do you know that!"
Lu Huai’an was kidnapped at sixteen, a remnant threat from Old Master Lu’s ti in the army dealing with drugs. The kidnappers didn’t want money, only revenge, but he managed to return alive from the knife’s edge.
Having such courage and capability at sixteen ant he was destined not to be ordinary.
Xiao Chu was too simple, her world without gray areas, never having experienced the deceit of fights over family inheritance in wealthy households.
Actually, he didn’t want a man like Lu Huai’an entangled with his daughter. Being friends was okay, but once a certain boundary was crossed, the one who got hurt would definitely be Xiao Chu.
If not for his daughter’s consistent birthday wish throughout her life: to marry Brother HuaiAn, Lin Zongjun wouldn’t have taken this opportunity to approach the Lu family.
Lin Chu slightly lowered her head, but her back was straight, tears slid down her eyelids, converging at her chin and finally dripping onto the floor, the area of water stains gradually expanding.
Her voice was choked, "The moth knows the light ahead will take its life, yet it still flies in that direction; I haven’t seen the southern wall, so I can’t turn back."
The moth to the fla, its own destruction.
Lin Chu lifted her head, tearful eyes blurred, looking at Lin Zongjun, "Dad, Lu Huai’an likes , I can feel it."
"If he really likes you, why would he say sothing so embarrassing to you?" Lin Zongjun’s voice trembled, "If he really likes you, how do you explain the injuries on your wrists?"
He repeated it twice.
The teacup in his hand dropped, and the shattering sound on the floor was piercing.
"I, I don’t know," Lin Chu fell into a trance.
In her heart, Lu Huai’an was contradictory, having two completely different emotions towards her: affection and aversion.
Affection was true, and aversion was also true.
Lin Zongjun stood up, no longer looking at his daughter kneeling on the floor, and instructed the butler, "Old Zhang, bring up the family discipline of the Lin Family."
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