The Lu Family’s old house. As Lu Qing entered, he imdiately sensed sothing seed off. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw a familiar face—one he despised.
"Why are you here?"
When Lu Xingfeng saw him, his face held an expression of disdain mixed with a touch of fear.
"I ca to see my father. Isn’t that perfectly reasonable?"
Lu Qing sneered, his expression growing colder:
"After all these years, you’ve never returned even once, and now you’re here? Hypocrite."
Lu Xingfeng grew agitated, quickly turning to Old Sir Lu and saying:
"Dad, look at this unfilial son, saying such things to his own father! It’s completely outrageous. How could you entrust the Lu Family to soone like him?"
Old Sir Lu coughed violently, clearly enraged.
Lu Xingfeng pretended to step forward and lightly patted his back, only to have his hand slapped away:
"Lu Qing is right! You abandoned your wife all these years—why would you co back now?"
"Dad, but I’ve realized my mistake! Your son has returned. Aren’t you happy about that?"
"Get out! I don’t have a son like you."
Lu Xingfeng’s expression darkened briefly, but he quickly put on another face, smiling as he said:
"Dad, regardless of anything, I’m still your son, a mber of the Lu Family. And this ti, I’ve brought you a grandson. The Lu Family is short on heirs, and I’ve added to the family. Are you happy about that?"
As he said this, a man walked in from the doorway—it was Lu Xing.
He appeared a few years younger than Lu Qing. His facial features were strikingly similar, but his deanor seed gentle, with no sharpness in his gaze!
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes sharp as he looked at him. Lu Xing approached him and obediently called out:
"Brother."
Oh, this one sure knows how to act. But the information Lu Qing had told a different story—this was the sa person who, in the United States, had outmaneuvered so financial moguls and disappeared with their money without a trace. His ability to disguise himself was top-notch!
Old Sir Lu was stunned. Though he disapproved of Lu Xing, faced with a sudden appearance of a Lu Family descendant, he couldn’t imdiately drive him out.
"Dad, his na is Lu Xing. He’s also my son—smart and well-behaved. I ca back this ti to make sure he ets you. Xing’er, call him grandfather."
"Hello, Grandfather."
Old Sir Lu scrutinized him from head to toe before glancing at Lu Qing. Lu Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, then laughed coldly:
"So, you’re here to claim credit?"
"Lu Qing, what kind of nonsense are you saying? The Lu Family has always had so few heirs. In your generation, it’s just you among the direct line. Isn’t it great to have a new little brother?"
Lu Qing’s gaze narrowed, suppressing the urge to strangle the fool, and said calmly:
"Grandfather, I’ve invited a better traditional dicine practitioner to look after you. I don’t want to see irrelevant people here."
This was only because they were at the old house—had it been anywhere else, he would’ve ordered his n to act long ago.
Old Sir Lu nodded, looking rather fatigued as he said:
"Take your son and leave. I don’t want to see you right now."
"Dad, you want gone? I’m your biological son! I’m supposed to be your heir."
"That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? The heir? Keep dreaming! If I die, I wouldn’t leave you a single penny. You can give up on that thought!"
After speaking, he started coughing violently again. Lu Qing’s patience had run out; he imdiately signaled his n to escort Lu Xingfeng out.
Lu Xingfeng began hurling curses, but it was futile—he was still forcibly thrown out. Compared to his shaless behavior...
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