Chapter 1015: Chapter 1014: At Last: International Elite Group’s Electoral Congress
In the end, she asked a dark question: “Grandpa, after you saw Brother Yun Sang and Uncle, did you waver? Have you decided to abandon the family business for them?”
Actually, what she really wanted to ask was: Has grandpa regretted siding with his own family? Does he want to transfer the LOOK Company’s shares to Yun Sang?
Does he think his granddaughter is useless, not even comparable to an outsider?
Does he still wish to let Brother Yun Sang inherit everything from the Lu Family?
Lu Yutian felt exhausted. Ever since returning to Z Country, nothing had gone smoothly. And now, even her grandpa’s praise was focused on Lu Mian, soone unrelated to them.
But grandpa never stops to think — the Yun Family has already fallen into such disarray. Even if the company were handed over to them, they wouldn’t be able to sustain it.
They can only manage technical or research-related tasks, at best.
As for Lu Mian, she’s mingling with the Yun Family, the Xiao Family, and keeping in touch with the bigshots of Jinjing. Who knows what her true intentions are!
How could grandpa be so taken in by an outsider’s kindness that he overlooks the efforts of his own family, thinking she falls short compared to Lu Mian?
Lu Beihua’s expression turned dark, his gaze clouded, but he didn’t speak.
Lu Yutian took a long, deep breath, her nose tingling with bitterness as she said, “You should rest now. I’m heading back to school.”
Lu Beihua fell completely silent.
Lu Yutian grabbed her bag and hurried off, while Xiaoyang chased after her from behind, quickly comforting her: “Miss, the old master is just being sentintal this ti. He just returned from the brink of death, so it’s understandable his mood is a bit sensitive. Don’t take it to heart.”
He didn’t think there was anything wrong with Lu Yutian’s actions. The young miss was so busy; she couldn’t possibly spend every day in the hospital taking care of the old master.
The old master was just overly emotional this ti.
Lu Yutian nodded. Glancing back toward the hospital room, she silently made up her mind.
If he loves comparing her to Lu Mian so much, she’ll show everyone who’s truly better!
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The campus clubs at Qing University were enthusiastically recruiting new mbers. The arrival of first-year students brought fresh energy to the school, and every activity was running smoothly, while students had tightly packed schedules.
Many clubs and student council representatives personally invited Lu Mian to join, but she turned them all down.
Lu Mian’s university life revolved around three main things: first, spending ti at the new campus with Yuanyuan, while occasionally attending Elite Class lectures.
Second, accompanying Xiao Qimo at the old campus’ physics lab, and taking casual strolls through the applied physics class.
Third, managing stock trades, MM Ji Restaurant affairs, rcenary Alliance matters, IEG transactions, hacker orders, music composing, and voice acting. Occasionally, she played gas and helped Lu Xi test new ga performance.
Her days were simple but never boring, relaxed yet steady. Lu Mian found comfort in this life.
Until one day, a text ssage disrupted her serene routine.
That day, Lu Mian was heading to the lab as usual to et Xiao Qimo. Director Qimo was working on a new research project. Though he didn’t let her get involved, he insisted she stay by his side.
Lu Mian figured she didn’t have anything else to do anyway, so she made it a habit to visit the lab after her classes every day.
Over ti, several romance novels belonging to her had accumulated on the physics lab’s desk.
Today, after class, Lu Mian again arrived punctually at the lab.
She was about to push the door open when she first received a text ssage.
From the unique ringtone, Lu Mian instantly recognized it as a ssage from the International Elite Organization.
Leaning casually against the corridor wall, she opened the ssage to take a quick look.
[Second Team Commander Demon, please report to Bailu Island on September 25th. The International Elite Organization election conference will be held then. Your attendance is mandatory.]
As a commander within IEG, the election conference was a major event for the organization.
Previously, Lu Mian could skip attending such conferences, but this ti, she had no choice.
She skimd the ssage’s key points and curled her lips into a faint smile, an elusive glint flashing in her eyes.
The day had finally arrived.
Although so remarks from Old Yun seed like warnings hinting at betrayal, Lu Mian didn’t care — it wouldn’t stop her from seizing the leader’s position.
This wasn’t out of spite; she simply couldn’t bear to see that alluring mask falling into the hands of a petty First Team Commander.
Of course, becoming leader would also allow her to investigate Dr. Hua.
That could aid her search for her biological parents.
Lu Mian flipped open a calendar to check the date. September 25th was a Friday. Per IEG’s usual schedule, voting would happen on the 25th, with results announced and the inauguration ceremony held on the 26th.
Either way, Lu Mian needed to take a day off.
She straightened up, skipped heading into the lab, and instead went to Kang Hongbin’s office to request leave.
Out of curiosity and concern, Kang Hongbin asked, “Lu Mian, why are you requesting leave?”
The distinguished professor’s tone sounded like coaxing a child, careful not to say anything too harsh that might upset her.
If Lu Mian got upset, who knows how many other professors in the school would rejoice?
They would use the opportunity to sow division, poach her, and lure her into switching majors, leaving Kang Hongbin in constant worry about losing this cherished student.
Lu Mian held a pen, signing the leave slip with bold strokes while casually offering an excuse: “Heading to Wucheng for a bit.”
Kang Hongbin’s heart sank.
Could it be there were professors in Wucheng setting their sights on Lu Mian?
Was Lu Mian planning to ditch him even though she’d already enrolled?
Should he approve her leave slip or not?
Kang Hongbin’s thoughts spiraled into a chaotic ss, entertaining every possible scenario. Sensing his hesitation, Lu Mian added, “It’s just a work trip, I’ll be back in two days.”
“Oh, okay.” Kang Hongbin found the term “work trip” oddly out of place.
She’s just a student — what “work trip” could she possibly be on?
——
Xiao Qimo, naturally, also received the ssage. He glanced at it coolly and then calmly put away his phone.
For him, this was a foregone conclusion — he had long known how it would turn out, so there wasn’t much anticipation.
This ti, however, the Second Team Commander probably wouldn’t skip the event.
After countless battles in the open and behind the scenes, he was curious to finally et this “favored insider.”
Lu Mian returned to the lab, only to find Xiao Qimo wearing an uncharacteristic smile — a rather eerie one.
As she casually strolled in, she asked, “Director Qimo, your smile looks a bit sinister. Who pissed you off?”
Xiao Qimo slipped his phone away, the lenses of his glasses flickering with light. He calmly responded, “Nothing. Just a clown jumping around.”
“Oh.”
Sitting in his chair, Xiao Qimo turned to her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and teasingly tapped her nose. “You’re five minutes and sixteen seconds late today.”
“…” Lu Mian retorted, “If there cos a day I don’t show up, will you turn into a clock?”
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