The Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the villa.
An Luo Wei still faced the window, her tears had stopped falling, but her red eyes and desperate silence were even more frightening than her crying.
"Don't cry anymore." Lu Bei Chen's voice rang out, a little tired. "We're home."
"Home?" An Luo Wei laughed, a bitter laugh. She turned around, her swollen peach blossom eyes looking straight at him. "You're wrong, Mr. Lu. This is your 'home'. As for me... it's a high-class 'prison'."
Prison.
This word was like a needle, piercing precisely into Lu Bei Chen's most vulnerable place. He paused.
Lu Bei Chen's inner thoughts: 'In the previous life, Jiu Chongtian was your 'prison'. In this life, the place I tried to build... is it still a 'prison'?'
He didn't say anything more. He got out of the car and opened the door for her.
An Luo Wei coldly walked past him, not even looking at him once.
They entered the living room.
"Mom!"
A familiar little figure rushed out. Lu Tian An happily ran over, preparing to hug his "mother's" leg as usual.
The boy hugged her leg, then raised his head, the smile on his lips instantly frozen.
The boy saw An Luo Wei's red eyes. He saw the despair and deep sorrow in her eyes.
Lu Tian An was stunned.
The boy let go of An Luo Wei. Slowly turned his head. Looking at Lu Bei Shen, the father who had just walked in behind.
The boy was a fairy. The boy was extremely sensitive to the soul and emotions of his "mother". The boy knew clearly, this man... this father... had made his "mother" cry!
In a second, Lu Tian's originally clear eyes flashed with a trace of... anger.
An emotion so strong, so clear that even Mrs. Li standing beside her trembled.
"Young... young master?"
Lu Tian'an didn't say anything. The little boy ran quickly through the living room. He ran straight to Lu Beichen.
And...
Bing! Bing! Bing!
The little boy used his small hands to punch Lu Beichen's expensive pants.
Lu Beichen was completely stunned. "Tian'an?"
The little boy didn't stop. He was angry. He looked up at Lu Beichen, his eyes red, not from crying, but from anger. The little boy... growled. A small, but threatening sound, not like that of a child.
The little boy was protecting his mother!
An Luo Wei was also awakened by Xiao Tao's actions. She quickly ran over. "Xiao Tao! Stop! Don't hit daddy!"
She picked the little boy up. Lu Tian'en immediately turned around, hugged An Luowei's neck tightly, and buried his face in her shoulder. The little boy's shoulders began to tremble.
The boy... was crying. He felt her sadness, and he cried for her.
Lu Tian'en's sobbing echoed throughout the living room.
This scene, a wife with red eyes, a son crying and turning his back on him...
Lu Beichen felt as if his heart was being crushed by someone.
He had won over Jiang Suru. He had made his identity public. He had tied her down. He had obtained everything he wanted...
But he was abandoned by his own "family".
An Luowei coaxed Lu Tian'en, her voice hoarse: "Be good... Xiao Tao, be good... don't cry. It's okay. Mom is fine..."
She raised her head, looked at Lu Beichen, her eyes were no longer angry, only tired and disgusted.
"See? You scared your son." She said in a flat voice. "Congratulations, Mr. Luc. You've successfully 'tied' me down. Are you satisfied?"
She didn't wait for him to reply. She hugged Luc Thien An, who was still sobbing, turned around and walked straight upstairs. "Be good, mom will take you to bed. We don't play with bad people."
Luc Bac Than stood there, frozen.
Bad people.
He, Bac Than De Quan, the supreme god of Cuu Trung Thien, in the eyes of his wife and son... was a "bad person".
This was the greatest punishment for his tricks.
He stood in the large, cold living room, alone. The loneliness was even more terrifying than thirty thousand years of waiting.
Only then did Assistant Truong dare to tiptoe in.
"Lu... President Lu... The news has exploded. The whole world is reporting on Madam Lu. Jiang's stocks... are plummeting. Our side... has won."
"Win?" Lu Beichen repeated the word, his voice full of sarcasm.
"Yes... And, President Lu..." Assistant Zhang swallowed, "The Board of Directors meeting is at 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon... to approve the Tinh Nguyet project. Do we need... do we need to cancel it? The situation of the Young Madam right now..."
Lu Beichen looked up the stairs, where An Lac Vi had just disappeared. The softness in his eyes disappeared.
"No."
"Yes?"
"Not canceled. It's still going as planned."
Assistant Zhang was surprised. "But... she..."
"She signed the marriage certificate." Lu Beichen said, his voice cold as ice. "She is Madam Lu. She must learn to shoulder the responsibilities of that position. Even if she hates me."
He will not back down. He used tricks to keep her, he will continue to use cruelty to "temper" her.
Lu Beichen's inner thoughts:
'Vi Vi, you cannot run away. You cannot be weak forever. In this life, you must learn to face the storm. Even if... that storm is me.'