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In Lu Jingzhi's memory, the most vivid image of Yu Sangyu was from their high school days, when Sangyu had thick bangs and wore large black-framed glasses that obscured her bright eyes and much of her face. She was slightly plump, always keeping her head down, a stark contrast to the beautiful woman before him now, who had a smooth forehead exposed.
Lu Jingzhi looked at Sangyu's delicate, pale hand as she reached out to him. When he took it in his own, he felt a softness that made him want to hold on forever. Sangyu tried to retract her hand but found it impossible. Huh? Why was this person holding her hand so tightly?
Rogue!
Lu Xian?
Huh? Sangyu glanced at their tightly clasped hands and quickly apologized, noticing that Lu Jingzhi showed no sign of embarrassment as he naturally released her hand.
Observing the woman's expression, which remained unfazed, Lu Jingzhi recalled the cold three words that had just come from her lips—Lu Xian? She had looked at him as if they were strangers, which irritated him. He couldn't help but press his tongue against his back teeth.
Did she not recognize him? That shouldn't be the case; he didn't think he had changed that much. Or perhaps she recognized him but was pretending not to?
As Lu Jingzhi's gaze wandered casually, he noticed that someone beside him was tightly gripping their clothing. Huh? His eyebrows raised slightly as he regarded Sangyu with newfound interest.
It seemed clear now that this was indeed the same Sangyu; her nervous gestures were identical to those from their past. Moreover, it appeared she recognized him but chose to act as if she didn't.
Feeling uncomfortable under Lu Jingzhi's scrutinizing gaze, Sangyu quickly averted her eyes. Those deep peach blossom eyes seemed too enchanting; just one glance felt like it could pull someone in.
What happened with Lu Youzhe? Did he get into a fight with a classmate? After all, his nephew's altercations with that classmate were quite evident.
Uh, yes, just a minor disagreement with a classmate. As soon as Sangyu spoke those words, she regretted them; why did she always follow his train of thought when she encountered him?
No, she needed to be more assertive. Sangyu silently encouraged herself.
Ahem, Lu Xian is Lu Youzhe's...?
Oh, I'm his uncle. His parents are on a business trip and are currently out of Yun Cheng.
His elder brother's wife went abroad for work a couple of days ago. This morning, while he was out discussing a project, he received a call from his brother saying that Lu Youzhe's homeroom teacher wanted to meet with the parents and asked him to come to school. He didn't mention anything else before hurriedly hanging up.
He suspected his brother did this on purpose; knowing that the teacher's request likely meant trouble for Lu Youzhe, he probably wanted to avoid worrying him by cutting off the conversation quickly—truly devious.
So on his way there, he kept thinking that his nephew must have gotten into some kind of trouble again.
He couldn't help but think this way about his own nephew; recalling the child's antics from childhood gave him a headache.
Sure enough, upon seeing Lu Youzhe confirmed his suspicions—there was a bruise at the corner of his mouth while the other kid beside him sported dark circles under his eyes. The two looked quite disheveled; it was obvious they had been fighting.
Ever since Lu Youzhe learned to walk, he had been nothing but trouble—from brawling in the neighborhood to fighting in preschool and then elementary school. To be honest, their whole family felt exasperated whenever they saw this child. Even his grandmother, who usually doted on her eldest grandson, sometimes avoided him out of frustration.
He shot a glare at his nephew, as if to say, "I'll deal with you when we get home." Lu Youzhe felt a twinge of fear; he was the kind of person who feared nothing and no one, not even his father. Yet, he had one nemesis—his uncle.
He remembered a time from his youth when he had unknowingly crossed his uncle. His uncle had caught him and gave him a thorough beating, leaving even his grandmother too intimidated to speak up. From that moment on, he understood his place in the family hierarchy: Uncle first, him second.
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