Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland-Chapter 438 - - Eight Lifetimes of Bad Luck_1
Chapter 438: Chapter 438 – Eight Lifetimes of Bad Luck_1
Chapter 438: Chapter 438 – Eight Lifetimes of Bad Luck_1
Xiaoping faced betrayal by her handmaid and her own sister.
They were driven apart.
If he had known that it would come to this, he would have chosen not to enlist.
Being a simple farmer, at least Xiaoping would be by his side, with their daughter, and perhaps even their grandchildren by now.
“Deputy Commander Lu, people outside are freezing.”
Lu Jianjun took a deep breath, “If she wants to see me, I’ll hear her explanation and prevent her from loitering at the military camp’s entrance anymore.”
Avoidance wasn’t the solution; he had caught on to the matter a long time ago.
He strode into the guardroom.
“Xiaojun…,” Wan Hui was on the verge of freezing. Seeing Lu Jianjun, her eyes lit up. As long as Xiaojun would see her, she was sure she could persuade him to save Xiaojing.
“The guardroom…”
They reached the guardroom,
Inside, Wan Hui felt much better.
“Xiaojun, Xiaojing has been sentenced to ten years. Your aunt knows you’re still angry about the past, but if Lu Zhendong wanted to find you and your mother, he could have. He didn’t even try.”
Lu Jianjun listened quietly without responding.
He was curious to hear what his seemingly affectionate aunt would say today.
Would she try to deceive him again?
Did she think he was still a child?
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If he were still a child, perhaps he would believe her.
Now, he could judge for himself. He would investigate the truth, not simply take others’ words for it.
He refused to be like Lu Zhendong, who was tricked by Lin Xiao for decades.
“Xiaojun, your aunt begs you to save Xiaojing. She’s still so young. If you really hate me, as long as you save Xiaojing, you can do whatever you want to me.”
Finally, Lu Jianjun spoke, “This is Lu Jingyi’s just desserts, I can’t save her. She has to bear the responsibility for her own mistakes.”
“Xiaojun, although Xiaojing isn’t your sister by blood, she is still your cousin!”
Lu Jianjun replied coldly, “And how does that change anything? Whether it’s a prince or a commoner, the law applies equally. Lu Jingyi is no exception. You seem to have forgotten how I helped you out financially. Do you think I’m so foolish as to continue supporting the person who harmed me? Don’t make me laugh. I’m not the Lu Jianjun you once deceived. I’m Wan Ping’s son.”
Wan Hui was stunned, “Xiaojun…”
Lu Jianjun looked down on her, “You don’t deserve to say my name. With a sister like you, it’s no wonder my mother was so unlucky.”
Wan Hui’s pretense of kindness towards them was now exposed. What more could she say?
She still had the audacity to expect him to save Lu Jingyi. It was beyond ridiculous.
He had no intentions of saving Lu Jingyi. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t – she had already been sentenced.
“Xiaojun, if you really won’t save Xiaojing, remember that your mother’s grave is still unprotected. Don’t blame me for digging it up.”
“You dare,” Lu Zhendong threatened Wan Hui with murderous eyes.
“If you dare to do such a thing, I won’t mind ensuring Lu Jingyi never leaves prison alive. I–Lu Zhendong–say it, I mean it.”
Wan Hui had only intended to threaten Lu Jianjun.
Yet, she didn’t expect that Lu Zhendong would show up.
Lu Zhendong glanced at Lu Jianjun, “Will you continue to be soft-hearted? We, father and son, have been deceived by them for years. It’s time to wake up.”
