Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 160; Lu Yuze & Lin Shuyin (j)

This was her life now, this table, these people, this carefully constructed family that she’d walked into without fully understanding what she was agreeing to.

Breakfast was served in near silence, broken only by the soft clink of silverware and Yuyan’s occasional quiet comments.

And all the while, Shuyin could feel Lu Yuze’s gaze on her, assessing, calculating, waiting.

Always waiting.

For what, she didn’t yet know.

But she had a feeling she was going to find out very soon.

BREAKFAST

The silence that settled over the table was not uncomfortable, but it was weighted with unspoken tensions and careful politeness.

Lu Yuze ate with the precise movements of someone who’d been trained in etiquette from birth, each gesture measured, controlled, efficient.

He didn’t look up from his plate, but Shuyin could feel his awareness of her, that constant surveillance that never quite turned off.

Yuyan, by contrast, ate with the unselfconscious focus of a child, occasionally making small sounds of satisfaction when she particularly enjoyed something.

She’d positioned herself so close to Shuyin that their arms occasionally brushed, seeking proximity in a way that suggested she’d been starved for maternal contact.

Shuyin found herself unconsciously adjusting, making sure Yuyan had the pieces of fruit she seemed to favor, moving the congee closer when the girl reached for it, small gestures that came naturally despite her lack of experience with children.

BREAKFAST AND DEPARTURE

For the first time in so many years, Chen Wan felt like a human being.

Not a punching bag.

Not a servant in her own home.

Not a convenient target for her husband’s rages or his family’s contempt.

Human.

The realization hit her as she ate her breakfast in the Lu family dining room, surrounded by people who treated her with basic dignity. Like she was a human....

Her appetite had returned, actually returned, after months of forcing down food just to survive.

She found herself tasting things, noticing flavors, feeling hunger that was about nourishment rather than just avoiding weakness.

After being abused for so many years, she was finally getting her life back.

And more than that, she was looking forward to what was waiting for her.

Not with dread or fear, but with something that felt dangerously close to hope.

Her children’s faces floated through her mind.

Would they recognize the difference in her?

Would they sense that their mother had finally, finally found the strength to fight back?

The breakfast concluded with quiet efficiency, plates cleared and cups refilled one final time before everyone could rise.

"Father," Yuyan spoke up suddenly, her voice clear and sweet, "I was planning on accompanying Mommy to work today. What do you think?"

Lu Yuze paused, his teacup halfway to his lips.

He didn’t need to think about it.

He couldn’t say no to his daughter no matter what she asked.

They both knew it.

This was just following normal protocol, maintaining the pretense of parental authority when they both understood the decision had already been made the moment she asked.

She had to go.

She wanted to go.

And he would let her because denying Yuyan anything was physically painful for him.

"Sure," he said simply, setting down his cup.

He understood her completely.

If her new mother was too busy to spend time with her, then Yuyan would be the one doing the accompanying.

She would insert herself into Shuyin’s world rather than waiting for Shuyin to make space in it for her.

His daughter was smart like that.

"Thank you, Daddy." Yuyan’s smile was radiant as she gently wiped her lips with her napkin before pushing back from the table.

She headed upstairs immediately, moving with more energy than Lu Yuze had seen after she had fallen into a coma.

Minutes later, she returned carrying her backpack, already packed with books, her tablet, phone, and other essentials.

She’d clearly been preparing for this possibility, ready to seize the opportunity the moment it presented itself.

Lu Yuze watched her carefully, noting the brightness in her eyes, and the steadiness of her steps.

She was healed.

Completely healed.

It felt miraculous.

Impossible. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

But undeniable, healed.

His precious daughter was here with him...

Whatever Shuyin had done, whatever supernatural ability or ancient magic she’d used, it had worked.

His daughter was whole again, healthy in a way she hadn’t been since birth.

For that alone, he would forgive Shuyin for almost anything and everything.

They soon headed out all of them.

The van was already prepared and waiting in the circular driveway, black and elegant, windows tinted for privacy.

Ting Fei stood beside the driver’s door, ready.

Ah Ling waited near the passenger side, tablet already in hand.

They all boarded efficiently, Ting Fei taking the wheel, Ah Ling settling into the passenger seat.

In the back, the seating arrangement fell into place naturally: Lu Yuze by the window, then Yuyan in the middle, Shuyin beside her, and Chen Wan by the opposite window.

Behind them, a fleet of security vehicles fell into formation, creating a convoy that spoke of serious wealth and power.

Three black SUVs, each carrying trained personnel, all coordinated through encrypted communication.

This was just a normal security protocol in Lu Yuze’s life.

The van pulled smoothly out of the estate, gates closing behind them silently.

"Master," Ah Ling spoke up almost immediately, turning slightly in his seat to show Lu Yuze the tablet screen.

"We have these projects connected to the Lu Group that require your attention. The quarterly reviews are due, and several contracts are waiting for approval."

His finger scrolled through documents, each one representing millions of yuan in transactions and business decisions.

Lu Yuze barely glanced at the screen.

"We’ll check them later."

His tone was dismissive but not unkind.

He actually didn’t want to get involved with the Lu Conglomerate at all, the politics, the family drama, the endless power struggles bored him. They were his family but the day his wife had died, he felt like a part of him had died too.