Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 311; Lu Yuze & Shuyin
With a tenderness that felt both instinctive and profound, he began to clean her face. He wiped gently across her forehead, down the slope of her nose, over the wine-stained corners of her lips. She stirred slightly at the touch, a soft sigh escaping her, but did not wake.
He took her hand, uncurling her fingers to wipe the palm where the wine had spilled, then each finger in turn. Her hand was elegant yet strong, a hand that could wield magic and hurl accusations with equal force, now lying passive and trusting in his.
Satisfied, he rose and pulled the duvet from under her, then smoothly covered her up to her shoulders, tucking the edges around her. She immediately burrowed deeper into the pillow, a contented, sleepy sound humming in her throat.
Lu Yuze hesitated. The afternoon was still young, and a mountain of corporate work awaited his attention. But the thought of leaving her alone in this state, of retreating to his cold, formal study, felt deeply wrong.
Decision made, he retrieved his laptop from his study and brought it back to the bedroom. He kicked off his indoor shoes, settled himself against the carved wooden headboard beside her, and balanced the laptop on his knees. The soft, rhythmic tapping of keys soon joined the sound of her steady breathing.
He worked diligently, reviewing financial reports and drafting responses to emails, but his attention was perpetually divided. Every few minutes, his gaze would drift from the screen to her sleeping form. When she shifted in her sleep, turning to face him, he paused his typing entirely.
Her brow was furrowed, a remnant of the day’s distress. "No secret children..." she mumbled into the pillow, the words thick with sleep and wine. "...damp socks... curse you..."
A slow, affectionate smile touched his lips. Even in her dreams, she was cursing her father with domestic inconveniences.
He reached out, his hand hovering for a second before he let his fingers gently smooth the furrow from her brow. The tension under his touch eased. She quieted, her breathing deepening once more.
He returned to his work, but the atmosphere in the room had shifted. It was no longer just a bedroom; it was a sanctuary. The digital world of mergers and acquisitions on his screen seemed far away, muted by the simple, profound reality of his wife sleeping safely beside him.
The noon light faded into early afternoon. A maid knocked softly, bringing in a pot of tea and a glass of water on a tray. Lu Yuze placed the water on the nightstand within Shuyin’s reach and accepted the tea with a silent nod of thanks.
He continued to work, moving from one file draft to another, when a knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
Yuyan and Chen Xiao walked into the bedroom. Their stepmother had promised to accompany them. They had been waiting and waiting, and then they were told their father had taken her away.
Why was he spending all this time with her instead of giving them time together?
"Your mama is feeling unwell, and as you can see, she’s sleeping. She needs to rest." He spoke up, understanding their predicament.
"Has she taken any medication?" Yuyan inquired carefully, moving over to the bed and gently kissing her stepmother on the forehead.
"Yes, she’ll be fine. Let’s go...
I’ll accompany you two." He placed his laptop to the side, closing all the tabs. Since Shuyin couldn’t accompany them, then he would.
"You don’t have to worry about us, Daddy. Just do your work. I know a lot is pending since last evening." She didn’t want him to pile up his work.
She kissed him on the cheek before walking away with Chen Xiao.
They had just walked out when they came across Ting Fei, who headed into the bedroom.
"Hello, Master."
"Yes?"
"I’ve handled everything on your side and on hers. Also, Chen Xiao’s maternal family is asking about his whereabouts. I told them he’s with you and warned them against any advances." If they could kill their own daughter, Chen Xiao’s mother, and the two girls so mercilessly, they didn’t deserve a chance to see Chen Xiao.
"I’ll warn them." More than warn, he would deal with them until they were bankrupt.
"I encountered your family members at the Lu South Group. They wanted to speak with Shuyin, but I told them she’s sick and on leave. Blade, Razor, and Tank are settling in well in their respective assigned roles. They wanted to come over and see Shuyin, but I advised them against it, they should wait for Shuyin to call. We’ve completely taken over the shares of Chen Enterprises, the Lu South Group, and the Lin Company that Lu Zeyan held. Those last two acquisitions haven’t been publicized yet."
"Also, Lu Cheng and your family went to Yuyan Conglomerate looking for you since they couldn’t reach you by phone or at home. I told them you’d gone on a business trip." He briefed him on everything for the day and passed over the authorized forms, notarized certificates, and everything else that was deemed important.
Lu Yuze accepted the documents, his expression unreadable as he scanned through the papers. "Good work. Keep monitoring Chen Xiao’s maternal family. I don’t trust them to accept a simple warning."
"Understood, Master."
"And the media?"
"Contained. No leaks about the acquisitions or the family drama. Your PR team has prepared several cover stories should anything surface unexpectedly." Ting Fei paused, glancing at the sleeping figure on the bed. "How is the Madam?"
"She’ll recover." Lu Yuze’s voice softened imperceptibly. "She just needs time."
Ting Fei nodded, knowing better than to pry further. "I’ll leave these documents for your review. If you need anything else...."
"Actually," Lu Yuze interrupted, setting the papers on the nightstand. "Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the week. Reschedule what you can, and delegate the urgent matters to the vice presidents."
Ting Fei’s eyebrows rose slightly, a rare show of surprise. In the fifteen years he’d served Lu Yuze, the man had never cancelled an entire week of obligations. Not during hostile takeovers, not during the company’s near-collapse five years ago, not even when he’d been hospitalized with pneumonia.
"All of them, Master?"
"All of them." Lu Yuze’s tone left no room for argument. "My wife needs me here."
A faint smile crossed Ting Fei’s usually stoic features. "Of course, Master. I’ll handle everything."
After Ting Fei departed, Lu Yuze returned his attention to Shuyin. The afternoon sun had shifted, casting warm golden rays across her face. She looked peaceful now, the tension that had been etched into her features finally smoothed away.
He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "What am I going to do with you?" he murmured, though he already knew the answer.
Everything. He would do everything.
His phone buzzed, a text from Yuyan: *Daddy, Chen Xiao and I are in the library. Don’t worry about dinner. We’ll eat with Uncle Li Feng. Take care of Mama.*
He smiled, typing back a quick response before setting the phone on silent. Accompanying his wife was more important than anything else right now.
As he placed the phone face down on the nightstand, he saw the notification count: 47 missed calls. 23 text messages.
All from his brother’s family.
Lu Yuze’s expression didn’t change. He glanced at Shuyin’s sleeping form, peaceful and exhausted, then back at the phone.
He knew what they wanted. Had known since the moment Lu Zeyan’s condition had begun to deteriorate. They wanted him to fix it, to reverse whatever had been done, to make their precious son whole again.
They had no idea that Lu Zeyan had brought this upon himself.
If he hadn’t betrayed Shuyin, none of this would have happened. If he had loved her, truly loved her, and married her as he once promised, none of this would have happened.
This was his doing. Karma hadn’t strayed; it had found him precisely because it knew where to strike.
And what did they expect from him now, when he knew it was Lin Shuyin’s hand behind it all? He couldn’t expose her. He couldn’t deny it either. Because if anyone understood where it hurt the most, how to cut without mercy, it was her.
She had learned that lesson from him, Lu Zeyan himself...
