Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 366; Breakfast 3

There was genuine concern in her voice, not disapproval, but worry that perhaps Shuyin was sacrificing something important for them. The child had learned early that adults who didn’t work faced consequences, that jobs were fragile things that could disappear if not carefully maintained.

"Work can always wait," Shuyin said with absolute confidence, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "Some things are more important than sitting in an office."

What she didn’t say, couldn’t say in front of the children, was that she had other priorities today. Her mother, still unconscious in St. Catherine’s Private Hospital, is healing from fifteen years of imprisonment. The Lin family, currently locked in holding cells, exactly where she wanted them. The revenge that was finally, finally unfolding according to plan.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway announced another arrival. Ting Fei appeared in the kitchen doorway, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. He moved with his usual quiet efficiency, crossing to the kitchen island and claiming one of the empty stools. His presence was comfortable, familiar, less like hired help and more like trusted family.

"Good morning," he said, nodding to the children before taking a sip of his coffee. "I hope I’m not interrupting."

"Not at all," Lu Yuze said. "Join us."

Shuyin watched Ting Fei settle in, watched him exchange a brief greeting with Yuyan who immediately offered to make him a plate of eggs. As the girl moved back to the stove with unconscious domesticity, Shuyin’s mind shifted gears. From a soft maternal figure to something colder. More calculating.

She set down her fork deliberately, her expression changing in subtle ways that Lu Yuze had learned to recognize. This was Shuyin in strategy mode. The gentle warmth that had colored her voice moments ago crystallized into something sharper.

"Ting Fei," she said, her voice quiet but carrying absolute authority. "I need you to handle something for me today."

Ting Fei set down his coffee cup, his posture shifting to full professional attention. "Of course, Mrs. Lu."

"I want you to submit some of the evidence we have against Lin Feng and Madam Chen. The assault charges from the hospital, make sure those are processed fully. Add anything else that will complicate their release." Her eyes were cold, calculating. "I want them to stay in that jail cell for the entire weekend. Until Monday at the earliest, when they might be able to secure a lawyer."

She paused, taking a delicate sip of orange juice, then continued with the same casual tone one might use to discuss the weather.

"And while they’re inside, I want them transferred. Black Water Ridge Penitentiary. Maximum security section. For the weekend."

Lu Yuze’s coffee cup stopped halfway to his lips. Ting Fei’s expression remained professionally neutral, but something flickered in his eyes, surprise, perhaps, or recognition of just how ruthless this particular revenge was.

Black Water Ridge wasn’t just a holding facility. It was where they sent the violent offenders, the career criminals, the people society had given up on rehabilitating. The conditions were harsh by design. The other inmates were dangerous. And the maximum security section, where prisoners were kept in near-isolation, where every moment was controlled and monitored and deliberately dehumanizing, was reserved for the absolute worst.

Sending Lin Feng and Madam Chen there, even temporarily, would be psychological torture. They would taste what real imprisonment felt like, what true helplessness meant. They would understand, in a visceral way they’d never forget, the kind of conditions Shuyin had endured for the time she was imprisoned.

And then, just when they thought they’d secured their release, just when they thought the nightmare was over, she would send them back.

"They should taste what it means to fight for survival," Shuyin continued, her voice carrying a satisfaction that was almost cold-blooded. "Let them experience real consequences before they can get out. And then..." her lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile, "...I’ll make sure they go back in there again. Multiple times if necessary."

It was calculated cruelty. Deliberate psychological warfare. Giving them hope of release, then snatching it away. Making them suffer not just once, but repeatedly, until the terror of that place was permanently etched into their minds.

"Understood," Ting Fei said, his tone giving nothing away. "I’ll make the arrangements immediately after breakfast."

But Shuyin wasn’t finished. Her strategic mind was moving multiple pieces simultaneously now, seeing several moves ahead.

She turned to Lu Yuze, her expression sharpening further. "Lu Yuze, I think you can handle the next part. I want them in that facility for several days, long enough that no lawyer will be able to immediately secure their release. Pull whatever strings necessary. Call in favors. Use whatever connections you have to delay the legal process."

Lu Yuze nodded slowly, understanding where this was going. "How long are we talking?" Of course, he had a say in that facility and no one knows how it came to be.

"At least through the weekend. Ideally longer." She set down her juice glass with deliberate precision. "And while they’re locked up, unable to manage anything, I want their situation publicized. Social media platforms. News outlets. Paparazzi tipped off about the scandal, a prominent businessman and his wife were arrested for assault, and held in a maximum security prison. Make it ugly. Make it public. Make it impossible to sweep under the rug."

Her voice took on an edge of satisfaction. "I want everyone to see them at their lowest. The society connections they’ve cultivated, the reputation they’ve built, the carefully maintained image of respectability, I want all of it destroyed. Let the public see exactly what kind of people they really are."

Yuyan had returned with a plate for Ting Fei, setting it down carefully before retreating back to her own seat. Chen Xiao was still eating quietly, seemingly absorbed in his breakfast, but Shuyin noticed the slight tension in his small shoulders. The children were listening. Understanding, perhaps, more than they should.