Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!
Chapter 343: Worth, Incalculable

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Worth, Incalculable

"You seem like a completely different person."

Cheng Cang’s comment elicited a light laugh from Lu Xining.

She took out a mirror from the drawer and handed it to him, signaling him to take a look at his own neck.

The man’s expression changed abruptly when he saw in the mirror that the foundation covering the scar on his neck had been wiped away by Lu Xining’s fingertips. He finally understood the abrupt nature of her previous action.

Lu Xining pulled over a wet wipe and carefully cleaned her fingers that had just grazed Cheng Cang’s cheek, her voice was clear, cold, yet forceful.

"You’ve received that thing Fang Lingling mentioned as well, haven’t you?"

The wound on his neck was clearly caused by a blade or gun. Though the mark had faded significantly and had been concealed with foundation, the scar felt wide when she touched it with her fingertip just now.

Seeing the stiff smile at the corners of the man’s eyes, Lu Xining straightforwardly exposed the reason for his recent evasive actions and continued, "You’ve been as cunning as a rabbit, dodging and hiding, to escape from these people’s pursuit, right?"

The surveillance video on the wall had gone completely dark.

The sounds outside the door were no longer clear, and Cheng Cang felt like an eagle that had been pecked in the eye by a chick.

He curled his lips and said, "Since you’ve already noticed, there’s no point in me pretending anymore."

Cheng Cang said, "Yes, I’ve received it too."

He confessed to her about the secret assassins arranged by her maternal grandfather Chu Zhan, also revealing that he along with a few people downstairs had all received their first warning.

This was also the reason they were so eager to help her seek revenge.

Lu Xining found it a bit funny and asked Cheng Cang, "It’s strange, why do you all think I want revenge?"

Her mother had spent so long raising her, even going as far as to change her identity, and it wasn’t for the purpose of seeking revenge.

The man was stumped by her question.

"Don’t you want revenge? The people from Beicheng, the Shang Family, they’ve bullied the Chu Family and your mother, don’t you feel any hatred?"

She looked at him and said, "No."

Cheng Cang: "..."

He really hadn’t expected Lu Xining to think this way.

"Lu Xining, your grandfather gave you too much. No one can resist the changes that come with acquiring that wealth and status."

He candidly said, "That’s human nature."

Cheng Cang had inherited a portion of the power given to him by Chu Zhan from the person who adopted him and had also become aware of the affairs concerning the Chu Family.

The man’s voice trailed off, and a prolonged silence filled the study.

The tea on the table in front of Lu Xining had gone cold. She glanced at the burning sandalwood incense beside her, then at the clock on the wall behind him. She counted silently in her mind and waited quietly for Cheng Cang’s reaction.

"You..."

He felt his strength draining away bit by bit, his vision darkened, and by the time Cheng Cang awoke again, he was in the basement.

There were five people tied up neatly in chairs beside him.

Lan Jingxu sneered, "Traitor!"

The others followed his gaze, clearly questioning his allegiance.

"..." Cheng Cang didn’t know what to say for a moment.

If he really was a traitor, he wouldn’t be in the same place as them, bound hand and foot, not knowing what material the ropes were made from, which seemed to get tighter the more he struggled.

These people were indeed as Lu Xining had described: they’ve grown in age but not in wisdom, frightfully foolish.

At the same moment, Fang Lingling, standing in the garden of a detached villa, watched Lu Xining methodically watering the plants with a hose, her head shrouded in mist, failing to understand why she had spared her.

Fang Lingling asked her, "Why?"

Feeling eyes on her back as if casting a shadow, Lu Xining turned off the tap, spun around, and met her gaze, "Because you... are real."

Having seen all kinds of demons and monsters in the entertainment industry, who speak human words to humans and ghostly words to ghosts, Fang Lingling was somewhat taken aback upon suddenly being described with such a word.

"You are the first person to ever say that about me."

The words she most frequently heard were opportunist, vanity-seeker, and unscrupulous in achieving her goals. No one had ever called her real, which made her feel as if her heart had been struck.

The woman before her was clearly a few years younger, yet she possessed a power that was spreading, one that commanded admiration and submission.

Fang Lingling’s view of her changed in an instant.

"You are very smart."

Sensing the change in the attitude of the person opposite, a hint of amusement rippled in those cool eyes. Lu Xining smiled slightly, "Same to you."

Returning to the study.

Lu Xining and Fang Lingling sat facing each other.

The person who got out of the car earlier with a look of disdain now watched her intently, taking out a USB drive from her luxury bag and pushing it across the desk to Lu Xining.

"Everything Mr. Chu handed to my mother is in here. Whenever you want, I can return all these forces to you," Fang Lingling said with a respectful tone, a change from her previous attitude. "Mr. Chu has been very kind to my mother. If there’s ever a need for me, I shall not shirk my duty, but please ask them to spare my mother."

After a while, Fang Lingling was the first to leave by car.

Lu Xining browsed through the forces on her computer, and upon seeing the identities of those people, realized they had infiltrated many circles and their achievements were even more remarkable than before.

Only by slowly uncovering these treasures left to her by her grandfather did Lu Xining truly appreciate how formidable his abilities had been.

If only...

To him, none of these compared to the presence of his grandmother.

The first person brought up from the basement was Zhao Yuanchen, the eldest. The very thought of being treated this way at his age filled him with indescribable rage.

"Even if we work for the Chu Family, if not for merit, we’ve endured hardship, isn’t this treatment of us too arbitrary!"

Lu Xining lacked patience for these men, pinpointing their greed straightaway.

She said coldly, "Did you think about whether you were being arbitrary when you targeted my people?"

Just yesterday, Fu Junhang learned from Old Lady Mu of the Port City Mu Family that Zhao Yuanchen had been secretly trying to investigate Haozi and Fu Junhang’s identities. Since Haozi was her own great-grandson, Old Mrs. Mu immediately had the news locked down upon learning of this.

She also warned Haozi, who was just about to board a flight out of the country, and he was thus spared from being captured, now safely arrived on Safe Island.

The man seemed not to have expected his actions to be discovered, a flicker of guilt in his eyes, and a newfound wariness of her abilities.

A thick stack of documents landed in front of Zhao Yuanchen.

Lu Xining presented evidence of the illegal activities that Zhao Yuanchen had been involved in over the years. As the scales of interest weighted heavier, his internal panic grew.

Underestimating the enemy was a common flaw among these men.

Especially when the opponent was of the opposite sex and significantly younger than them, their sense of self-importance could swell to its peak.

Lu Xining fit both criteria perfectly.

Only after she reclaimed the industries and assets related to the Chu Family from these people did she realize that her own value had reached an immeasurable height.

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