Rebirth Counterattack with Space
Chapter 215 - 207 Clues

Chapter 215: Chapter 207 Clues

At that moment, Lu Aiguo was at a loss for words upon hearing Lu Aibing’s thick-skinned "credit-grabbing"—not that it was all bad. Since he wanted to show off, let him do so. It also spared his own family from suspicion.

However, Lu Aibing was still "quite conscientious," at least he didn’t monopolize the "credit." He also said that much was owed to his sister-in-law Xia Yuan, who upon learning of Zhang Cai’s pregnancy, generously helped her nourish her body from the very start, and encouraged her to walk more and exercise, which ultimately resulted in the smooth delivery of the child.

Lu Erbo’s wife also added with emotion that it was Xia Yuan who brought prosperity to their Lu Family.

The way it was phrased left not only Lu Aiguo feeling proud but also made Lu Yun admire her grandmother deeply—Wasn’t her mother the one who truly brought prosperity to the Lu Family? Without her mother, how could she herself exist? Without her, where would all the different useful elixirs come from? Without the elixirs, her cousin in her second aunt’s womb wouldn’t have survived.

As for that man from the Su Family, who now was lost to the winds, Lu Yun habitually ignored him. Even were he still alive, she would never acknowledge him in this lifetime. Two lifetimes worth of rat poison had completely severed all kinship with the Su Family. All her monumental opportunities and benefits no longer had anything to do with the Su Family, not even a single dime.

Xia Yuan glanced at Lu Aiguo and then at Lu Yun, "There’s still nearly two months before Xiaoyun’s birthday. We should notify mom and dad first, and tell them the same thing we told Jinsheng—that the person behind us is Xiaoyun’s ’mysterious master’.

As long as mom and dad are convinced that our rise was due to the good fortune from Xiaoyun’s master, they will more readily accept the transition of the Lu family’s business to Xiaoyun’s hands instead of Jinsheng’s in the future. This matter is of great importance, and I think given our parents’ disposition, even if we don’t tell them, they won’t speak of it to outsiders."

"Even if they won’t disclose it, it’s still better to tell them at least something. Better be safe than sorry, let’s just go with that. We can notify the others a week in advance; remember to have someone tidy up the villa in the suburbs again. That place is big enough to accommodate everyone when they arrive."

"Mhm, but won’t that be a bit too far? Though it sounds like there’s ample time with one or two months left, it will pass quickly. We should start preparing slowly. What do you think about which hotel would be suitable for the birthday banquet?" Xia Yuan asked slightly nodding, seeking Lu Aiguo’s opinion.

"It’s not too far. We can just arrange a few more cars and people to facilitate their travel. As for the hotel, why don’t we just choose..." Lu Aiguo and Xia Yuan began to seriously discuss, exchanging ideas back and forth, while Lu Yun listened casually, soon feeling the same boredom her brother had earlier, so she soon indicated that she wanted to return to her room.

"Go on, go on, your dad and I are still looking forward to you bringing us long life and health," Xia Yuan said nonchalantly, waving her hand in approval—a thing she had already grown accustomed to, their lack of interest in matters they found uninteresting.

Lu Yun chuckled with a "pfft."

Back in her room, Lu Yun spread out the writing paper and began to write down the day’s fun picnic, the "rumors" event, and how after learning about it, Lu Aiguo and Xia Yuan decided to throw her a grand birthday party this year and transfer 30 percent of the entire Lu family’s shares into her name—

In addition, she wrote a lot about the mundane daily aspects of her life. Since their relationship became clear, their correspondence had become more frequent with more subject matter. Not just her, Shitou would even write to report eating an extra steamed bun during the day when there was nothing else to mention.

Lu Yun found this amusing, and yet, she couldn’t help but feel an indescribable sweetness in her heart.

Word by word, she wrote over a dozen pages before she finally stopped writing.

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Pei Family.

In the floral hall on the ground floor.

Zhang Min leaned quietly against the rocking chair, holding a cup of tea in her hand, her thumb gently caressing the handle of the cup, her gaze moving to the windowsill where a beam of sunlight seemed to be frolicking there, the golden color very warm.

"Still no news?"

Suddenly, she murmured softly, as if talking to herself, yet seemingly posing a question.

Pei Qingyuan, who was wearing reading glasses and looking at a book, paused, his eyes fixated on a section of the text on the page he had opened, unable to continue any further. After a while, he sighed, closing the book in his hand and looked at his elderly wife with a gaze full of helplessness, guilt, and pity.

"We’ve been looking these days, but unfortunately... there’s been no clue."

In the vast Capital City, it was not easy to search for a nameless, faceless person who only resembled him in his youth; it was harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

"I can’t seem to forget these days, no matter how much I think about it, I feel that he is our family’s child. Too similar, that bearing, the way he stands so tall and straight, it’s just like you when you were young. These past few days, that shadow has been before my eyes, the more I think, the more familiar it feels..."

Zhang Min spoke in a dazed murmur, then suddenly she lifted her head, her eyes shining with tears as she looked resolutely at Pei Qingyuan, "Qingyuan, I can’t be mistaken, he must be Shaojie’s child. After so many years, when we thought we’d never find Shaojie in this lifetime, he suddenly appeared. I believe this is heaven’s way of showing us pity.

It must be that heaven also finds us pitiful, that’s why it let me see him. No matter what, you have to find him, and once you do, you’ll definitely be able to find our Shaojie.

Shaojie was so young back then. I didn’t even get to hold him enough. How could I have been so useless? Why did I fall ill at that time? If I hadn’t gotten sick, we wouldn’t have had to leave him, to send him to be fostered by another family."

"Or if I had been stronger back then, recovered from my illness sooner, and we had gone back earlier to pick him up, maybe, maybe..."

Zhang Min’s voice was choked with sobs, unable to continue as large tears rolled down, splashing into the cup in her hand like rain, creating ripples of water droplets.

Pei Qingyuan, unable to listen any longer, put down the book and took off his reading glasses, walked over, knelt down in front of her, gently took the teacup from her hand, with his hands full of calluses gently wiped her tears, then held her hands, staring into her eyes as he made a solemn promise, "I promise you, I will do everything in my power to find him."

His eyes filled with sorrow, his voice equally choked with sobs, "You can’t blame yourself; it’s all on me. If I had been able to persevere back then, no matter how difficult it was, to bring him along with us, so this isn’t your fault—it should be me who is blamed."

"It’s not your fault, you can’t be blamed. You already had it tough enough at that time..." Zhang Min’s tears could not be wiped away, and with Pei Qingyuan’s words she finally broke down crying loudly, shaking her head, "It’s fate, all fate."

She thought, despite her insistence that Pei Qingyuan must find that child, she knew all too well in her heart how slim the hopes were in the vast sea of humanity.

Thinking how forty-seven years had passed in the blink of an eye, they had both aged, yet didn’t even know what their eldest son looked like. Now that they had finally found a little clue, it just so happened--

Zhang Min dared not continue to think any further, leaning on Pei Qingyuan, the two of them finally broke down in tears.

Hearing their cries, the other members of the Pei Family who had returned also fell silent, standing in the living hall, silently shedding tears, and no one dared to enter to console them; in fact, they simply did not know how to console.