The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 947 - 946: The Straightforwardness of the Couple

Chapter 947: Chapter 946: The Straightforwardness of the Couple

Yun Sang remembered his dad once said that back then, his and his uncle’s office looked like it had been ransacked — all the documents and data were wiped clean, and every removable hard drive and computer had been taken away.

All that remained was a giant processor, too large to move, so it was smashed to pieces.

At that time, his uncle was just an apprentice following his dad and his uncle (Yun Sang’s maternal uncle). He didn’t learn any real skills, just how to take shortcuts and play tricks.

The uncle saw the promising future of rapidly emerging foreign internet technology and was bent on urging his dad to develop overseas, but his dad only wanted to root the business domestically.

After their disagreement, the uncle, behind his dad’s back, left the country with all the technical achievements.

By the time everyone realized it, everything was too late.

His grandfather knew about all this but didn’t stop it.

Maybe because, at the time, his grandfather also favored the foreign market and tacitly approved of this behavior. Greater shade derives from greater trees, and with the support of foreign capital, the Doors System quickly dominated the mainstream computer systems market, and LOOK Company thrived tremendously.

Yun Sang lowered his head, his lips curling coldly.

But so what if it developed well?

It couldn’t cover up the immoral act of his uncle stealing others’ fruits of labor.

Because of this incident, he had always been estranged from the family on his grandfather’s side.

Of course, the true targets of his resentment were the main culprit of his uncle and his peace-making grandfather. As for his cousin, Lu Yutian, he didn’t hold much opinion about her to begin with.

However, after a few interactions, he quickly realized that Lu Yutian, though family, was also a shrewd businesswoman with an intense sense of opportunism. Slowly but surely, she wore down his patience with her relentless profit-driven mindset.

And her homecoming this year, with plans to open a domestic branch, carried unspoken motives, as clear as day.

He’d heard from several people that the Doors System hadn’t had a new iteration in three consecutive years.

For a company whose cornerstone was its system, this was highly unusual...

Yun Sang stayed silent, merely glancing vaguely in the direction of his parents.

Yun Zhishu’s expression remained indifferent, void of emotion.

Lu Xun raised his head, his gaze pausing on Lu Yutian for over five seconds before leisurely asking, "Yutian, facing some troubles?"

Lu Yutian almost thought she was going to be met with dead silence. After sipping some fish soup awkwardly, she pondered for a moment.

"Uncle, the Doors System stagnated at its ninth generation. The team’s scientists have been researching for a long time, but they haven’t identified the core issue."

Lu Yutian’s voice was soft, and maybe it was her deeply ingrained guilt, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet Lu Xun’s gaze.

She was aware of the old grievances, but it never weighed heavily on her mind. After all, the Lu Family’s success today already vindicated her father’s choice, leaving little room for criticism.

She just found the situation mildly humiliating.

The company’s team had so many experts and scientists, yet she still had to humble herself and seek her elder uncle’s assistance—it was a hard pill to swallow...

If the system was very stable, not upgrading wouldn’t be an issue. But with ever-advancing software and skyrocketing computer configurations, the demands on operating systems have risen accordingly.

Endless system vulnerabilities and increasingly lagging performance.

LOOK Company was watching its customers trickle away, like sand slipping through an hourglass.

More critically, the company’s research into intelligent robots also depended on upgrades to this computing platform, where every little move jostled the entire mechanism.

The last human-vs-machine competition, where Lu Mian publicly exposed flaws in the second-generation robot system, served as an unforgiving wake-up call for her.

Lu Beihua now set down his chopsticks, his expression tinged with anticipation and guilt as he looked toward Lu Xun.

Lu Xun intentionally ignored his guilty gaze but kept his response measured for the sake of Lu Yutian’s dignity. Smiling faintly, he politely declined, "Yutian, your uncle can’t help either."

Lu Beihua’s expression froze momentarily, and his mood grew heavier. He didn’t dare question whether Lu Xun was still angry about the years-old events. Instead, he cautiously proposed, "Big Brother, how about just taking a look for Yutian? You can only know if there’s a solution after checking it out, right?"

"Dad, I haven’t been focused on work these past years. I’ve even forgotten how to code—how would I possibly resolve any issues?" Lu Xun declined firmly yet not harshly.

Yun Zhishu nodded in agreement, "Exactly, Dad. I can vouch for that."

Lu Beihua: ... These two really left no room for maneuvering.

With both Lu Xun and Yun Zhishu making their stance crystal clear, Lu Yutian naturally couldn’t push further. Instead, she proactively started serving them more soup and dishes, smoothing things over with a casual chatter.

After dinner, Lu Xun and Yun Zhishu didn’t linger long. Having just returned, still grappling with jet lag, everyone could use a bit of rest.

The three of them were the first to leave.

After sending them off, Lu Yutian sat heavily on the couch, lost in thought, visibly unsettled.

Lu Beihua suddenly remembered something, "Darn it, I forgot to give your brother the walnut snacks I prepared!"

He muttered to himself, "Your brother is always on the computer, straining his brain. I specially asked an old friend to get these walnuts to nourish his mind. I’m really getting forgetful with age!"

The elder mumbled while shouting, "Xiaoyang, they shouldn’t have gone far yet. Hurry up and take the walnuts to them."

Xiaoyang was about to respond when Lu Yutian stood up, taking the large bag of walnuts from the elder’s hands and volunteering, "Grandpa, I’ll go."

Lu Beihua didn’t argue, "Go on then."

Lu Yutian didn’t bother changing out of her heels. She chased after them with the heavy bag of walnuts, a trace of bitterness lingering in her heart.

She’d always known her grandfather felt guilty toward her elder uncle’s family.

This visit back confirmed her suspicions—her grandfather’s attitude toward Brother Yun Sang had subtly shifted. The deeper she probed the thought, the colder her heart grew.

Her grandfather never once thought to buy her walnuts for her mental acuity, yet he went to all this trouble for Yun Sang.

Did her grandfather actually expect her elder uncle’s family to take over the Lu family’s mantle?

But her grandfather hadn’t noticed how run-down the Yun Family had become—how could they support anything major?

Shaking her head, she hadn’t walked far before catching up to Yun Sang, Lu Xun, and Yun Zhishu.

Lu Xun and Yun Zhishu strolled hand-in-hand, their silhouettes illuminated under the streetlamps, exuding a serenity and warmth.

Yun Sang followed slowly with the car, casually tailing them.

The three of them must have been chatting about something amusing—frequent bursts of laughter punctuated the night.

Lu Yutian slowed her steps, momentarily dazed.

From the car ahead, Yun Sang, oblivious to her presence, animatedly recounted things about Lu Mian to his parents through the window.

"Let me tell you, my god-sister is amazing! So amazing that even Xiao Qimo—the perpetual bachelor—has been chasing after her. Can you believe it?"

"Qimo?" Yun Zhishu’s tone carried a tinge of surprise. "He’s dating someone?"

"Exactly! They’re saying he’s proposing on the 23rd of this month, and he wants to register the marriage that same day," Yun Sang said, letting out a disdainful snort. "That cunning old fox! He really lucked out!"

The words carried a trace of sourness.

Yun Zhishu and Lu Xun exchanged a glance, letting out a sigh, their faces tinged with a faint sense of regret.