Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 868 - 331: [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] Fleeting Shadows (Part 6)_2

Old Sir Lu had not yet had a chance to reprimand Lu Huai’an for his reckless actions when fighting sounds emerged from the side of the room, and his sharp eyes instantly became serious.

In a deep voice, he instructed the manager of the club and a few core design personnel still standing outside the room, "Wait outside."

As Old Sir Lu slammed the door shut, the shirtless body of Lu Mingchuan was thrown to the floor by the cold and sinister Lu Huai’an.

Lu Huai’an’s sharp eagle eyes twisted with a bone-eroding darkness, his sharp features devoid of any warmth, like a leopard hit by a hunter’s bullet, the bloodthirst hidden inside him all surged out at this moment.

It seemed as though in the next second, he would push the bullet lodged in his body deeper into Lu Mingchuan’s heart with greater force.

Seeing the man’s fist about to strike Lu Mingchuan once more, Shen Weiyi hurriedly ran over, stood in front of him, and softly asked, "Huai’an, what are you doing?"

Lu Huai’an seemed unaffected by Shen Weiyi’s obstruction, his dark eyes rolling like a tsunami capable of swallowing everything, the coldness emanating from him capable of eroding bones and blood.

After flexing his joints, he mercilessly pushed Shen Weiyi aside.

He didn’t control his strength, and Shen Weiyi’s slender body was pushed to the floor, her knee hitting the corner of the table, causing her to cry out softly in pain, "Ah!"

The items on the table scattered to the ground.

Lu Mingchuan, flipped to the floor by Lu Huai’an, showed no intention of fighting back, only letting out low groans, as the punches and kicks landed on him with increasing heaviness.

Soon, the scent of blood mixed with the air’s languid atmosphere.

In his rage, Old Sir Lu raised the cane in his hand, but before bringing it down, he abruptly stopped midair.

It was because of Shen Weiyi’s surprised voice on the floor, "Lin Chu? How can it be you?"

Old Sir Lu’s sharp gaze followed the direction Shen Weiyi was pointing. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Lin Chu, clutching the quilt tightly and shrinking in the corner as if separated from the outside world, was crying, yet not making a sound.

Her gaze was unfocused, staring blankly at everything happening before her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks in quick succession, soaking a patch of the quilt.

She was trembling, the sound of her teeth chattering together seemed enough to shatter her eardrums.

The quilt did not completely cover the stiff girl, exposed on her shoulder and neck were ambiguous kiss marks, clear and visible, her hair a disheveled mess.

Having battled on both the battlefield and in the business world for decades, Old Sir Lu’s mind went blank for a few seconds, but being a resilient veteran, his shock and astonishment lasted only a few brief seconds.

The cane raised midair was placed on the floor, his angry eyes regaining calm.

"Weiyi, you go out first, make sure everyone outside keeps their distance, pause this afternoon’s shoot, wait in the next room, do not leave until I come over."

The heavy voice was imbued with authority that could not be defied.

Despite the pain from her knee, Shen Weiyi stood up, obediently responding, "I understand, Grandpa."

Before closing the door, she looked at the man who seemed intent on beating her brother to death, and couldn’t help but feel a bit of dread.

She had never seen Lu Huai’an like this before.

Old Sir Lu held the power of life and death in the Lu Family, all the younger generations conducted themselves with restraint before him, not daring to cross any lines, even the most favored Lu Huai’an treaded carefully.

He, a person so reserved and indifferent, could actually show his unbridled anger and violence in front of Grandpa without any concealment.

Who was it that said they would never look at Lin Chu again in this lifetime?

Who was it that said they only felt repulsed by Lin Chu?

Who was it that said... they would never love Lin Chu?

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"Huai’an, stop for now, give Mingchuan a few minutes to explain, rest assured, I won’t be biased towards anyone."

Since Lu Huai’an entered this room, he hadn’t uttered a single word.

Even though the anger that could destroy him burned like a wildfire in his chest, his sharp features showed not a trace of extra emotion, the indifferent arcs of his face seemed to seep with icy water.

The last punch landed on Lu Mingchuan’s face, and his fierce gaze never looked at him again.

Turning around, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over the girl shivering in the corner, along with the quilt, he carried her into the inner room.

Though the room’s heating was on, her hands were cold as ice.

Lin Chu listened to Lu Huai’an call Lu Jun to have clothes bought and sent over for her, and like a wooden figure, she showed no reaction at all.