Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 256; Lu Yuze 8

A flicker of icy annoyance passed over Lu Yuze’s features. He leaned his head back against the chair, staring at the ceiling for a brief second, mastering his irritation. When he spoke again, his voice was calm, clean, and utterly final.

"Ah Ying. Go and kick them out. By force." He turned his gaze to his other aide. "Inform them that Yuyan will visit them when, and if, she wishes to. This had better be the last time they presume to approach my home in this manner."

He didn’t care who they were but they didn’t need to step into his home for any reason.

"Understood," Ah Ying said, already moving. He had anticipated this outcome. The grandparents had never been granted access beyond the outermost gate; they would not be setting foot in the compound tonight.

"And," Ah Ying added, pausing at the edge of the room, "there is also a detective. He just arrived at the main gate."

Lu Yuze’s jaw tightened. The net was tightening, but his walls were higher. He waved a dismissive hand. "Send him away. I am not seeing anyone at this hour. He can find me at my office tomorrow. If he has a warrant, then we will talk. Until then, my family is sleeping."

His word was law within these walls. Ah Ying gave a short nod and vanished soundlessly into the hall, his mission clear: to cleanse the perimeter of all unwanted noise, by persuasion or by force.

Lu Yuze finally picked up the tablet from Ah Ling, his eyes scanning the glowing screen. The outside world with its demands, its investigations, its emotional clamor, was a distant storm. Upstairs, his children slept. In his bed, his mermaid wife dreamed. Here, in the fortified quiet, he held the line. Everything else was simply interference to be managed, and then silenced.

Ah Ying’s departure left a deeper quiet in the sitting area, broken only by the soft hum of climate control and the faint tap of Ah Ling’s fingers on his tablet. Lu Yuze absorbed the silence for a moment longer, a man fortifying himself. Then, with a fluid motion, he rose from the chair.

"Hold all non-critical calls until morning," he instructed Ah Ling, his voice now stripped of the domestic softness it held upstairs, replaced by the crisp tone of command. "And have the kitchen send a pot of black tea to the study."

"Yes, sir."

He left the living area, his footsteps echoing with purpose on the polished stone floor as he moved down a side corridor. At the end stood a heavy, floor-to-ceiling door of aged teak. He pressed his palm to a discreet biometric panel; it glowed green and clicked open.

The study room was a different world. It was smaller than the grand living room, but its impact was greater. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves of the same dark teak held leather-bound volumes and sleek data drives. One entire wall was a single pane of glass, offering a breathtaking view of the surrounding landscape, dense forest stretching toward distant mountains, untouched by the urban sprawl they’d left behind. In the center sat a massive, minimalist desk of polished black stone, devoid of clutter save for three large monitors, a sleek keyboard, and a single, ancient-looking jade paperweight.

This was the sanctum of Lu Yuze, the CEO, not Lu Yuze, the man. He settled into the high-backed leather chair, and the room seemed to orient itself around him. The door hissed shut, sealing him in a cocoon of focused silence.

A moment later, a maid entered with a tray bearing a pot of steaming black tea and a single cup. She placed it soundlessly on a side table and vanished.

He took a sip of the bitter, bracing liquid, then activated the monitors. They bloomed to life, splitting into multiple screens showing live feeds, financial tickers, and video conferencing software. The first of his scheduled virtual meetings was already waiting, his Singapore legal team, their faces pixel-perfect and expectant in their respective windows. It was 2 AM locally, but business, like the ocean, knew no true night.

"Begin," he said, his voice cool and clear in the hushed room.

For the next few hours, he was a conductor of global capital and complex strategy. He dissected merger clauses with the Singapore team, his questions razor-sharp. He joined a brief, intense call with his Zurich-based head of security, reviewing protocols in a low, deliberate tone. He approved a series of staggering wire transfers for the Hong Kong acquisition with a single, unhurried keystroke.

Throughout it all, his attention was absolute, his decisions swift and unassailable. The warmth of the man upstairs, the gentle father tucking in his daughter, was completely submerged beneath the calm, impenetrable surface of the executive. The only sign of the other world, the one that truly mattered, was an occasional, almost imperceptible glance he’d cast toward the security monitor in the corner of his main screen, a live, silent feed showing the closed door of his master bedroom. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

He sat in the silent study, the black tea untouched and growing cold beside him. The wall of glass showed a city asleep, but his world was awake on the screens before him.

He conducted the meetings with detached, surgical precision. The merger documents from Singapore were dissected clause by clause, his voice cool and unyielding as he flagged three points of unacceptable risk. The 5 AM call with London was moved up; he saw no reason to wait. For twenty minutes, he listened to the tired voices on the other end, then dismantled their quarterly projections with five quiet questions that left them scrambling.

He approved capital allocations, denied two acquisition proposals, and finalized a severance package for a departing executive with a single, emotionless signature on the digital pad. Each decision was clean, final, and left no room for the chaos of human feeling that had colored the hours before.

This was his element. This was control.

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