Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 314; Lu Yuze & Shuyin 3

"No," Lu Cheng agreed. "But we can wait. Watch. And when he does emerge, we make sure he can’t avoid us."

He looked around the room at his assembled family. "Everyone who has contact information for anyone in Lu Yuze’s circle, secretaries, business associates, household staff, I want you to reach out. Politely. Professionally. But make it clear that we need to speak with him urgently."

"And if he still refuses?" the sharp-eyed aunt asked.

Lu Cheng’s smile was cold. "Then we make it a business matter. Schedule a board meeting, invoke family company protocols, whatever it takes. He can ignore personal calls, but he can’t ignore corporate obligations."

"You’re going to force a confrontation," Mrs. Lu said, understanding dawning in her eyes.

"I’m going to get answers," Lu Cheng corrected. "One way or another."

A nurse appeared in the doorway, her expression sympathetic. "Mr. and Mrs. Lu? Your son is asking for you. Well... not asking exactly, but he’s agitated and the sound of your voices seems to calm him."

Mrs. Lu stood immediately, wiping at her tears. "I’m coming."

As she hurried toward Lu Zeyan’s room, Lu Cheng followed more slowly. Before entering, he pulled out his phone one more time, typing out a message:

*Brother, I know you’re receiving these. I know you’re choosing not to respond. But understand this: we will have a conversation about what’s happening. This weekend at the latest. If you don’t make yourself available, I will make it my business to find you.*

*Your nephew is suffering. Whatever your reasons for staying away, they won’t protect you from the consequences of this choice.*

*We’re family. Start acting like it.*

He hit send, knowing it would likely be ignored like all the others.

But it felt good to say it anyway.

Inside Lu Zeyan’s room, Mrs. Lu stood by the bed, watching her son sleep. He looked peaceful now, sedated, but she knew what would happen when he woke. The vacant stares. The infantile behavior. The way he looked at her was like she was a stranger.

"This is her fault," she whispered to Lu Cheng as he joined her. "I don’t care what the doctors say. I don’t care if it sounds crazy. That woman did this to our son."

Lu Cheng didn’t argue. Because deep down, in a place he didn’t want to examine too closely, he was starting to believe it too.

The question was: if Shuyin really had done this, how?

And more importantly: what else was she capable of?

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**Back at the Lin Mansion**

Lu Yuze sat in the darkening room, watching the sunset paint Shuyin’s face in amber light. His phone continued to vibrate periodically with incoming messages, but he didn’t reach for it.

Let his brother rage. Let the Lu family panic.

They were reaping what they’d sown. Just like the Lin family would soon reap their harvest.

Justice, Lu Yuze had learned, wasn’t always swift.

But it was always thorough.

Shuyin stirred slightly in her sleep, and he reached out to smooth her hair back from her forehead. She settled again, peacefully.

Whatever storm was coming from his family, they would weather it together.

After all, they’d survived interdimensional parasites.

A few angry relatives seemed almost laughable in comparison.

His phone buzzed again—Lu Cheng’s latest message.

Lu Yuze read it, his expression unchanging.

Then he deleted it without responding.

This weekend, as scheduled.

Not a moment sooner.

Because the most important person in his world was sleeping in this bed, recovering from saving her mother.

And nothing, not family obligation, not social pressure, not even his brother’s threats, would make him abandon her.

He turned the phone completely off and set it in a drawer.

Then he returned to his vigil, watching over Shuyin as the afternoon faded to evening.

Outside, the world could burn.

In here, she was safe.

And that was all that mattered.

— — — — — —

Hours passed. The golden afternoon light deepened into the amber hues of early evening. Lu Yuze had abandoned any pretense of work, instead simply watching over Shuyin as she slept.

When she finally stirred, her eyelashes fluttering open, the first thing she saw was his face.

"Lu Yuze?" Her voice was hoarse, confused. "What time is it?"

"Nearly six in the evening. How are you feeling?"

She sat up, pushing her hair back from her face with practiced composure. "Like I’ve been hit by a truck. Did I really drink an entire bottle of wine?" She was wondering what was so different from what she had taken in the Clubhouse! How did this one turn out like this?

"You did." Amusement colored his tone. "You also cursed your father with an eternity of damp socks."

Her expression flickered, a brief flash of mortification that she quickly masked. "I said that out loud?"

"Among other things."

"Wonderful." Her tone was dry, controlled. She reached for the glass of water on the nightstand without waiting for him to offer it. "How long have you been sitting here?"

"Since you fell asleep."

She paused mid-sip, her sharp eyes studying him. "You stayed with me the whole time."

It wasn’t a question, but he answered anyway. "Where else would I be? Or where would you think I should be?"

Shuyin set the glass down carefully on the bedside drawer, her mind already working to piece together the afternoon. The argument with her father. The wine. Lu Yuze carried her to bed. She should feel embarrassed, she, who prided herself on never showing weakness, but instead, something else stirred in her chest. Something unfamiliar.

"You have work. Important work to handle." Her voice was steady, giving nothing away.

"Nothing is more important than you." He said it so simply, so matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world.

Shuyin’s breath caught for just a fraction of a second before she regained her composure. They had been married for about a week now, a contract marriage that she had proposed, a practical arrangement that had somehow become... complicated.