Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 323; Lin family 2

She pulled Shuyin up gently, her face a perfect mask of motherly worry. But Shuyin could feel the tension in those fingers, the way they gripped just a little too tightly. Could see the flash of rage behind the widened eyes when their gazes met.

Deep down, the woman wanted to kill her right there and then.

"Sister..." Lin Yueling appeared in the doorway, drawn by the commotion. She took one look at Shuyin and her pregnant belly seemed to drop an inch as she stumbled forward, one hand flying to her mouth.

"What.... oh god, what *happened*?" Lin Yueling’s voice was high, panicked, her eyes traveling over every wound, every mark. She hadn’t expected Shuyin to show up. She certainly hadn’t expected her to show up like *this*. Looking like something had chewed her up and spat her out.

"Shuyin, you need a doctor.... your hands, your *skin*...." Lin Yueling reached out instinctively, then pulled back, afraid to touch the raw, blistered flesh.

Shuyin stood slowly, steadied by her stepmother’s reluctant hands. She let them see it, all of it. The burns. The cuts. The way her legs wobbled beneath her. The dark, oily residue still clings to the edges of her torn clothes.

Let them wonder.

Let them be afraid.

Then she turned to face them all, and her eyes, wet, glistening, pulling tears from somewhere real, met each of theirs in turn.

Real tears. Pulled from exhaustion and rage and the memory of everything this family had done to the original Shuyin. But also from the pain. The burns throbbed. Her hands ached. Every step she’d taken from the car to this room had cost her something.

She let them see that too.

Then Lu Yuze entered, accompanied by Yuyan, little Chen Xiao clinging to his hand, and the three imposing figures of Ting Fei, Ah Ying, and Ah Ling behind them.

Lin Feng’s face went pale.

He recognized Lu Yuze immediately. Who didn’t? The Lu family devil, cruel, heartless, untouchable. One of the wealthiest men in the country, with connections that could destroy entire corporations with a single phone call.

And from that distinctive silver hair that made him easily recognised!

What was he doing in his home?

"Father," Shuyin’s voice trembled beautifully, "we were home when our mansion suddenly sank in... Caught fire..." She gestured vaguely, as if the details were too traumatic to recount. "A terrible accident. We barely escaped with our lives. They had taken me in earlier, you see. This is Lu Yuze, my benefactor, and his children. I’ve been working as their nanny..."

The sitting room fell into stunned silence.

Chen Madam’s smile had frozen on her face, brittle as glass. Lin Yueling’s mouth hung slightly open. And Lin Feng just stared, clearly trying to process what he was hearing.

But who was going to believe this excuse?

Lu Yuze was *rich*. Not just wealthy.....*obscenely* rich. His family’s fortune made the Lin family’s holdings look like pocket change. He owned half the high-rises in the city. He could buy a new mansion with a phone call. He could stay in the presidential suite of any five-star hotel in the country and they’d close entire floors for his privacy.

The idea that Lu Yuze.....*the* Lu Yuze, needed to impose on the Lin family for shelter was absurd. Laughable. Insulting, even.

Chen Madam recovered first, her smile sharpening. "My dear Shuyin, surely there’s been some misunderstanding. Mr. Lu is... well, he’s Mr. Lu. Certainly he has other arrangements available....."

And then Yuyan moved.

She slipped out from behind Lu Yuze’s side, her small hand releasing Chen Xiao’s, and walked forward, slowly, deliberately, until she stood beside Shuyin. Her face was carefully arranged into something heartbreakingly fragile. Lower lip trembling. Eyes wide and glassy, brimming with tears that hadn’t fallen yet.

She looked up at Lin Feng.

Then, with the quiet grace of a child who had rehearsed this exact moment in her head, she sank to her knees beside Shuyin. Her small hands clasped together in her lap. Her head bowed.

"Grandpa..." Yuyan’s voice was barely a whisper. Thin. Shattered. "We have no home..."

The word landed like a stone in still water.

*Grandpa.*

Not Mr. Lin. Not sir. Not anything distant or formal.

*Grandpa.*

Lin Feng’s face went through three expressions in rapid succession, confusion, disbelief, and something dangerously close to guilt. He looked at Yuyan, this small girl on her knees before him with tears on her cheeks, and then at Shuyin, still kneeling, still trembling, still the picture of a woman who had nothing left.

Chen Madam’s frozen smile cracked.

Lin Yueling’s hand drifted to her belly, her eyes flickering between the two kneeling figures and her father’s stricken face.

And Lu Yuze...

Lu Yuze stood perfectly still.

His expression hadn’t changed. Not exactly. But something behind his eyes had shifted—a kind of stunned recalculation, like a man watching a chess game and suddenly realizing the player he thought he understood had been three moves ahead the entire time.

He’d known Shuyin could act. He’d just watched her perform for the Lin family with the kind of precision that would make seasoned diplomats weep with envy.

But Yuyan.

*Yuyan.*

Who had been terrified by monsters mere hours ago. Who had clung to a maid in the back of a car, shaking and exhausted and scared.

That Yuyan was now kneeling on a marble floor in a stranger’s mansion, delivering a single line with the kind of devastating emotional weight that could make a grown man cry.

*Grandpa... We have no home...*

Lu Yuze hadn’t told her to do this. Hadn’t seen Shuyin instruct her. There had been no whispered conversation, no rehearsal, no signal exchanged between them since they’d walked through the door.

Which meant either Yuyan had done this entirely on her own, read the room, understood the play, and slotted herself into it with perfect instinct.

Or Shuyin had taught her without Lu Yuze ever noticing.

Both options were, frankly, terrifying.