Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 334; Lin family 13

"Help me!" Lin Feng struggled to support Lin Yueling’s weight as she cried out again, her face contorted in pain. Madam Chen rushed to her other side, and together they half-carried, half-dragged her toward the entrance.

Shuyin and Lu Yuze followed at a leisurely pace, watching the frantic scene unfold before them like spectators at a performance. Their expressions were carefully composed, concerned, but not overly so. Helpful, but not intrusive.

"Should we offer the SUV?" Lu Yuze murmured quietly, his voice barely audible. "Ting Fei could drive them."

"No," Shuyin replied, just as softly. Her eyes tracked Lin Yueling’s stumbling form, the way Madam Chen’s face was twisted with genuine panic. "Let them manage on their own. I want to see how they handle this."

And more importantly, she wanted them gone. Out of the house. Away.

They reached the entrance where the Lin family’s sedan waited, parked haphazardly in the circular driveway. Lin Feng was trying to maneuver his daughter into the back seat, his movements clumsy with fear and urgency.

"Careful! Don’t hurt the baby!" Madam Chen shrieked, her voice shrill and panicked.

"I’m trying!" Lin Feng snapped back, fear making him sharp and irritable.

Lin Yueling was sobbing now, her breathing rapid and shallow, punctuated by gasps of pain. One hand clutched her swollen belly protectively. "It hurts so much... the baby... please, the baby has to be okay..."

Lu Zeyan’s baby, Shuyin thought distantly. The child was conceived in betrayal. The one the world thought was hers.

Finally, they managed to get Lin Yueling settled in the back seat, lying across it with her head in Madam Chen’s lap. The older woman stroked her daughter’s hair with trembling hands, murmuring reassurances that sounded hollow even to her own ears.

Lin Feng rushed to the driver’s seat, his hands fumbling with the keys. They clattered against the ignition once, twice, before he managed to slot them in properly.

"Father!" Shuyin called out, her voice carrying that perfect note of shaken concern. "Make sure the baby is attended to. We’re right behind you!"

The lie was delivered so smoothly, so convincingly, that even in their frantic chaos, no one questioned it.

Lin Feng barely glanced back, just nodded once, sharp, distracted, before starting the engine.

The sedan peeled out of the driveway, tires screeching slightly on the pavement, and disappeared down the darkened road toward the main hospital across the city.

Shuyin and Lu Yuze stood at the entrance, watching the taillights fade into the distance.

Silence settled over the mansion like a blanket.

Then Shuyin turned and walked back inside, her steps unhurried, leisurely. The performance was over. The mask could drop.

Lu Yuze followed, closing the heavy front door behind them with a soft, decisive click.

"Aren’t you following them?" he asked, genuine curiosity threading through his tone.

Shuyin paused in the grand foyer, her silhouette framed by the dim chandelier light. She turned to look at him, and her expression was cold. Clinical.

"Why should I follow them?" She smirked, the expression sharp as a blade. "It’s not my problem at all."

Not her baby. Not her sister. Not her family.

Just obstacles to be removed and a desire for revenge.

She began walking again, but this time with purpose. Her steps carried her deeper into the mansion, away from the guest wing, toward the private family quarters.

Lu Yuze’s eyes narrowed slightly as he realized where she was heading.

"The study," he said quietly.

"The study," Shuyin confirmed.

She navigated the darkened hallways using the original Shuyin’s memories, as well as muscle memory from a childhood spent exploring every corner of this house. Left past the sitting room. Right at the portrait gallery. Down the corridor where the wallpaper had faded in uneven strips.

And there it was.

Lin Feng’s private study.

The door was heavy oak, expensive, and imposing. But more importantly, it was locked.

Not with a key.

With a digital keypad.

Shuyin stopped in front of it, studying the small screen and number buttons. She didn’t know the code, the original Shuyin had never been permitted entry into her father’s private sanctum.

But she had other methods.

She activated her jade eyes.

The world shifted, colors bleeding into shades of translucent green and gold. Through the x-ray vision, she could see into the keypad’s internal mechanism, could see the wear patterns on certain buttons, the faint residue of oils where fingers had pressed repeatedly.

Four numbers were more worn than the others: 3, 7, 8, and 9.

A four-digit code.

She began trying combinations. 3-7-8-9. The pad beeped negative.

She tried again. 7-3-9-8. Another beep. Wrong.

"If you input the wrong code a third time," Lu Yuze said from behind her, his voice was low and cautionary, "he’ll get an alarm notification on his phone."

Shuyin’s fingers hovered over the keypad.

Two attempts down. One more chance.

She closed her eyes, reaching deeper into the original Shuyin’s memories. Searching for anything, birthdays, anniversaries, and significant dates in Lin Feng’s life.

And then she found it.

The date he’d founded his company. The one he’d built using the original Shuyin’s mother’s money. The one he’d stolen.

8-9-3-7.

She input the numbers carefully, deliberately.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then...

Click.

The lock disengaged.

Shuyin pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The study was dark, illuminated only by the faint moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains. Most of the hallway lights had been turned off for the night, and the servants had long since retreated to their quarters in the east wing.

The room smelled of old leather and expensive cigars. Lin Feng’s domain. His private kingdom.

Shuyin moved to the large mahogany desk that dominated the center of the room and began opening drawers. Files. Documents. Ledgers. All of it was meticulously organised.

Too organised.

Which meant there were things worth hiding.

Lu Yuze closed the door behind them and moved to the filing cabinets along the wall, his movements efficient and practiced. He’d done this before, corporate espionage dressed up as due diligence.