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He let Wen Qian extend her hand, and after checking her pulse, he shook his head.
He looked at Lu Zhengdao and asked, "Is this young man your partner?"
Wen Qian nodded, and the doctor turned to Lu Zhengdao. "I must advise you to take better care of this mother and son. They are both malnourished, and it could lead to serious problems in the future."
Lu Zhengdao nodded in agreement. The doctor prescribed some medicine for Lu Chen, and after receiving the medication, they headed home.
On the way, Wen Qian held Lu Chen tightly, feeling fortunate that finding this doctor was not a coincidence but a deliberate act on her part. She had learned about this doctor’s expertise in traditional medicine in her previous life.
An elderly man in the cow shed was his master and a well-known traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. When little Chen was born weak and on the brink of death, it was that old man who couldn’t bear to see them suffer and extended a helping hand by providing her with a prescription.
Thus, little Lu Chen was saved from the brink of death. She had encountered the doctor seeking out the old man, which led her to discover this connection. Although she had tried to repay the old man later on, he had always refused her offers, knowing she meant well but wanting to keep their relationship discreet.
On their way home, at the police station, Lu Yao and Zhang Yan were on the verge of losing their minds. They were questioned multiple times a day, often unsure of what they had said.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Lu Yao's mind—something related to the money in Zhang Yan's pocket. They had initially made thorough plans for everything. However, now that their plans had gone awry, they found themselves unable to proceed with their scheme.
Panic crossed Lu Yao's face as he shouted in the police station, "What right do you have to keep us here? We haven’t done anything wrong! Our child is missing—what gives you the right?"
The two of them continued to cause a commotion in the police station.
In the afternoon, Lu and Cuihua suddenly returned home, looking as if they had been kicked out of the hospital. The hospital wasn’t like a dirt road in the countryside where one could shout freely; if you were no longer sick, they would send you away.
Cuihua returned home to find Wen Qian and the others sitting inside. With a scowl on her face, she opened her mouth to berate them. "You little wretch! Don’t you have any sense? Can’t you see your father is about to fall over? I must have been cursed for eight lifetimes to have brought such a little wretch into my home!"
Lu glared at her, and only then did Cuihua shut her mouth.
Sitting on the stool, Lu cast a dark gaze at the thatched cottage.
"Lu Zheng, come out."
Lu Zheng stepped outside and looked at them, sitting before them with a cold expression.
"You need to go rescue your brother. I know you can do it."
"What if I don't want to?"
"You ungrateful brat, I'm your father, so you have to listen to me."
Lu suddenly coughed a few times, as if trying to expel his lungs, and after a moment of catching his breath, he looked at Lu Zheng and said, "If you don’t go save your brother, aren’t you afraid it will affect your future promotions? Or are you saying you don’t plan to stay in the army anymore?"
Wen Qian leaned against the door, watching Lu Zheng. He had his back to her, so she couldn’t see his expression clearly, and she felt a bit anxious.
Finally, under everyone’s gaze, Lu Zheng slowly and firmly revealed his answer.
"I don’t care."
Lu's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at him. "You... you...!"
He had reached the position of company commander; future promotions would only become smoother for him. How could he just casually say he didn’t want it all? If it weren’t for knowing that he had been promoted to company commander and hearing from Liuzi in the neighboring village about how much money he made each month, they wouldn’t have risked everything to scheme against Wen Qian.
They were plotting against the money in her hands.
He should pay the price for his mistakes.
Lu looked at Lu Zheng’s expressionless face, that contemptuous demeanor making him seethe with hatred inside.
"You unfilial son! If it weren’t for me, how could you have lived until now? Where would you be without this wealth and status?"
He was just like his father, exactly the same as that bitch of a mother.
Why! After all these years, why hadn’t he died? Why hadn’t he died on the battlefield?
Lu Zheng stared back at him with bloodshot eyes, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Everything I have is earned by my own efforts. We both know what you’ve given me."
Just as Lu Zheng was about to turn and leave, Lu's deep and hoarse voice came from behind him.
"As long as I’m here, as long as I’m alive, don’t think you can rest easy in the army."
"You think you can escape us by running away with them? You’re dreaming."
Cuihua’s sharp voice chimed in as well. "That’s right! I’ll make sure to torment you all! Lu Zheng, don’t think that just because you’re a company commander now that you’re invincible; I can still make your life miserable."
"My son won't survive. You all should die!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There was a commotion at the door. Lu Zheng opened it to find two police officers stepping inside. They glanced around at the oppressive atmosphere in the yard before approaching Lu.
"When we found the traffickers' hideout, they had already left, and their current whereabouts are unclear. We don't have any leads at the moment," one of the officers explained.
As they spoke, Wen Qian smirked in a place where no one could see her. She couldn't be blamed for her ruthlessness; she was merely doing what needed to be done. They should experience the pain from their past lives.
The police continued looking at Lu. "So, we would appreciate it if you could provide any other useful information."
The matter of finding the traffickers was something Lu Yao and Zhang Yan had concocted together without consulting anyone else. Lu and Cuihua only learned about it when Lu Yao received the money. At that moment, Lu patted Lu Yao on the shoulder, his eyes reflecting a mix of pride and concern for his son.
After the police left, Lu looked at Lu Zheng and asked, "What are your conditions?"
"What do you want in exchange for saving Lu Yao?"
Lu Zheng replied, "I want to split the family assets and have our household registration moved out."
Lu's face flushed with anger as he glared at Lu Zheng, gritting his teeth. "You must be dreaming! You think you can just kick the Lu family out?"
Cuihua watched as Lu Zheng turned to leave, panic setting in. Why was he being so foolish? It was just a matter of splitting the family assets; why not agree?
"Old man, just agree! The police station is no place for anyone to stay; Xiao Yao definitely can't handle it. Hurry up and agree!"
In response, Lu slapped Cuihua across the face. "You wretched woman, what do you know? Shut up!"
Just then, as Wen Qian was closing the door, she heard footsteps approaching from outside.
Soon after, a voice called out, "In-laws, I'm here to see my daughter and grandson."
It was the Zhang family; it seemed they had received news. Although Zhang Yan was a daughter, she was favored in her family. She had several brothers and numerous uncles and aunts who doted on her—an entire crowd was bound to follow.
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