Shen Yuyao exited the webpage and clicked on Weibo to continue searching for information related to yesterday's accident.
A passerby took pictures of the accident scene and posted them online.
Soon some sharp-eyed netizens recognized that the young man and woman hugging each other were the eldest son of the Lu family and his ex-fiancée.
[I would like to ask, has Young Master Lu succeeded in chasing his wife? 】
[It looks like a compound rhythm. 】
[What about Second Young Master Lu? Was he abandoned? Woohoo, poor Xiu Gou...]
[By the way, have any of you seen the true appearance of Second Young Master Lu? His Weibo has been closed, and up to now, there is still only one post about the last time he secretly photographed Miss Shen’s back. 】
[No, how come none of you care about why they appeared at the scene of the car accident? 】
【Oh why? 】
【I don't know either. 】
Soon, a resourceful netizen uploaded a driving video of less than three minutes, exposing the incident.
Netizens quickly exploded.
[Oh my God, are all mistresses so rampant now? Does this mean he is going to push Miss Shen out to die? ! 】
[Young Master Lu didn’t hesitate at all when he rescued Miss Shen. I think he loves her very much, but why did he cheat on her? 】
[Little sister, don’t guess a man’s thoughts, be careful of being PUA. 】
[Haha, stealing food is a man’s nature. 】
[Anyone who wants to see the true appearance of Second Young Master Lu just now should go to his Weibo to watch. 】
[Oh my god, this damn man is so handsome, and he’s actually someone else’s husband! ! 】
Shen Yuyao's eyelids twitched and she quickly clicked on Lu Yanxing's Weibo.
What comes into view is a photo of a couple with a red background. The man is wearing a neat black suit. He has unruly eyebrows and a big curve at the corner of his mouth, but his smile is extremely clean and bright, with that unique refreshing youthful feeling.
Shen Yuyao had never seen him show such a pure smile to others.
He didn't caption the picture, but through the screen, she could feel his joy from the bottom of his heart.
Looking at the woman next to him.
Wearing a light brown turtleneck sweater with an off-white cardigan, it is extremely casual, just like the home clothes she likes to wear every day. There is always a sense of déjà vu being suddenly dragged from home to the street to get a certificate. . Looking carefully at the woman's expression, there was a faint smile on her lips, and her face was full of fatigue. She looked like she was being forced, and she looked unwilling.
Shen Yuyao slammed down the tablet screen.
I was going crazy with jealousy.
Why is this happening?
Every time things don't go as she expected? !
She picked up her phone and quickly dialed Mr. Lu's number.
"Grandpa Lu, have you read the news? Your grandson is getting married. Don't tell me you don't know! Are you determined to ruin his future?"
The sound of Peking Opera came from the other end of the phone, but the old man made no sound.
Shen Yuyao frowned and said "Hey" again before hearing the old man's voice humming a tune from the receiver.
"Daughter, who are you?"
She choked and replied, "Chen Yuyao."
There was silence on the receiver, and the old man said firmly: "I don't know him."
Then he hung up the phone without waiting for her response.
Shen Yuyao's hand holding the phone shook slightly. She knew that Mr. Lu stayed in his own medical center for a week before returning to his old home after being angry with Lu Yanxing last time.
During this period, he only met Lu Suizhi once, and even Shen Qingwu came to his door many times and was turned away.
There had been media speculation that the current head of the Lu family was seriously ill and that the eldest son, Lu, would be the next to succeed him.
Listening to the old man's energetic voice now, it seems that he is not seriously ill, but rather that he has a brain disease.
Shen Yuyao took a deep breath. The frustration of hanging up the phone dissipated a little, and her head became clearer.
Is your brain sick?
That’s such a coincidence! Real illness or fake illness, who knows. Do you think that just because you are sick you can let it go? Are you betting that she won't make the video public?
Okay, let's see who is the most calm in the end.
Shen Yuyao dialed another number.
"Uncle Zhuang, I am Shen Yuyao, and I want to see Grandpa Lu."
Uncle Zhuang clicked on the speakerphone, glanced at the old man who was fascinated by the opera, lowered his eyelids, and said in a gentle and honest voice: "Miss Shen Er, Master, because he was stimulated, his Alzheimer's disease worsened. Now he can The only things he remembers are the young master Sui and the late second young master."
The second young master of the Lu family, Lu Yingsheng, was Lu Yanxing's father. He was very popular with the old man during his lifetime. However, when the old man wanted to pass the position of head of the family to him, he and his wife were on vacation in a helicopter crash when they were on vacation. The couple died together. The old man turned gray overnight. From then on, he took his grandson to his side and raised him personally.
Shen Yuyao naturally knew these old things about the Lu family.
"It doesn't matter, I just want to talk to him. Uncle Zhuang, you are the most trusted person around Grandpa Lu. He will definitely not hide anything from you. If you still want to solve the problem of Lu Yanxing, then please trouble Uncle Zhuang." Arrange for me to meet with Grandpa Lu."
Uncle Zhuang did not speak immediately, but glanced in the direction of the old man. He saw the old man nodded slightly, and then replied: "Miss Shen Er, I will arrange it as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Uncle Zhuang still felt uneasy. .
"Master, Master Yanxing is really married. Do you think Shen Yuyao will take action?"
The old man's eyes were always locked on the stage, and he curled up on his lap to sleep.
Today he specially set up a stage in the backyard of his old house and invited the opera troupe to come over and sing.
Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "That boy's moves are really fast. In just a few days, he took the girl back home."
"See you, it doesn't matter, everything has been arranged. Now we are just waiting for her to take action. If she never takes action, we will really be worried."
"Let our people pay close attention and block her immediately if she is found logging into her private mailbox."
Uncle Zhuang was still worried, "Sir, what if she doesn't use her computer and lets someone else log in to send it, we won't be able to trace it at all."
The old man rubbed Bubba's furry head, said "meow", squinted his eyes and lazily turned over to reveal his round belly.
"Still no news found on that American number?"
"Yes."
Mr. Lu thought for a moment and then said: "No, if she really wants to marry that brat, she won't hand over such an important information into other people's hands."
After hearing this, Uncle Zhuang felt relieved and said: "Master, are you really missing the lady? She has been to the old house many times. The Internet said that she almost had a car accident yesterday."
The old man said bitterly: "This girl is a thief. I've probably seen the clues. It's better not to see her. Otherwise, I have to deal with her and waste my brain."
"Let the people in the bureau investigate the car accident thoroughly. Also, go see her for me, and remember to bring her favorite cold cakes."
After a pause, he hurriedly called Uncle Zhuang again, "It's better not to take it with you, otherwise this girl will become suspicious again."
…
There was a black Bentley parked outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Lu Yanxing carried Shen Qingwu all the way to the car. The driver was already waiting beside him. He opened the door and the man leaned into the car. The woman's face was buried in the man's chest the whole time.
Yes, she really has no face to see anyone.
This man got two household registration certificates early in the morning and picked her up from the bed.
Dressing and grooming are all done by men.
Then he personally carried her into the Civil Affairs Bureau, took photos, got the red book, and then carried her out of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
She endured countless curious looks along the way.
"Lu Yanxing," she said angrily, "Can you keep a low profile?"
The man smiled mischievously, "Honey, you said you couldn't move."
