Chapter 263

Besides Mu Nian and Yan Yuejiu, few people noticed Gu Xingluo, several people.

Jiang Ye Ye still held Lu Yuchu's hand, laughing so hard he couldn't close his mouth, "Chu Chu, not bad! At such a young age you've got the Song Family in your grip, more daring than your father back then!"

Lu Yuchu had a faint smile on his lips, tone modest: "English: Jiang Ye Ye overpraises me; it's just good luck, thanks to the trust of the family elders."

His words were not wrong.

Since taking over the Song Clan conglomerate and becoming chairman, he decisively reorganized several internal factions that were not obedient, and then successively negotiated several international collaborations.

In a short time, it let the Song Clan's market value rise by nearly 20%.

As for the entertainment circle that once made him shine brightly, he had already announced his retirement to the outside world, leaving only a pending historical drama and an artistic film.

It drew fans' wails, yet they could only tearfully fill the screen with blessings, hoping he would sail smoothly in the business world.

Mu Ye Ye smiled and agreed from the side: "This child, from a young age steady like Suisui, unlike Xiao Jing, who all day has no proper form, just knows how to play games."

Just then, Song Lujing lifted his head from the game, holding a milk carton as he came over, shouting, "Mu Ye Ye, why are you talking about me again? That's called being suave! It's not being petty!"

His words made the two elders burst into laughter, the atmosphere becoming even more lively.

Cheng Siqing finally lifted her head, her gaze landing on Lu Yuchu, a flicker of complex emotion flashing in her eyes before she quickly lowered her eyelids.

Lu Yuchu seemed to sense her gaze, but only glanced at it lightly, then shifted his gaze and continued talking with the two grandfathers.

A few seconds later, his vision suddenly darkened, a warm palm lightly covering his eyes.

Several elders exchanged a glance, tacitly refraining from speaking to disturb it, instead smiling as they watched the scene, their eyes full of indulgence.

Lu Yuchu's lips curved, he didn't shake off that hand, merely chuckled lowly with a hint of indulgent helplessness, his tone slightly rising: "Youbao."

Mu Youyu withdrew her hand boredly, tilting her head, "Brother, how did you know it was me?"

Before Lu Yuchu could answer, a clear, moist voice interjected: "Besides you, who dares to meddle on Lu Chairman's turf?"

It was Song LuXiao.

Mu Youyu immediately turned around, "LuXiao brother, you were eavesdropping on our conversation!"

Song LuXiao waved his hand, "I wasn't eavesdropping; your voices were just too loud. Baby, it's been so long since we last saw each other, don't you miss me? And Xinbao, what have you been busy with lately?"

Mu Xin: "Busy with things."

Song Lujing immediately stepped forward, pushed aside Song LuXiao, raised his chin and said, "Brother, I've missed you so much! You haven't played games with me in ages; this time when you're back, you have to play three hundred rounds with me!"

Song LuXiao disparagingly glanced at him, reached out and pulled him to the side, "Get out of the way, don't block my view."

"Wuuu…" Song Lujing pretended to cry as he retreated to the side, but sneakily made a face at Song LuXiao.

Yan Yuejiu couldn't help but laugh.

Song Yusui saw this, immediately also stepped forward, speaking in a clingy, sing-song tone: "LuXiao brother, I also miss you~"

He deliberately drew out his tone, the ending slightly rising, making people's skin crawl.

Watching this, the surrounding elders laughed nonstop.

Song LuXiao: "Are you not disgusted?"

Mu Youyu and Jiang Liangjin, who had originally intended to use that term of address for someone, were both stunned.

Mu Xianqi happened to bring Mu Xianyin in, saying, "Come on, let's go up, the banquet has started."

Mu Nian and Yan Yuejiu also came forward.

The former laughed and asked, "Youbao, didn't you say you'd first come find your sister?"

Mu Youyu took Jiang Liangjin's hand, "This isn't being bewitched by Brother Yuchu, is it?"

Jiang Liangjin stood to the side, greeting everyone one by one.

Everyone came out of the lounge together.

Lu Yuchu and his friends exchanged a few more words; upon looking up, he saw only the silhouettes of his sister and Jiang Liangjin, and as he rose to follow, Cheng Siqing called out to him: "Chu Chu."

Upon hearing that address, he visibly stiffened, turned around, his expression unchanged, "Aunt Cheng, what's the matter?"

These past few days he had heard from his father that this person was his mother's best friend back then.

But afterwards they had little contact.

"Where's Suisui?" Cheng Siqing had just seen Song Yusui.

Lu Yuchu glanced around, didn't see Song Yusui's figure, and honestly replied, "I don't know; Aunt Cheng, if you have something, you can tell me, and I'll relay it to him."

His companions were perceptive, each making excuses to leave; soon only the two of them remained in the lounge.

Cheng Siqing looked at him, let out a light sigh, the emotions in her eyes surging, and finally she spoke with a trembling voice: "I don't know, I don't know he harmed Qianqian."

Lu Yuchu's hand hanging at his side clenched quietly, his voice calm: "My father and I told you, you don't know."

The two fell silent, and outside the window a wind had picked up at some point.

Lu Yuchu asked, "When did you find out?"

Last time at the Jiang family's old residence, he could see that Cheng Siqing had something to say, and with him present, she found it hard to speak.

So he voluntarily withdrew, leaving only Song Huai, Song Yusui, and her.

Cheng Siqing paused, then continued.

This happened in mid-May.

Cheng Siqing was looking for a book in the study when she turned up a dust-covered USB drive.

It was something Jiang Huan had accidentally left in the study; she had intended to casually toss it back, but instead she inadvertently plugged it into the computer.

Inside were some encrypted files and several audio clips.

She spent two hours cracking the password.

Then she saw those contents.

She saw how Jiang Huan, without changing expression, incited those who envied Lu Qing.

How she let those people tamper with the car of the Lu Qing sisters, and then used her own influence to interfere.

Listening to the person on the other end of the phone report progress, he used his own connections and influence to suppress any possible leaks, letting those who had tampered have no worries about repercussions.

His hands were spotless, with not a trace of blood on them, yet he was the true architect of this tragedy.

Lu Qing's death was not an accident.

It was Jiang Huan.

It was the man she had loved for so many years.

The man who was gentle and refined, attentive to the smallest details before her, was the one who killed her best friend.

That day, Cheng Siqing sat before her computer, staring at the shocking text and audio on the screen, her stomach churning, and she couldn't help retching.

She should have realized it earlier.

With trembling hands, she found her most trusted subordinate, mobilized all her connections and Art Resources, and thoroughly investigated everything related.

Investigation revealed that Jiang Huan really was on bad terms with Song Huai, envying him for having seized all the acclaim that rightfully belonged to him.

But Song Huai never gave him a proper look, merely regarding him as the eldest son of Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang.

Even during the early days of his entrepreneurship, she had helped him out.

Lu Qing also thought their relationship was merely ordinary.

Only when Cheng Siqing married did she briefly look into his background, learning that he had been married before and had a son.

And she had never paid attention to Jiang Huan.

Outside the window, it seemed to have started raining.

Lu Yuchu listened, the hand hanging at her side clenching tighter.

Mom, she was only twenty-four.

It was the prime of her life, yet because of Jiang Huan's selfishness, it remains forever stuck at that age.

Cheng Siqing raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

She lowered her gaze to look at the message Song Huai had sent ten minutes earlier, which read only a few short words: 【Jiang Huan wants to see you】.

In her eyes lay only a frozen chill.

Old dreams have faded; the lingering ailment should now be healed.

This debt ought to be settled.