Chapter 66: You've kept me in this villa for so many years, yet you refuse to touch me

That young, pure, and kind face in his memory had eventually become unrecognizable, twisted with hatred, glaring at him with rage, and had plunged a knife into his chest, looking at him with eyes full of resentment: "Lu Ziqian, why don't you just die!"

The woman's face was stained with intense hatred, roaring with bone-deep bitterness: "Lu Ziqian, I curse you to fall into an endless hell in this life!"

"May you die a horrible death!"

The scarlet cigarette at Lu Ziqian's fingertips burned out; that chilling hatred seemed to seep into his very bones, making his heart run cold.

Gu Tingyan said, you treat her like this, won't you regret it later?

Ji Yanli said: The things your eyes see are not necessarily true.

If the things he saw with his own eyes were not true, what else could be true?

Lu Ziqian recalled the woman's eyes filled with hatred, gazing deeply at him, and a sense of fear arose in his heart for no reason.

"Ziqian."

The woman's hand rested on his shoulder, and a soft voice sounded in his ear. Lu Ziqian came back to his senses and saw Xia Qinglian's pure and beautiful face, a face that was sixty percent similar to that woman's.

Those people outside all said that Lu Keke looked like Xia Qinglian, as if the mother and daughter were carved from the same outline.

Only Lu Ziqian himself knew who Lu Keke really looked like.

Lu Ziqian reached out and took her hand, looking at the cool camisole dress Xia Qinglian was wearing; there was a scar on her chest, and although it had been repaired with technology, it had inevitably left a deep mark on that soft and beautiful body.

It seemed to be constantly reminding Lu Ziqian of what a vicious woman Su Xiangwan had been back then.

Seeing that scar, the heart that had been slightly unsettled by what Ji Yanli said, Lu Ziqian felt, at this moment, settled back into place.

He would never regret his actions in the slightest.

Su Xiangwan deserved that punishment!

Lu Ziqian stood up, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over Xia Qinglian, his voice softer than ever before: "Wear more at night, the weather has turned cold."

"Otherwise you'll catch a cold."

A sweet and gentle smile appeared on Xia Qinglian's face. Wearing Lu Ziqian's suit jacket, she reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, leaning into his embrace in a submissive and obedient manner: "Ziqian, stay tonight."

Lu Ziqian's body paused slightly. He unclasped Xia Qinglian's hands and raised his hand to stroke the top of her hair: "Be good. If you're scared at night, let Keke come to keep you company."

Xia Qinglian knew that this was his polite refusal. Why, even though Su Xiangwan had been in prison for four years, Lu Ziqian still refused to touch her.

Watching his back as he was about to leave, Xia Qinglian felt unwilling. She bit her lip gently, gathered her courage, ran forward, and reached out to hug Lu Ziqian's waist tightly.

Xia Qinglian lowered her posture, her cheek pressed against his back: "Ziqian, stay, won't you?"

"You have kept me in this villa for so many years, yet you refuse to touch me."

Xia Qinglian held his waist, walked in front of him, looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears: "Is it that you still can't let go of Su Xiangwan in your heart?"

The man stood there, his figure slightly stiffened on the spot. He tugged at the corner of his lips: "She is not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as you."

Xia Qinglian: "Ziqian, I love you, don't reject me, okay?"

Seeing that he did not refuse, Xia Qinglian curled her lips into a smile, stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Lu Ziqian's neck, and kissed his lips.

Outside the room, Lu Keke's crying could be heard: "Woooooo... Daddy."

Hearing Lu Keke's crying, Lu Ziqian turned his head, and Xia Qinglian's lips landed on the man's handsome cheek instead.

Lu Ziqian reached out to unclasp Xia Qinglian's hands and strode out: "Keke is calling me, I'll go out and take a look."

Xia Qinglian stood where she was, her hands hanging by her sides clenching into fists, a flash of coldness passing through her eyes.

She took a deep breath and lifted her feet to follow him out.

Lu Ziqian ran out quickly and saw Lu Keke had fallen from the stairs onto the second-floor landing, her knees scraped and bleeding, sitting on the ground crying pitifully.

His expression changed drastically, and he ran over quickly: "Keke!"

Lu Keke's little face was covered in tear stains, her little knees were covered in blood, and she cried out: "Daddy."

Lu Ziqian walked over, scooped her into his arms, and checked her wounds: "What happened?"

He asked coldly: "Where are the nannies!"

Lu Keke curled up in his arms and cried: "The stairs were so slippery, Keke wanted to come find Daddy, and I fell down."

The three nannies heard the little miss's crying and were terrified. They hurried over, and seeing Lu Ziqian holding the child with a terrifyingly cold expression, they all dared not make a sound.

They had always been somewhat afraid of this stern master of the house.

Only Xia Qinglian seemed easy to talk to; her voice was gentle, and she spoke to them politely, without any airs of a mistress.

Lu Ziqian's eyes were gloomy, and he roared: "Am I paying you all to just eat for free?"

The man's eyes were terrifyingly cold, his voice low: "I told you to follow her every step of the way, three of you, and you can't even take care of one child!"

"From tomorrow on, none of you need to come back!"

The three nannies' faces changed slightly, terrified, and they hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu."

Hearing that Daddy wouldn't let the nannies take care of her anymore, Lu Keke cried even harder, reaching out to tug at Lu Ziqian's clothes: "It's not the nannies' fault, Keke didn't let the nannies follow me."

"Daddy, don't drive them away."

Lu Ziqian's face was as dark as water; his decisions never changed.

Lu Keke covered her knees and wailed: "It hurts so much, if you don't save me, I'm going to die."

Lu Ziqian took a deep breath and hurried to carry her out: "Stop talking about dying all the time."

Xia Qinglian, wearing the suit jacket, held the railing and went downstairs: "Ziqian, let me go with you."

Before she finished speaking, Lu Ziqian's figure had already disappeared.

"No need."

Xia Qinglian stood where she was, watching the father and daughter leave. She turned back, looked at the spot of blood on the stairs, raised her eyes, and looked at the place where Lu Keke had fallen, her eyes flickering slightly.

She looked at the trembling nannies, her voice still gentle: "Mop the stairs, mop them clean, and clean up the blood."

Xia Qinglian's voice was cold: "Remember, mop it clean. If Keke falls again, I won't spare you."

It was the first time the nannies had seen the mistress show her authority. Usually, Xia Qinglian was very kind and had no airs when interacting with them as servants.

Perhaps it was out of concern for the little miss; at this moment, the mistress was very doting on this only daughter.

The servant who had caused Lu Keke to fall because the cleaning was not done properly suddenly felt a sense of guilt in their heart.

Although Keke was the only daughter of the Lu Family, she was not at all arrogant, unreasonable, or willful like the young ladies of other families; instead, she treated them like her own kin.