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Wen Qi had a harmless smile on her lips, her eyes crinkling.

She looked at Old Master Lu, her tone light and casual, yet her words were sharp and hurtful.

"You all have no idea how busy I am every day, even though you say I'm idle."

Lu Zhenbang's swollen face contorted with muscles: "You...you..."

A muffled thud.

Old Master Lu raised his cane and struck Lu Zhenbang on the head without hesitation.

This blow was powerful and showed no mercy.

Lu Zhenbang was already covered in bruises and his head was heavy. The blow from the cane made his vision go black.

My head was buzzing, and I instinctively covered my head with my hands, staggered backward, and felt dizzy for a long time before I could recover.

"Shut up!"

Old Master Lu scolded him, expressing his disappointment and frustration.

After disciplining his foolish son, Old Master Lu immediately turned to look at Wen Qi.

"Wen Qi, ignore this idiot. I transferred the 50 million to you this morning, did you receive it?"

Wen Qi tapped the phone screen twice with her fingertips, bringing up the bank transfer record page. She then turned the phone towards Old Master Lu and displayed it generously.

"Received." He read the record clearly, word by word: "Payment time: July 28th, Friday, 8:33 AM. 50 million deposited. Old man, is this the one I'm referring to?"

Grandpa Lu squinted and examined it carefully, then nodded: "That's right, it's this pen."

"That's fine then." Wen Qi put her phone away, her smile unchanged, but her eyes revealed shrewdness. "I'll send you a screenshot of the transfer for your records, but there's no note attached to this transfer."

Old man, you're not thinking that you can get back a large, unrecorded transfer later through a lawsuit, are you?

It hits the nail on the head.

Old Master Lu's secret thoughts were exposed on the spot, and his face burned with embarrassment.

Forcing herself to remain calm, she feigned nonchalance and said, "It was just a financial oversight; I forgot to make a note. The money was transferred to your account, so it's your money. How could I possibly ask for it back?"

"Oh? This money was given to me voluntarily by the old man, right?"

"Of course, Qiqi, how can you not trust the Lu family at all?" Old Master Lu asked sincerely.

"I'm a timid person and I'm prone to overthinking, so I'm bound to be afraid. But since the old man said so, I'm relieved."

"..."

Grandpa Lu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I never expected Wen Qi to be so meticulous.

Lu Zhenbang clutched his head, finally recovering his senses, and after a long pause, he grasped the key phrase: "Fifty million? What fifty million?"

Old Master Lu gave him an annoyed sideways glance: "What are you still standing here for? Get out there and get to work!"

"Dad, the soil in the backyard is rock hard, I can't even budge it with a shovel. I'm so tired this morning I can't even straighten my back!" Lu Zhenbang added with a swear word, "That's not work for a human being!"

"Pfft—"

Wen Qi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lu Zhenhua turned and glared at her.

Wen Qi: "Yes, yes, yes, it's definitely not work for humans. The work in the backyard is done by animals."

Old Master Lu's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly.

He raised his cane, intending to hit Lu Zhenbang on the head again.

Having learned his lesson once, Lu Zhenbang reacted extremely quickly, slipping away two meters in an instant.

Wen Qi had other things to do and didn't want to watch the two monkeys: "Alright, I don't have time to watch you two clowns performing in public. Tell me, why aren't you working properly? What are you doing here?"

When the matter was brought up, Old Master Lu put away his irritation and lowered his tone: "Qiqi, look how old I am, my body can't take it anymore."

After a morning of tilling and clearing the land, I was exhausted, my body felt weak, and my hands were covered in blisters.

"If I keep doing this, I'm afraid my body won't be able to take it."

Wen Qi remained silent, staring at him with a half-smile.

Old Master Lu felt uneasy under his gaze, but forced a smile and continued to negotiate: "Could you... give me an easier job?"

He wanted to ask if he could stop working, but due to Wen Qi's intimidating presence, he didn't dare to speak directly and instead asked for a change of shifts in a more subtle way.

"So what kind of work do you think suits you?" Wen Qi asked.

Grandpa Lu's eyes darted around as he quickly searched for easy tasks in his mind.

He hesitated before speaking, then said, "I used to have some flowers and plants in my villa. I'm quite good at gardening. How about I take care of the plants?"

No need to dig soil, no need to be exposed to wind and sun, you can leisurely enjoy and water the flowers, it's both dignified and relaxing.

Wen Qi nodded knowingly and readily agreed: "Okay, from now on, you'll be in charge of taking care of all the flowers and plants in the front yard."

"I just found the Western-style front yard decor too ugly; I don't like it. Butler Fang, contact the construction team immediately to tear down the entire Western-style front yard and renovate it according to the layout of a Chinese courtyard."

"Understood, young mistress," Butler Fang replied, acting swiftly and efficiently.

He immediately went to the side and started contacting the construction team.

Wen Qi looked up at the delighted old man Lu: "The renovation of the courtyard is a complicated project, and construction can only begin the day after tomorrow at the earliest. In the next couple of days, you can make do with turning over the soil and clearing the land."

Grandpa Lu's smile froze: "Qiqi, I really can't do it anymore. Could you make an exception?"

Wen Qi's expression turned cold, and she asked indifferently, "You don't want to work?"

"No, no!" Old Master Lu explained, "I... I just can't take it..."

He stammered, looking embarrassed and frustrated.

Wen Qi sighed lightly, feigning helplessness: "Considering your age and mobility issues, I can make an exception."

But the rules can't be broken; less work means fewer work points, and insufficient work points mean less pay.

Grandpa Lu: "Deducting money is fine, but how much?"

Paying money to avoid labor is a viable option.

"If we're short an afternoon's work, it's five million; if we're short a full day's work points, it's ten million."

"What? Ten million a day?"

Grandpa Lu raised his voice, his heart clenched violently, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

This isn't just deducting money, it's outright robbery!

Wen Qi's attitude was frank: "If you want to be lazy, you pay; if you want to save money, you work. It's all up to you. I won't force you."

Lu Zhenbang finally couldn't hold back any longer: "You're simply obsessed with money. The Lu family is not your place to make decisions."

Wen Qi didn't even bother to look at him, casually raising her hand and waving it lightly.

Two bodyguards entered and roughly pinned Lu Zhenbang down from both sides.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Lu Zhenbang struggled desperately.

The bodyguard remained expressionless, ignoring his nonsense, and dragged the man out.

Soon, the crisp, loud sounds of beatings rang out from outside the door, mixed with Lu Zhenbang's shrill and painful screams.

It has strong penetrating power, is pleasant to the ear, and relieves stress.

Old Master Lu felt a chill run down his spine, his hair stand on end, and he instinctively gripped his cane tighter.

Recognize reality.

For Wen Qi, all that happens is spending money and suffering beatings.

The beating lasted for several minutes, and the screams gradually weakened.

The bodyguard moved swiftly, dragging the aching, disheveled Lu Zhenbang toward the backyard work area, forcing him to continue working.

Old Master Lu remained silent for a long time, weighing the pros and cons repeatedly in his mind.

Turning over soil and clearing wasteland is too tiring for him at his age. Planting flowers and grass is easier, more respectable, and allows him to live a leisurely life.

I might as well spend money to have a leisurely afternoon first, and then force myself to do the work tomorrow.

Once we successfully buy back the shares from Wen Qi, we'll kick this scoundrel out of the house as soon as possible.

Having made up his mind, Old Master Lu no longer hesitated and took out his phone: "I'll transfer the money to you. I'm off this afternoon."

Wen Qi thoughtfully reminded, "Okay, remember to add a note: this is a voluntary gift, and it will never be taken back, to avoid any disputes later."

Old Master Lu was completely under their control and dared not refute them.

Transfer the money honestly and clearly, making sure to include the correct remarks.

A notification popped up on her phone that the money had been credited to her account. Wen Qi tapped the screen lightly, her eyes crinkling with a smile, her mood at its peak.

This way of making money is faster than doing business.

Lu Jisheng, lying on the stretcher, had a complete view of everything.

Watching Wen Qi swindle his family's money, his eyes were filled with resentment.

However, he remained relatively sober.

Now, seriously injured and powerless to resist, I can only endure and lie low, recover from my injuries first, and settle scores slowly in the future.

The second floor of the villa.

Wang Cui and Zhao Wan each held a rag and buried themselves in cleaning.

Wiping tables and chairs, mopping floors, and repeatedly cleaning the whole house—the process is tedious and monotonous.

Compared to tilling and clearing the backyard, cleaning the house is definitely much easier.

There were always young girls watching over him, so he had no chance to slack off.

Every move I make is being monitored; it's unbearable.

The two of them were cleaning the room next to the stairs when they overheard the conversation downstairs.

They both understood at that moment.

Wen Qi now only cares about money and has no regard for human relationships or sentiments.

If you don't want to work, you can only pay money to avoid trouble.

A staggering price of ten million a day.

Although they had saved up a lot of money on their own, no one could withstand such a rapid rate of spending.

Zhao Wan lowered her eyes, seemingly focused on wiping the floor.

Deep down, however, he harbored a dark and twisted secret joy.

For the past two weeks, Lu Zhenbang has resorted to domestic violence against her whenever things didn't go his way.

Lu Chengxuan was also arrogant and domineering, threatening and mistreating her.

When the scandal was exposed, the father and son did not hesitate to shift all the blame onto her.

Zhao Wan prayed that this beating would cripple Lu Zhenbang.

It would be best to cripple Lu Chengxuan as well, so that they can all lie on stretchers and be unable to move.

She can give them food if she wants, or not if she's in a bad mood.

Men like Lu Zhenbang and Lu Chengxuan are only harmless when they are lying in bed with broken arms and legs.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, her smile sinister and eerie.

"What are you grinning about? Slacking off?"

Li Zhile stood behind her, staring at the twisted smile on her face, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Zhao Wan suddenly came to her senses, quickly lowered her head, and frantically wiped the floor.

Li Zhile raised an eyebrow and secretly made a note of it.

This woman is too calculating; there's a wicked glint in her eyes.

They clearly have ill intentions and must be closely monitored; we cannot let our guard down for a moment.

The restroom area.

Wearing rubber gloves, Wenwen squatted on the ground and repeatedly scrubbed the toilet.

Throughout the morning, she cleaned several bathrooms and toilets in succession. The pungent smell of cleaning agents lingered in her nose, making her dizzy and nauseous.

She had no appetite at all at noon and couldn't eat a single bite of food.

This makes one feel increasingly wronged as they scrub in the bathroom.

Even with thick gloves on, she always felt that her hands smelled bad.

No matter how I wash it, it won't get clean.

Even eating is a bit difficult.