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"..."

After hearing this, Wang Cui really didn't know how to ask any more questions.

I'm also a little scared.

Her son doesn't have children yet, but what if—she meant what if they can't get a divorce?

Can Wen Qi, with her volatile temper, really give birth to a son for the Lu family?

If Wen Qi doesn't give birth, their family can't be without an heir, can they?

Wen Qi sighed, "They say a bloodline is rotten to the core. I've accepted my fate, so you should too. Don't worry about how many children we bring back in the future."

"Once they're in the Lu family, it's better for us to close the door and live a good life together as a large family."

"..."

"..."

Wang Cui felt even more upset.

Lu Jisheng's breathing became steady, but he was a little short of breath.

After finishing her lecture, Wen Qi lowered her head again and started scrolling through her phone.

Wang Cui wanted to slap herself twice; she had asked unnecessary questions and was only making herself suffer.

The car sped along and came to a smooth stop in front of the Pine Forest Manor.

After getting out of the car, Grandpa Lu looked at the magnificent and tidy manor in front of him and felt a great sense of relief.

No more worrying about getting up early every day to farm.

Lu Zhenhua, however, remained frowning, still pondering the auction.

Wen Qi got off the bus.

Bodyguards came out from inside the villa to greet them.

He skillfully lifted Lu Jisheng out of the car and followed Wen Qi into the villa.

Old Master Lu walked into the villa, having spent the whole day fussing around, and was completely exhausted.

All I want to do now is get some rest.

Upon entering the villa, Old Master Lu's expression darkened.

In the living room, a group of young girls were standing, holding their phones and talking animatedly, creating quite a lively atmosphere...

Grandpa Lu already harbored resentment towards the group of young girls who were helping Wen Qi with her antics.

Seeing them here now is extremely irritating.

What are you doing here?

Hearing the voice, the little girls all turned their heads and saw Grandpa Lu. They all smiled and bowed respectfully in unison.

"Hello, sir. You've worked hard."

"..."

Old Master Lu was already angry, and now he was even angrier.

Zhao Qinqin stepped forward with a smile: "Grandpa, we are Miss Wen's employees, so naturally we work wherever the boss is."

Old Master Lu was angry, but he couldn't vent it.

Looking at this group of energetic and clever young girls, he grew increasingly disliked them.

They're all either good at building or fighting, and they're quite talkative; none of them are easy to deal with.

The old man snorted heavily, then turned and walked upstairs, wanting to avoid seeing it and getting annoyed.

Li Zhile quickly followed, obedient and considerate: "Grandpa, we've already prepared your room in advance. I'll take you there and see if there's anything we can do. Just let me know."

Old Master Lu remained silent, his face grim.

Go around the second-floor stairwell and head towards the third floor.

Li Zhile quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Sir, your room is on the second floor."

Grandpa Lu frowned: "Why are you on the second floor? I want to stay on the third floor."

The third floor is a large single-level apartment with a kitchen, a study, and a huge balcony for planting.

You basically don't need to come down from up there, and it's quiet.

Li Zhile smiled and said, "Butler Fang instructed that, sir, you're getting old, and your legs aren't as strong as they used to be. Going up and down the stairs every day, especially to the third floor, is too strenuous. It wouldn't be good if you bumped into something or got tired."

Therefore, we specially arranged your room on the second floor, which will make it more convenient for you to go up and down every day.

Old Master Lu's face darkened: "Since when has a mere butler been in charge of the Lu family? Move to the third floor."

Li Zhile was a little embarrassed: "The third floor is now my boss's residence."