Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 137; Night out (c)

And accepted it.

Just like that.

No screaming.

No confrontation.

No heartbreak theatrics.

Just calm acceptance.

"Mom..." Yueling finally whispered, her voice unsteady. "Why do I feel like she’s planning something?"

Madam Chen stopped pacing, her jaw tightening. "Because she is. That girl never accepts anything quietly. She must be plotting. You heard how calm she was, too calm."

Yueling swallowed hard. "Should I call Zege?"

"Yes," Madam Chen snapped. "Call him right now. If he speaks to her first, who knows what she’ll convince him of."

Yueling nodded and grabbed her phone, dialing quickly.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring...

Then:

Voicemail.

Her stomach dropped.

"He isn’t picking up..." she murmured, staring at the screen as if it had personally betrayed her.

Madam Chen’s eyes narrowed. "Try again."

She did.

Again.

Again.

Still voicemail.

A cold, prickling fear crawled up Yueling’s spine.

Why wasn’t he answering?

Was he with Shuyin?

Had Shuyin already done something?

Madam Chen lowered herself onto the couch beside her daughter, tension stiffening her posture. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

’This isn’t good," she muttered. "Not at all. We need to be careful. Shuyin may be playing along for now, but she’s unpredictable. She’s always been unpredictable."

Yueling leaned against her mother, trying to breathe through the anxiety. "Mom... what do we do?"

"For now," Madam Chen exhaled slowly, "we wait. But we stay alert. Shuyin has never been this... quiet. It’s the quiet ones you need to fear."

Yueling nodded, but her hands were ice-cold.

Neither of them felt safe.

Not tonight.

"Mother, how had she gotten out of prison?" Yueling wondered as they tried to understand it.

Apart from Grandma Lin, who was dead, Shuyin has never been close to anyone else, and Lu Zeyan was among the people who had schemed against Shuyin to get rid of her.

"I don’t know dear... I don’t know how large her connection is!" They had seen all the video evidence. The maids who had been assigned were earlier caught and taken away.

LI FENG’S POV

Across the city, in his spacious home office, Lin Feng adjusted his glasses and scrolled through financial reports.

The noise from the recent scandal had finally begun to die down, stock stabilizing, public opinion shifting.

The Lu Group wasn’t collapsing after all.

He exhaled in relief.

Good.

Very good.

That meant he didn’t need to involve himself since his son-in-law was the one riddled with the scandals.

He reached for his phone to check on his wife and daughter, but.....

No delivered messages.

No replies.

Both calls are unanswered.

For a moment, he frowned.

But... the crisis was under control.

Lu Zeyan hadn’t been fired.

The media storm had quieted.

And Shuyin...

She wasn’t stirring trouble, for once.

Perhaps it was best not to poke the situation.

He put the phone down.

’They could talk once they come back home...’

He turned back to his documents, settling into the calm of his study. Numbers were simpler than emotions. Profit margins were easier than daughters fighting over the same man.

He convinced himself everything was fine.

MADAM CHEN’S CHOICE — AN UNEASY VIGIL

Back in the apartment, night settled heavily.

Yueling’s nerves hadn’t eased.

Madam Chen saw it.

And for once, she didn’t push her daughter to "be strong."

Instead, she stood up, walked to the guest room, and placed her handbag on the bed.

"Mom... are you staying?" Yueling asked softly.

Madam Chen nodded.

"Of course. I’m not leaving you alone tonight. Not with that girl acting strangely. We’ll wait here, together, until we know more."

Yueling’s shoulders loosened in visible relief.

Madam Chen closed the guest room door behind her and exhaled deeply, leaning against it for a moment.

This peace...

This quiet...

None of it felt real.

Not with Shuyin suddenly agreeing to everything.

Not with his phone ringing unanswered.

Not with her daughter’s rival evolving into someone they no longer understood.

Tonight, Madam Chen decided....

She was not letting her daughter face this new Shuyin alone.

LU ZEYAN’S PARENTS — LATE EVENING AT LU FAMILY ESTATE – MAIN RESIDENCE

The phone on the side table vibrated again, the screen lighting up with different names and numbers for the past three hours but not from Lu Zeyan.

Madam Lu stared at it with undisguised frustration, her perfectly manicured nails tapping an irritated rhythm on the armrest of her chair.

"Why isn’t he picking up the calls?" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tense silence of the study. "It’s been hours! How can he just ignore us at a time like this?"

Lu Cheng, her husband, Lu Zeyan’s Father, and the man who’d built the southern branch of the Lu empire while his elder brother claimed the main conglomerate, paced the length of the room with barely contained fury.

"He’s swarmed from all sides," he said, his voice tight. "Dealing with the board, the shareholders, the media circus. He probably won’t pick up any calls for days at this rate."

He stopped pacing abruptly, turning to face his wife with an expression that mixed anger and bitter satisfaction.

"You see what has happened now? I told him. Multiple times. MULTIPLE TIMES." His voice rose. "Handle that thing between your thighs, I said. Keep your affairs private, I said. Make sure there are no loose ends, I said. But did he listen? No! And now look at this situation!"

Lu Cheng gestured violently at the tablet on the desk, which was currently displaying the trending topics that had dominated social media for the past twelve hours.

"My son, brilliant businessman, strategic mind, capable of running an empire, completely destroyed because he couldn’t keep his pants on!" The irony wasn’t lost on him. "I entrusted him with the South Lu Group. Made him CEO. Gave him everything. And now? Now he might be kicked out within the week!"

"Everything is stabilizing," Madam Lu said, though her tone suggested she was trying to convince herself as much as him.

She scrolled through her phone with practiced efficiency, her eyes scanning the endless stream of comments and posts.