Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 198; Lu family 1

Ready to neutralize whatever threat had just forced its way into their protected space without warning, without permission, without the basic courtesy of knocking.

The children reacted on instinct as well, their responses shaped by very different but equally traumatic pasts.

Chen Xiao made a small sound of fear, a quiet whimper that spoke of too many memories of doors bursting open to admit violence, and pressed himself against Yuyan’s side, his five-year-old body seeking protection from his twelve-year-old guardian. The coloring book fell from his small hands, forgotten, pages fluttering as it hit the floor.

Yuyan’s response was more controlled but no less instinctive.

Her arm wrapped around the smaller boy protectively, drawing him closer, while her other hand reached for her phone, the one loaded with her father’s emergency contact, ready to be pressed if something went truly, dangerously wrong. Her silver-white hair caught the afternoon light as she moved, making her instantly recognizable to anyone who knew the Lu family bloodline.

Only Shuyin remained still.

Not frozen with fear, but deliberately calm, controlled, her jade eyes tracking the intruder with calculated assessment rather than panic, her mermaid instincts gave her a predator’s confidence even when surprised.

Because she recognized him immediately.

It was Lu Cheng.

Chief of Lu South Group.

Lu Zeyan’s father, the man whose son she’d just systematically destroyed.

Lu Yuze’s older brother..

His eyes swept the room in a quick tactical assessment, the bodyguards in defensive positions, the woman behind the desk watching him with those unsettling jade eyes, the small boy cowering near the window, but his gaze locked almost immediately, inevitably, on Yuyan.

On that unmistakable silver-white hair that marked her as family.

On features he recognized from years of painful, uncomfortable hospital visits.

On his niece, who should have been dead or dying but was instead sitting healthy and whole in a stranger’s office, looking more alive than he’d ever seen her.

"Yuyan?"

His voice emerged rough, disbelieving, the single word carrying layers of shock and confusion and desperate hope that this wasn’t some cruel hallucination brought on by stress and corporate disaster.

"Is that you? Is that really you?"

He took a step forward, his hand reaching out unconsciously, instinctively, as if to touch her, to physically verify she was real and solid and not some vision conjured by his overwhelmed mind.

But Ting Fei was faster.

The bodyguard moved to intercept with the smooth efficiency of someone who’d protected vulnerable people for years, his body positioning itself directly in Lu Cheng’s path with the kind of calm, professional threat that said you will not pass without going through me first, and I promise you don’t want to try.

"Mr. Lu," Ting Fei said quietly, his voice respectful but carrying absolute steel underneath the polite surface, "I’m going to need you to stop right there. This is Miss Lin’s private office, and you’ve entered without permission or announcement. Please step back."

Lu Cheng’s attention snapped to Ting Fei as if he’d only just registered the bodyguard’s presence. Confusion flickered across his weathered features, followed quickly by indignation and rising anger at being blocked, being denied access to his own family member.

"That’s my niece," he said sharply, his voice taking on the authoritative edge of someone accustomed to immediate obedience. He gestured toward Yuyan with visible urgency. "That’s my brother’s daughter over there. That’s family. I have every right....."

"You have no rights in this office without Miss Lin’s explicit permission," Ting Fei interrupted smoothly, his tone remaining calm but carrying unmistakable finality. "And you certainly have no right to approach or touch anyone present without their consent. Now, I’ll ask you again, politely: please step back toward the door."

Tank had moved closer during this exchange, her considerable presence adding physical weight to Ting Fei’s words.

Blade and Razor had positioned themselves to flank the potential conflict zone, not overtly threatening but making it crystal clear that if Lu Cheng tried to force his way past Ting Fei, he’d have to go through all four of them.

And they were very obviously willing to make that experience unpleasant, Chief or not, family or not.

The tableau held for a long, tense moment that seemed to stretch like pulled taffy. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Lu Cheng, standing perhaps three feet inside the office, his hand still partially extended toward Yuyan, his expression a complex mixture of desperation, confusion, and growing anger at this unprecedented resistance to his authority.

Ting Fei, positioned directly in his path like an immovable object, relaxed but utterly ready, the epitome of professional security doing its job regardless of who the threat might be or what titles they held.

Tank, Blade, and Razor, forming a loose semicircle that could collapse into active intervention within seconds if needed.

And behind them all, the focus of all this tension: Yuyan, pressed close to Chen Xiao’s side, her twelve-year-old face showing careful neutrality as she watched her uncle with silver eyes that revealed nothing of her thoughts.

Shuyin let the tension stretch for another heartbeat, observing, calculating, deciding how to play this unexpected scene for maximum strategic advantage.

Then she stood with fluid grace, moving from behind her desk to position herself between Ting Fei and Lu Cheng, not pushing her bodyguard aside but stepping into the space in a way that shifted the dynamic from physical confrontation to verbal negotiation.

"It’s alright, Ting Fei," she said quietly, her voice carrying calm authority that somehow filled the room despite its softness. "Chief Lu isn’t a threat. He’s just... surprised. Startled, even. Aren’t you, Chief Lu?"

She moved with deliberate confidence, claiming the space between the two men, her jade eyes meeting Lu Cheng’s directly without flinching or looking away.

"Yes," she continued, her tone pleasant but revealing nothing, "that’s a child. A child in my care. And before you ask questions that frankly aren’t your business to ask, perhaps you should consider whether barging into private offices is the appropriate way to handle whatever concerns you think you might have."