Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 201; Lu family 4

"The truth," she said with devastating precision, "is that you barged into my office without permission or announcement. You frightened my children with your aggressive behavior and your wild accusations. And you attempted to claim ownership over someone who does not belong to you, has never belonged to you, and has explicitly stated she does not wish to interact with you."

She paused, letting each accusation land separately, building a case that painted him as the aggressor, the threat, the problem.

The truth is that you’ve now spent fifteen minutes harassing a twelve-year-old girl who has clearly, repeatedly told you she doesn’t know you. That’s not the behavior of a concerned family member, Chief Lu. That’s the behavior of someone who should perhaps be escorted out by security before this situation escalates any further."

She turned slightly, the movement economical and purposeful, her voice taking on a formal tone that signaled the conversation was over.

"Ting Fei."

"Yes, Miss Lin." The bodyguard stepped forward immediately, his positioning shifting from defensive to actively escorting.

"Please escort Chief Lu out of my office. If he has further questions or concerns, he may submit them formally. In writing. Through my legal team. We’ll respond within the standard five to seven business days, assuming his inquiry has any legal merit."

The dismissal was absolute, leaving no room for negotiation or continued discussion.

Lu Cheng opened his mouth to protest, to argue, to demand answers that made sense, but Yurou had already turned away, her attention returning to Chen Xiao as if Lu Cheng had ceased to exist entirely.

The small boy was asking her something in a whisper, and she was answering with gentle patience, helping him gather his scattered coloring supplies, completely ignoring the adult drama playing out behind her.

And that, more than anything else, more than the denials, more than Shuyin’s threats, more than the bodyguards’ implicit violence, told Lu Cheng that the battle was already lost.

The girl had dismissed him completely.

Turned away without fear, without hesitation, without even the courtesy of pretending he mattered.

Because to her, he didn’t.

Whether she was truly Lin Yurou, who’d never known him, or Lu Yuyan, who’d chosen to forget him, the result was the same.

He had no place in her life.

No claim on her attention.

No right to demand anything from her.

Ting Fei’s hand appeared at his elbow, not quite touching but close enough to be a clear indicator: time to leave, with dignity if possible, by force if necessary.

Lu Cheng shook off the implied contact, straightening his shoulders, trying to salvage what remained of his dignity as he walked toward the door under his own power.

But at the threshold, he stopped, looking back one final time.

Yurou, or Yuyan, his mind insisted stubbornly, was kneeling beside Chen Xiao, pointing at something in the coloring book, her silver hair falling forward to hide her face.

She didn’t look up.

Didn’t acknowledge his presence.

Didn’t care that he was leaving or that he’d ever been there.

"This isn’t over," Lu Cheng said quietly, knowing even as he spoke that the words sounded hollow, desperate, the last grasp of someone who’d already lost. "I will find out the truth. I will speak with my brother. And we will resolve this situation appropriately."

"You do that," Shuyin replied without looking at him, her attention focused on organizing papers on her desk as if he were already gone, already irrelevant. "I’m sure that conversation will go exactly as you hope it will."

The sarcasm was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Lu Cheng left.

The door closed behind him with a soft click that somehow sounded louder than it should have, final, absolute, like the sealing of a tomb.

THE CORRIDOR - UNRAVELING

Lu Cheng stood in the empty corridor for a long moment, his hand still resting on the closed door, his mind spinning through impossible scenarios and unlikely explanations.

That had been Yuyan.

He knew it with the certainty of blood recognizing blood, of family recognizing family despite time and distance and denial.

But she’d looked at him like a stranger.

Worse, she’d looked at him like a threat.

And the way she’d clung to Shuyin, the way she’d sought protection from the woman who’d just blackmailed his entire board...

What had happened during those months he’d thought his niece was dying in a coma?

What had his brother done?

Or worse, what had the family failed to do that had driven a sick child into the arms of someone like Lin Shuyin?

His phone was already in his hand, his brother’s contact information pulled up, his thumb hovering over the call button.

He needed answers.

He needed them now.

And he would get them, one way or another.

Even if it meant tearing apart every assumption he’d ever had about his family.

Because the girl in that office, whether she admitted it or not, was family.

And family didn’t just disappear and resurface with new names and new mothers without explanation.

He pressed the dial and lifted the phone to his ear, already preparing the questions he’d demand his brother answer.

The phone rang.

And rang.

And rang.

No answer.

Lu Cheng redialed immediately, his jaw clenching with frustration.

Because one way or another, he would understand what had happened to his niece.

Few kilometers away, in the gleaming steel and glass tower that housed Yuyan Conglomerate’s headquarters, Lu Yuze sat in his corner office reviewing quarterly financial reports with the kind of focused intensity that had built his empire from nothing.

The office was deliberately minimalist, all clean lines and expensive materials, black marble and chrome, floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the financial district that he owned a significant portion of. No family photos cluttered his desk. No personal mementos softened the space. Just the tools of business and the symbols of power.

Cold.

Clinical.

Perfect for a man who’d spent decades cultivating a reputation as the most ruthless businessman in the country.