Chapter 353 - Chapter 353: The Lu Family’s Storm

Chapter 353: The Lu Family’s Storm

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation   Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Luo Ying furrowed her brow and said, “It’s Lu Wen. He lured Lu Zhao to the pier and then shot him.”

Wen Yu gasped and asked, “What about Lu Wen? How is he?”

“He’s probably dead,” Luo Yings gaze remained fixed on Lu Zhao’s wound as she stated firmly.

She understood the gravity of the situation today – only one of them, Lu Wen or Lu Zhao, could survive.

Wen Yu exhaled a relieved breath as tears trickled down her cheeks.

With Lu Wen’s demise, her vendetta could finally find closure.

When Wen Du was saved by Lu Zhao, he was already on the brink of death.

Having had one of his kidneys removed without proper hemostasis, Wen Du had lost too much blood and succumbed shortly thereafter.

Wen Yu’s hatred was boundless. She had always yearned to avenge Wen Du. However, Lu Wen’s whereabouts had remained elusive even to Lu Zhao, let alone herself.

Now that Lu Wen was finally gone, Wen Du’s spirit could rest in peace.

Luo Ying observed Wen Yu’s teary eyes as her own heart ached in sympathy.

She patted Wen Yu’s shoulder reassuringly and said, “Don’t cry. This might just be the first step. With Lu Wen’s death, the Lu Family won’t let this matter rest. We need to recoup and face the challenges ahead. When it’s most crucial, you could be of immense help to us.”

Wen Yu nodded in agreement. Her admiration for Luo Ying grew stronger. Regardless of the circumstances, Luo Ying always displayed remarkable clarity of thought.

Lu Wen was Old Master Lu’s biological grandson, which made him even more precious to Old Master Lu than Lu Zhao.

As evening descended, Lu Zhao awakened.

He struggled to open his eyes and found Luo Ying at his bedside.

Luo Ying snapped awake at his movements.

“You’re awake. Does it still hurt?” she asked as tears welled in her eyes. No one was more concerned about Lu Zhao’s well-being than she was.

Lu Zhao lovingly stroked her hair and teased her. “Silly girl, it’s just a scratch. Do you have to cry me a river?”

“A scratch? It took a chunk off your shoulder!” Luo Ying lamented as her heart ached.

“What can I say? It’s quite severe. Maybe a kiss from my wife will heal me,” Lu Zhao playfully suggested. It was a stark contrast to his usual serious demeanor.

Luo Ying couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. Whil playfully poking his chest with a finger, she said, “Even at a time like this, you’re still in the mood for jokes. Lu Wen… is he really dead?”

Upon mentioning Lu Wen’s name, Lu Zhao’s gaze grew somber.

They were once bitter adversaries. However, seeing Lu Wen sprawled lifeless in a pool of blood had unexpectedly stirred a pang of melancholy within him.

“He… he died a tragic death,” Lu Zhao sighed.

“Hmm?” Luo Ying found it perplexing. Lu Zhao rarely sighed like this.

“He deserved to die. He pushed me to the brink countless times, and his actions cost numerous lives. But… even as he died, he clung to Nancy’s ashes,” Lu Zhao revealed.

Luo Yings sigh of empathy resonated. Many of Lu Wen’s atrocious actions had been committed in the name of Nancy.

“Darling, why is it that people can’t coexist peacefully? Why resort to deception, conflict, and fighting to the death? Is it truly necessary?” Lu Zhao’s eyes reflected momentary bewilderment.

For years, he had exerted himself tirelessly to secure his position in the city and stabilize Luya Group.

Even so, the circumstances and his own ambitions continually forced him into predicaments he wished to avoid, often at the expense of innocent lives.

“Wen Du is gone, Luo Feng is gone, and now Lu Wen is gone. You nearly sacrificed your own life to save me. Darling, for so long, I’ve only known how to move forward, but suddenly, I feel so weary,” Lu Zhao mused as he rested his head on Luo Yings lap.

Luo Ying tenderly caressed his cheek and consoled him, “Humans are born free, yet everywhere they are in chains. Everyone desires a simple life, but circumstances often dictate otherwise. Your determination to endure has never been misguided.”

A tear escaped from Lu Zhao’s eye and landed on Luo Yings leg. In that fleeting moment, she felt a surge of warmth.

After years of relentless competition, this man was finally fatigued. At this moment, he yearned to rest his head on his lover’s lap and drift into slumber.

Yet before sleep could fully claim him, the door was forcefully breached.

Old Master Lu’s butler entered. He was accompanied by a group of individuals whose aggression flooded the room. They converged upon Lu Zhao’s bed..