After Lu Qi'an finished talking with his father, within ten minutes, Lu Zhiyuan's assistant drove to the apartment downstairs to pick him up.
On the way to Lu's house, the assistant tried to chat with Lu Qi'an. He first asked him about his daily life, but when he didn't get an answer, he turned to study: "How did you do on the final exam?"
Lu Qi'an stared out the car window and replied coldly: "Not bad." The
assistant laughed twice, and said, "Mr. Lu has always been at ease in your study. But you didn't go abroad to study immediately this year. Is there something wrong?"
Lu Qi'an just hummed, extremely perfunctory, The assistant wasn't sure if he heard what he was saying.
Thinking of Lu Zhiyuan's cold tone when he asked him to pick him up, the assistant felt a headache. He bit the bullet and continued, "However, you can go home and stay at home permanently if you don't go abroad this holiday. Mr. Lu must be very happy."
Lu Qi'an still didn't speak. This time, the assistant was sure he wasn't listening to him.
Just silent all the way, the assistant sent Lu Qi'an into the gate of Lu's house. The assistant is very familiar with this big house, if you really look into it, Lu Qi'an doesn't come back as many times as he does.
Ever since Qi Bing passed away, the large house of the Lu family has become empty. The third floor was cleaned most thoroughly. The room that was originally used as Qi Bing's ward was evacuated overnight, and everything from furniture to floor tiles was replaced with new ones.
The nurse left, the servant who took care of Qi Bing left, and the doctor never came again.
There were hundreds of square meters of houses, and suddenly there were only father and son left.
A few years later, as the father and son had a quarrel in front of Qi Bing's tomb, Lu Qi'an also moved out. The house was even more empty, only Lu Zhiyuan still lived here.
The servants carefully maintain the indoor furniture display, as if there is a happy and harmonious family living here. But Lu Zhiyuan almost only used the large study room on the second floor, and his assistants used the places other than the study room more.
After entering the door, the assistant saw that the housekeeping aunt did not come out to greet them, so she guessed that the aunt should have been driven back by Lu Zhiyuan. He thought for a while, and said to Lu Qi'an: "Mr. Lu is in the study, wait for me to make you a cup of tea, moisten your throat before speaking, don't be too anxious."
Lu Qi'an understood what he meant, and ignored him , but went straight upstairs: "No need." The
assistant looked at his back helplessly. Before the father and son of the Lu family met, he felt the tense atmosphere for no reason. He stayed under Lu Zhiyuan's staff for many years, and almost watched the Lu family father and son step by step to where they are today. Although he regretted it, he knew that he had no position to get involved.
Lu Qi'an went upstairs, stood still in front of the brown wooden door of the study, and knocked three times without hesitation.
The response from the door was quick: "Come in."
Lu Qi'an pushed the door open, trying to keep himself calm and sober. Whether he is willing or not, whether he is ready or not, when he enters this study, he has to be Lu Zhiyuan's son, and has to meet his father's eyes that seem to see through him.
Sitting on the office chair, Lu Zhiyuan looked at his son with scrutiny, as if evaluating a certain product to see if its performance was as good as expected.
"Dad." Lu Qi'an said hello as usual, "Excuse me, how is your health recently?"
Lu Zhiyuan didn't restrain his oppressive gaze, and said, "There's no need to say polite words, I'm fine, It's you, after all, come back and tell me what you've been doing recently."
Lu Qi'an replied calmly: "Of course you know what I've done."
As long as Lu Zhiyuan wanted to check, he could easily find Lu Qi'an Where have you been these days, and who are you with. Certain teachers in the school, and Aunt Miao who came to the apartment every day, they would report to Lu Zhiyuan about his current situation every once in a while, and Lu Qi'an knew this.
He never deliberately concealed it. So when Lu Zhiyuan noticed something, he would definitely ask Li Qinhe for the details. With Lu Zhiyuan's character, he could endure until today to call Lu Qi'an over for questioning, which is already the limit.
Sure enough, Lu Zhiyuan's face darkened, and he asked him sternly: "You turned down the study plan abroad, and you checked the information of several domestic universities with the teacher surnamed Liu in your school, because you plan to stay in China to study ?"
Although no one said it clearly, Lu Qi'an would go abroad to study every holiday, and his family members tacitly agreed that he would go abroad to study in university.
Just a few months ago, Lu Qi'an thought so too. He planned his future early in the morning, and even considered that after finishing his university abroad, he would hone his skills abroad for a few years before coming back to contact the Lu family's career.
He never thought that one day he would overthrow his past self so thoroughly.
"Yes." Lu Qi'an said, "The first-class universities in China are not lagging behind foreign countries. It's the same whether you go abroad or not. If you have the opportunity, you can also study abroad during the holidays."
Lu Zhiyuan frowned and said every word He repeatedly repeated his words: "It's the same whether you go abroad or not?"
He felt ridiculous. No matter how cold the relationship between him and Lu Qi'an is, he will regard Lu Qi'an as his successor, educate him carefully, and pave all the paths for him. However, Lu Qi'an said to him, "It doesn't matter whether you go abroad or not"?
Lu Zhiyuan lowered his voice and said, "Lu Qi'an, the reason why you have grown up to what you are today is because you are my son, and I will give you the best material conditions and the best education. You have to figure it out, because You have the Lu family behind you, so you can take that illegitimate child to live in the apartment I bought for you, let the housekeeping aunt I hired for you take care of him, and let my subordinates help him solve the problem of fighting."
Lu Zhiyuan's There was deep disgust in his eyes, "It's fine for you to make these small troubles, but now you actually give up your studies that you planned early in the morning just to be with an illegitimate child?"
In his mouth, "illegitimate child" is just a symbol, representing something he dismisses. Fu Jia's gender and background are not worthy of his concern, because he has never seen Fu Jia as a person.
If Lu Qi'an simply talked about his relationship with Fu Jia, then there is nothing wrong with it. He will not break them up forcefully, and will even help cover them up so that Lu Wanqing will not notice.
He just thought it was Lu Qi'an who bought a piece of furniture that they didn't like – how else could the furniture change the owner?
Throw it out if you can.
Lu Qi'an always stood upright. No matter how harsh his father's words were, he maintained a superficial calm, but he unconsciously clenched his hands hanging by his side.
He took a deep breath and said, "I know you don't agree with me. But I always remember that when I went to visit my mother's grave with you that year, you said that you treated her so well, met all her material needs, and treated her well. She tried her best to help the Qi family's business, but what was she dissatisfied with? I answered you at the time, you only married her because her family background, appearance, and personality all met your requirements, and she was very suitable to be your wife and a The mother of the child, that's why you married her. In order to let her have a baby early, you didn't let her continue to teach at school, and you also isolated her from the original social circle and forced her into another social circle. Although she I'm very uncomfortable, but I tried my best, but you never pay attention to how painful she is, you just check whether she is doing well enough…"
"Enough!" Lu Zhiyuan interrupted him angrily, "You have to take Tortured me with this rhetoric for a few years? Now I'm talking about your problem, don't use your mother's matter to pressure me every time!"
Lu Qi'an suppressed his emotions and tried his best to slow down his speech: "I never thought I tried to use words to suppress you, but I was just stating the facts. Fu Jia is indeed the illegitimate son of the Lin family, but you don't need to use this word to suppress him in every sentence. I think he is good enough to be worthy of me staying in the country with him. This is My own decision, and I believe in my decision. I tell you about Mom just to prove to you that the choice you made for me is not necessarily better than my own choice, at least with Mom, it is you wrong."
The word "wrong" is easy to say, but it is like slapping Lu Zhiyuan hard on the face. Lu Zhiyuan never troubled the dead, but the living kept pestering him with this matter, how could he bear it?
The veins on his forehead popped up, his hands were shaking with anger, he couldn't help picking up the file bag on the table, and slammed it at Lu Qi'an.
Lu Qi'an didn't hide, but closed his eyes subconsciously. The sharp corner of the file bag scratched his forehead, causing a sharp pain. Then, sheets of printed paper fell out of the document bag and flew on him.
The sound of papers being scattered was mixed with Lu Zhiyuan's heavy breathing.
For so many years, as long as Qi Bing was mentioned, he couldn't maintain his composure, and couldn't help but attack Lu Qi'an.
His eyes were bloodshot with anger, and he looked up at Lu Qi'an, but he couldn't see his appearance clearly until he looked at him for dozens of seconds. As expected, Lu Qi'an's forehead was scratched and blood was oozing out, but he endured it without moving.
There was an oppressive silence in the study.
After a while, the injured Lu Qi'an first apologized: "I'm sorry. I know you disagree, so I don't expect your support. I just hope you don't stop me."
This time, Lu Zhiyuan didn't immediately refute.
I don't know how many similar conversations happened between their father and son. Every time he would be furious, and every time Lu Qi'an would calmly stand in front of him, insisting on his own point of view.
Today, because of Fu Jia's relationship, he couldn't control his emotions even more.
Lu Qi'an will always be his son, he will always respect and admire him, but he will never agree with him, this is the attitude Lu Qi'an showed today.
"Go downstairs to treat your wound, don't come up again for a while, go back and think about it carefully, and think about the consequences of your willfulness." Lu Zhiyuan rubbed the center of his brows and said, "I will stop treating you financially." Support, in the future, no one in the Lu family will listen to your arrangements, nor will they come forward to help you solve any problems."
This result did not exceed Lu Qi'an's expectation, he had already prepared for it.
"I'm sorry to bother you." Lu Qi'an lowered his head and said goodbye sincerely, "I will see you next time when I have time."
Lu Zhiyuan did not speak.
Lu Qi'an didn't intend to stay any longer, so he turned and left. But as soon as he turned his back, he heard Lu Zhiyuan say: "Give your aunt and Fengfeng an explanation as soon as possible. You haven't seen Fengfeng for a long time. With your aunt's temperament, she should have become suspicious a long time ago. She wants to check on you." It's very simple, I just don't want to interfere with your privacy."
Lu Zhiyuan's voice was indifferent, "You are no longer worthy of the love they gave you."