Liu Wan was terrified that Su Miaomiao would remember those incidents and screamed out loud.
"Husband, don't..."
Su Zhen collected himself, swallowing back the rest of his words.
"Su Family is now striving to transform, and the Lu Family is the best help."
"Lu Zi'ang is an illegitimate child, and even though he has some achievements, he can't compare to his uncle who controls twenty percent of Lu Family's shares."
"Although Mr. Lu is a bit older and has been married three times, he has no children. Being with him only benefits you, there are no downsides!"
In recent years, investment failures had left the company in financial distress; only the Lu Family uncle was willing to extend an olive branch.
There's no such thing as a free lunch. He had seen the way that Lu Family uncle looked at Su Miaomiao, full of greedy desire.
He certainly had to be smart about it, sending her over!
"You make it sound as though I'm taking advantage of the situation. A bit older? He's only three years older than you. By his age, you should be calling me 'Sister-in-law'."
"Who in the Shanghai circle doesn't know that his three wives were tormented to the edge of losing half their lives? I'd rather let Su Niannian take those good days instead."
Su Zhen's eyes turned completely red with fury: "How can you compare yourself to Niannian?"
Niannian was innocent, and he couldn't bear to let her suffer.
Su Miaomiao was just as annoying as her mother; sending her over was just right.
Given another choice, he would do the same again.
With a mocking curl of her lips, Su Miaomiao didn't stop her hands.
Crack, crack, there were a few more crisp sounds as the azure porcelain shattered to pieces.
"I can't compare, after all, I don't have a mother who was a mistress."
Less than a month after her mother died, Su Zhen was so eager to bring Liu Wan and her daughter home.
It was laughable, considering Su Niannian was only half a year younger than her.
Somehow, he had kept them hidden outside for so many years, yet in front of his wife, he had always put on the facade of a loving husband.
Liu Wan covered her face, sobbing aloud.
"Miaomiao, how can you say such things about me?"
Seeing Liu Wan put on such a pitiful act, Su Zhen's heart ached unbearably, and he hurried forward with a raised hand.
"Don't think you can walk all over this place just because Mr. Lu has got your back. Apologize to your aunt."
Su Miaomiao swung a bat at him, forcing Su Zhen to step back several paces.
"Sorry, but I also hit Lu Yuanqiao."
"What, what?"
Su Zhen stepped back in shock, almost fainting.
The Su Family was in dire straits, and it had been a huge effort to make a connection with Mr. Lu. Now, Su Miaomiao had wrecked it.
"You, you beast! I, I'll kill you!"
Liu Wan hurriedly lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Su Zhen's waist, sobbing loudly.
"Husband, don't be rash..."
She turned her head toward Su Miaomiao, trembling as she spoke.
"Your father is doing this out of desperation; the old master's medical fees are no small sum."
"If we don't get Mr. Lu to invest in the Su Family, once the cash flow breaks, do you want to just watch the old master die?"
"Believe it or not, this is also Zi'ang's intention!"
With a sarcastic curl of her lips, Su Miaomiao smashed the last set of porcelain.
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
Back then, when grandfather decided on her marriage with Lu Zi'ang, it was for his gentle and kind nature.
Even though he was an illegitimate child, he was good to her.
So, she also contributed to his return to the Lu Family; she and Lu Zi'ang had respected each other over the years, even without love.
He wouldn't backstab her at this critical moment, would he?
"Really, if you don't believe me, ask him yourself when Zi'ang comes over tomorrow."
Throwing down her bat, Su Miaomiao turned and went back to her room.
"Fine!"
Although she didn't live here, Liu Wan had always kept a room for her in an effort to create the image of a good stepmother.
With a loud bang from the door closing, Su Zhen's heart quivered.
"Damned thing, how can she compare to Niannian?"
Gently supporting Su Zhen, Liu Wan soothed him with tender, soft voices, patting his chest to help him catch his breath.
"Husband, don't provoke Miaomiao; she's mentally ill. If something happened to you, what would Niannian and I do?"
Her sweet whispers quickly calmed his inner rage, and Su Zhen began to feel a bit afraid, gripping Liu Wan's hand.
"Don't worry, the old master got sick in a hurry and didn't have time to write a will. If he passes away, I won't give her a dime. I'll have her sent to a mental institution then. That way, I can explain things to Mr. Lu..."
Just say his daughter suddenly got sick, and it's got nothing to do with the Su Family!
If worst comes to worst, just send Su Miaomiao to Mr. Lu to take out his frustrations on her.
Dead or alive, it didn't matter to him.
Now that the old master was lying in the hospital, Su Miaomiao had no choice but to obediently listen to him.
That night, Su Miaomiao did not sleep peacefully, experiencing a different kind of nightmare than usual.
This dream was excessively erotic.
In the dream, a man's slender fingers held her ankle as his hot lips pressed against her skin.
From her ankle, all the way up, leaving behind one hot kiss mark after another...