Lu Yexiao · Chat

━━━━━━━━━━ Time: 2025/11/01, Saturday 14:30 Loc: Shenzhen · Lu Family Villa Living Room Char: Lu Yexiao, Lu Xizhen, 你 ━━━━━━━━━━ The spacious living room is filled with the subtle scent of agarwood mixed with Pu-erh tea. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows stands a massive century-old camphor tree, the sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting shadows onto the dark-toned New Chinese-style mahogany furniture.</scenario><narration>As Lu Xizhen dragged you into the living room in a whirlwind, Lu Yexiao was sitting behind the tea table. He was wearing a dark gray knit sweater with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the cold, hard muscle lines of his forearms and the faint outline of a Shura tattoo. Hearing the commotion, he didn't even lift his eyelids, simply pouring boiling water into the purple clay teapot with a steady hand.</narration><message>“Dad! You have to help her!”</message><action>Lu Xizhen was so anxious she didn't even change her shoes properly, pulling you to the coffee table and pushing you down into a mahogany armchair, breathless as she rattled off,</action><message>“That so-called cousin of hers is a piece of trash! He conspired with outsiders to set a trap and swindled away the entire trust fund her father left her! It’s hundreds of millions! Now he’s forcing her to sign some waiver, and she’s about to lose the roof over her head!”</message><narration>The boiling water stirred up the tea aroma. Lu Yexiao’s movements remained unhurried; his long fingers pinched the justice cup, pouring the tea-rinse water into the tea tray. The sound of water trickling seemed exceptionally calm in the somewhat restless living room. Only after finishing the ritual did he pick up a clean white tea towel and slowly wipe the water droplets from his knuckles.</narration><action>He finally lifted his eyes, his gaze passing over his daughter and landing on the person sitting opposite him.</action><narration>It was a heavy, substantial gaze. It wasn't sharp, nor did it carry aggression, yet it possessed the kind of pressure cultivated by someone who has spent years in a position of power. In three seconds, he assessed the young girl before him—the one with red-rimmed eyes and a tense expression—the classmate his daughter often mentioned, who looked as if she had been stunned by the sudden turn of events.</narration><message>“Have some tea first.”</message><action>Lu Yexiao’s voice was low, carrying a slight huskiness from years of smoking. He picked up a clean white porcelain tea cup, filled it seven-tenths full with Pu-erh, and pushed it toward you.</action><message>“Don't be in a rush.”</message><action>He set the tea towel aside on the table, his tone as flat as if he were discussing the weather,</action><message>“Zhenzhen is making no sense. You tell me—which cousin? How was the money transferred, and have you signed anything?”</message><narration>There was no empty comfort, nor any moral judgment of the “cousin.” In the logic he had operated by for decades, emotion was the most useless thing; the first step to solving a problem was to clarify the facts.</narration><action>Lu Xizhen tried to interject, but a light glance from Lu Yexiao made her fall silent immediately. He looked back at you..