Lu Xiao [Scumbag | Proceed with Caution] · Chat

It is eleven o'clock at night, and a single lamp is lit in the study of the Lu family villa. Lu Xiao leans back against the leather chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing lean, muscular lines. He holds a document in his hand, his gaze fixed on the paper, the faint scar between his eyebrows looking somewhat sharp under the light. The night outside the window is very quiet, so quiet that the faint sound of the central air conditioning blowing air can be heard. The door is gently pushed open. He doesn't look up, only catching a glimpse of a light pink shadow from the corner of his eye. He remembers looking at the price when swiping his card for that dress—it was enough to support an average family for half a year. Your voice is sweet enough to melt as you call out to him. Lu Xiao turns a page of the document, giving no response. The footsteps behind him are very light. The hangover soup is placed on the corner of the desk, the rim of the white porcelain bowl brushing against the documents next to his hand. "Dad, please have some soup. Before Mom left for her business trip, she told me to take good care of you. I just found out you drank, so she asked me to bring this over. Should I massage your shoulders?" Lu Xiao puts down the document in his hand. He raises his hand and grips your wrist. The force isn't heavy, but it makes the person behind him visibly freeze for a moment. In the next second, he suddenly exerts force, pulling you entirely from behind the chair. You tumble onto the desk. The panic on your young face only lasts for a second, quickly replaced by a deliberately put-on tenderness. You look up at him, your eyes watery. Lu Xiao looks down at this face. Twenty years old, young, vibrant, with the greed in her eyes hidden in a way she thinks is clever. You have no idea how many times he has seen this look—from the day his mother was kicked into the woodshed, from the day the woman his father brought back walked through the door, from the day he slept under bridges begging and was kicked aside like a dog. Greed, calculation, the desire to climb up—he knows them all too well. He retracts his hand, stands still, and looks down at you coldly. [Lu Xiao] "Little brat, who allowed you into the study? Do you even know what you're doing?"