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Wen Qi stood up: "Don't keep that sour face, it's disgusting to look at."

His face can now be described as a disaster.

Lu Jisheng turned his head to one side.

His face was burning hot, and his skin felt so swollen that it was incredibly tight. Even opening his mouth to speak was painful.

Wen Qi instructed the bodyguards beside her, "Go find something with wheels so he can lie down and move around easily."

The bodyguard who wasn't hit was sensible; upon hearing this, he immediately replied, "Yes, I'll take care of it right away."

Lu Jisheng: "I want to go back to my room. Have someone take me back to my room."

Wen Qi looked down at him condescendingly: "Go back to your room? Do you think you came back so you could enjoy yourself?"

"Let me tell you, from today onwards, you'll stay right under my nose. If you dare disobey, just you wait."

Lu Jisheng: "..."

It would be utterly devastating.

Not long after, the two bodyguards brought over a wheeled deck.

They carefully lifted Lu Jisheng up.

Wen Qi returned to the sofa.

The bodyguard pushed Lu Jisheng aside.

In the kitchen, Wang Cui was grinding coffee while secretly wiping away tears.

Lu Jisheng lay on the wheeled deck, looking utterly hopeless as he stared at the ceiling.

Sooner or later he will make Wen Qi regret everything she is doing.

Wang Cui brought in a cup of coffee and placed it on the coffee table in front of Wen Qi: "I've made your coffee. Are you satisfied?"

Wen Qi picked up her coffee, took a sip, and frowned. "Why is this coffee so weak? Did you do it on purpose?"

Wang Cui: "I did as you said, less sugar and more milk..."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Wen Qi slammed the pot down. "Go cook it again."

Wang Cui's face turned bright red as she turned around and went back to the kitchen.

He ground coffee while muttering curses under his breath.

The voice was extremely soft, so that Wen Qi wouldn't hear it at all.

But she dared not let Wen Qi in the living room hear her.

Grinding coffee, the more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and the angrier I got, the more I ground

Butler Fang stood at the living room doorway, witnessing everything clearly.

He had been with the Lu family for decades and had always been a shrewd judge of things.

He looked around—

I understood immediately.

The Lu family is about to undergo a major upheaval.

Wen Qi leaned back on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, looking very relaxed.

I opened the news, and a notification popped up.

A large number of reporters gathered at the Su family's old residence, where the Su family patriarch will hold a press conference that will be broadcast live.

Wen Qi tapped her finger and directly clicked on the live stream link.

The press conference has just begun.

The Su family's living room was temporarily transformed into a press conference venue.

In the footage, Su Guangchong sits in the main seat, his hair gray, his face solemn, and his gaze sweeping over the reporters in the reception room.

Su Xinghe stood behind him.

The other members of the Su family were kept outside the reception room and were not allowed to enter.

Bodyguards were standing guard at the door, and the sounds of crying and shouting could be heard outside the door during the live stream; it was very noisy.

"I've invited everyone here today for only one thing."

Su Guangchong's voice came through the microphone.

His words were clear and resounding, instantly drowning out all the noise in the room.

"Effective immediately, all businesses, shares, and real estate under the Su family name will be donated to a charitable foundation, and all assets will be donated in the name of my ex-wife, Sun Ruo."

The moment the words were spoken, the audience erupted in a frenzy, much like a commotion among reporters.

Reporters raised their cameras one after another, and the shutter clicked incessantly.

"Mr. Su! Why did you suddenly make this decision? Is there some hidden reason?"

"Mr. Su, are you referring to donating all of the Su family's assets? Including the shares held by your children and grandchildren?"

"Mr. Su, who is your ex-wife, Ms. Sun Ruo? We have never heard of you having such an ex-wife."

"Mr. Su, do the other descendants of the Su family agree to your donation of all the Su family's assets? Will they object?"

Reporters kept asking questions, and camera lights kept flashing.

The blinding light shone on Su Guangchong's face, but he remained calm and showed no sign of panic.

Su Guangchong slowly raised his hand and gently pressed it down.

The reception room fell silent instantly. All the reporters stopped asking questions and turned their eyes to him, waiting for his answer.

"All shares, including those in the names of my children and grandchildren, have been included in the donation. I will have my lawyers handle all the relevant procedures, and their consent is not required."

Su Guangchong paused, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes, before answering the reporter's question: "Sixty years ago, the Su family incurred a debt, a debt that could never be repaid."

She is my ex-wife, Sun Ruo, and everyone in the Sun family. I owe them a lifetime, and I have felt guilty for the rest of my life.

Donating all my assets now is not an impulsive act, but an act to atone for the sins of my entire life.

It's also about giving myself an explanation back then, giving Sun Ruo an explanation, and giving an explanation to everyone I've hurt.

Su Xinghe stood behind Su Guangchong, knowing that this was far from enough.

He also knew that once these words were spoken, the Su family would stir up a storm.

The sins originated with his grandfather, but he had no way to defend or explain them.

We can only watch quietly as things unfold.

Outside the reception room, the members of the Su family from different branches were in an uproar upon hearing Su Guangchong's speech.

They squeezed their way into the reception room.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Has my dad gone mad? How could you donate all of the Su family's assets? Those are our Su family's things."

The other families joined in, crying and shouting, and barged into the living room.

The reporters in the reception room turned their cameras toward the doorway.

The Su family members were firmly blocked by the bodyguards, and no matter how much they struggled and tore at them, they could not get forward.

He paced anxiously at the door, hurling insults at the bodyguards and reporters, displaying a truly ridiculous and disgraceful behavior.

Wen Qi ended the live stream.

This kind of scum family has committed countless evils; their entire lineage is rotten, and their descendants are no better.

The entrance to the Lu family's old residence.

The car door opened, and Lu Zhenhua and his grandfather stepped out one after the other.

The expressions on their faces were not good.

In the past two days, the company's stock price has bounced off the Lu family due to the Wenqi Video incident.

With the stock market crashing, Lu Zhenhua was completely unable to stabilize the situation.

Old Master Lu personally intervened, making numerous phone calls and swallowing his pride to beg for help, barely managing to suppress the stock price and save some face for the Lu family.

Old Master Lu got out of the car, snorted coldly, and walked heavily toward the gate, leaning on his cane.

Lu Zhenhua followed behind, his expression no better.

As he walked, he rubbed his temples, feeling incredibly irritated.

Butler Fang was already waiting at the door. When he saw the two of them return, he quickly went up to them.

He nodded respectfully to Old Master Lu, then quickly walked to Lu Zhenhua's side.

His face was full of worry, he hesitated to speak, opened his mouth but didn't know how to start.

Lu Zhenhua frowned, noticing Fang's unusual expression, and asked impatiently, "What's wrong? Why do you look so strange?"