Staying at my best friend's house, she was spotted by her gangster uncle

She is too kind and naively thinks that everyone is the same as her.

But it is not easy to be kind when you are born in such a family and in a society where good and bad people mix together.

Some things are not as expected.

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Return to the room.

Mo Rongyue walked into the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror, and saw the slap mark on her face.

The first time I was beaten, I felt so wronged.

The phone rang again. It was Lu Zetian.

She quickly wiped the tears from her face:

"Hello~"

Her voice was a little hoarse, and Lu Zetian was a little surprised for a moment.

"What's wrong with you? You sound weird."

She was fine just now, why did she change after just a while of separation?

"Uh~ It's okay, maybe I caught a cold."

There was a sea breeze, but she was wearing Lu Zetian's coat, so how could she still catch a cold?

"Drink more hot water and go to bed early."

It was just a greeting that couldn't be simpler, and he was satisfied with it.

I had just been wronged, and the thing I couldn't bear to hear the most was this kind of warmth.

Her nose felt sore, her heart felt bitter, and she was choked with sobs and couldn't speak.

Lu Zetian on the other end of the phone seemed to have sensed something and felt that something was wrong with her.

"What's wrong with you? You seem...crying."

Murong Yue didn't mean it, she just couldn't control herself.

It was like a kind of magic that gave her something to rely on.

"No...no."

She sobbed and said, Lu Zetian grabbed her:

"Did your elder brother give you a hard time?"

Murong Wen just tried to send her out, and it is impossible for him to give up like this.

This scumbag sold houses, cars, and now he has learned how to sell people.

He had heard about Murong Wen's character, but he was not very interested in it.

This kind of garbage wasn't worth mentioning, but now it involved her.

Lu Zetian felt uncomfortable in his heart, and the water cup in his hand made a squeaking sound.

He tried his best to control his emotions, but this was the first time he lost control of his emotions.

Murong Yue, the girl who smiles like an angel, is simple and kind.

But why should we face such scum?

"Did he give you a hard time?"

He repeated himself, hoping for a response.

Murong Yue's tears were like pearls falling off a string, unable to be stopped:

"He...hit me."

This kind of grievance should not be told to outsiders, unless she did not regard him as an outsider.

Lu Zetian took the car keys and went out. A sports car sped forward in the dark night.

He beat her, no one else could.

Lu Zetian was sure that at that moment it was not an impulse, but a protection.

Anger and reason are not in conflict.

At this moment, Lu Zetian was like a burning lion, with inner desire and immense heartache.

The little girl on the phone, her aggrieved voice, was the only factor before he lost his mind.

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Lu Zetian quickly arrived at Murong's house, ignoring the security guards' obstruction.

The car stopped and he rushed in without even closing the door.

Murong Wen didn't leave because he couldn't find a solution and it would be the same wherever he went.

He was sitting on the sofa drinking, at a loss as to what to do.

The moment he saw Lu Zetian come in, he thought he was in a trance.

This is the God of Wealth coming~

Lu Zetian ran straight towards him and grabbed Murong Wen by the collar:

"How dare you hit her!"

When he was pulled up, Murong Wen hadn't reacted yet.

"I...No, Mr. Lu, I don't understand."

He wanted to explain, but it was too late, Lu Zetian's fist had already swung at him.

The fist hit Murong Wen's face and it hurt.

It was also the first time he was beaten, and by a junior.

No matter how you look at it, Murong Wen is more than ten years older than him, and it is not logical for him to suffer any loss.

He wanted to fight back, but Lu Zetian went mad like a flood or a beast.

One punch, two punches, until he was completely defenseless.

At this time, other members of the Murong family rushed over after hearing the noise, including old man Murong.

They didn't know what was happening, they just saw Murong Wen being knocked to the ground, unable to move.

"Stop, what's going on?"

Murong Ting was old and could not bear to see such scenes. His wife supported him and walked over tremblingly.

Lu Zetian stopped, not because he wanted to show mercy.

The Lu family still maintained their decency. They straightened their clothes and retracted their previous hostility.

Murong Yue heard the noise downstairs and ran out.

He looked at Lu Zetian in disbelief, then looked at his elder brother on the ground.

He is...

When Lu Zetian saw Mo Rongyue running out in her pajamas with her hair loose, he felt relieved.

Her eyes were red and there were marks on her face, and his heart tightened again.

"what happened?"

Murong Ting questioned loudly, but Murong Wen seemed dead and did not respond at all.

Just as Lu Zetian was about to answer, Mo Rongyue took the lead:

"My eldest brother beat me and tried to sell me out to solve his funding problem."

Even a tiger will not eat its own cubs, so how could the treasure in his hands suffer such injustice?

And this grievance is man-made.

Mo Rongyue showed his side face, with an obvious slap mark on it.

Murong Ting frowned:

"Bastard!"

He knew that this son was useless, but he was his only son.

This family will have to be handed over to him sooner or later, and now it seems like a failure.

Huaxia Group is Lin Qingya’s hard work, and she missed the best time for treatment because of work.

During those years, he also blamed himself for being too indulgent towards Murong Wen.

He is old and can no longer support this family.

Murong Ting felt dizzy and then lost consciousness.

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Murong Ting was hospitalized and in the intensive care unit.

Waiting outside the door were Murong Yue's mother Song Wenru, as well as Murong Yue and Lu Zetian.

Murong Ting was already old and was not feeling well, so his sudden fainting was no joke.

In contrast, Lu Zetian felt a little guilty because of his own irrationality.

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

What's wrong with him?

If there is, it is my fault for trying my best to protect her.

Murong Yue looked at him, without a trace of blame in her eyes:

"This has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself. Dad is mad at big brother, and he deserves the beating."

Really? Why did he feel so heavy in his heart?

"Does your face still hurt?"

Lu Zetian looked at her profile and saw a mark on her fair skin.

Murong Yue shook her head:

"It doesn't hurt anymore~"

Their voices were soft, but their concern for each other was heavy.

He wanted to reach out and touch her face, but was afraid of hurting her.

The feeling was restrained and controlled. When he was about to touch her, Song Wenru suddenly spoke, scaring him so much that he pulled back.

"The doctor is out."

The doctor came out of the intensive care unit:

"Mrs. Murong, the old man's condition is not optimistic."

This sentence is a bolt from the blue.

Song Wenru almost couldn't stand, this was her only spiritual support.

"Doctor, you must save him, at any cost."

There were tears in her eyes, and Murong Yue also cried.

I never thought that one day I would face death and the person who died would be my own father.

She is still young and shouldn't go through this.

Those tears proved everything, and she couldn't accept it.

The doctor shook his head, feeling very embarrassed:

"Please prepare for your funeral. Please accept my condolences."

Another thunderclap, this day seemed as difficult as a lifetime.

Song Wenru burst into tears.

Murong Yue could no longer control herself and turned into his arms.

At that moment, she couldn't care less.

All ideas of letting nature take its course, of men and women not touching each other, of propriety, of righteousness, of integrity and honor will be thrown out of the window.