After the divorce, the crazy CEO knocked on his ex-wife's door every night.

Although the word "surveillance" is uttered lightly, it reveals a strong desire for control.

He knew that this action might cross some sensitive boundaries, but he had no intention of backing down because he would not allow anyone or anything to escape his sight.

The attendant hesitated upon hearing this. "She is your mother. Is it really appropriate to send someone to follow her? What if the second madam finds out? It will have a negative impact on you."

Upon receiving the instruction, the attendant's facial muscles involuntarily stiffened.

He looked up at his master, his eyes filled with hesitation and unease.

After all, the second wife is not only a highly respected elder in the family, but also the biological mother of the third young master in front of us!

If this matter were to leak out, it would probably be more than just a family scandal; it could even affect the Third Young Master's reputation and future career prospects.

Therefore, while such a proposal sounds reasonable, it appears extremely absurd from a human ethics perspective, making it an extremely risky move!

"Just do what I'm told to do. I'll take responsibility for any consequences. What are you worried about?"

After he finished speaking, he stubbed out the cigarette with a sharp, gentle motion that carried a hint of ruthlessness, exuding an invisible pressure.

He almost instinctively burst out with impatience.

He pinched the nearly burnt-out cigarette butt between his fingers and pressed it forcefully into the ashtray, the force perfectly balanced.

It wouldn't damage expensive equipment, but you could still clearly feel the oppressive force behind that anger.

"Just do as I say, and don't think about anything else!"

His tone was firm and decisive, leaving no room for discussion.

Those deep eyes shot out a gaze as sharp as arrows, making others dare not have any intention of disobeying them.

The man nodded silently without making a sound.

Faced with his master's uncompromising attitude, the attendant ultimately chose to compromise.

His head drooped, and he nodded rapidly, holding his breath involuntarily.

The entire process was conducted without any unnecessary words being uttered, and even the sound of the soles of the shoes rubbing against the floor was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.

However, deep down, he couldn't help but feel a ripple of doubt: Was this choice really wise?

Lu Shuli pressed on, asking, "What has Gao Jing been busy with lately?"

Despite having just confessed to what he did to his mother, his heart was not at peace.

Another familiar name surfaced in my mind.

Gao Jing.

Every time I think of this person, a sharp pain surges in my chest, as if a sharp needle is piercing my heart, and I can't ignore it.

"What has my so-called 'sister' Miss Gao been doing these past few days?"

Although his words were brief, he asked them with great care, and his tone subtly revealed a hint of suppressed resentment.

The mere mention of Gao Jing made his head buzz and ache terribly.

In the blink of an eye, all those old grudges in my mind came flooding back.

Lu Shuli gritted her teeth, trying to remain calm, but the more she tried to control herself, the more intense the roaring in her head became.

It felt like an old pendulum suddenly losing its balance, with chaotic and noisy sounds echoing in your ears.

Accompanying this discomfort was a feeling of stuffiness in his chest, making him almost unable to sit or stand still.

For someone who was once considered a blood relative, their relationship had already completely collapsed one day.

"Miss Gao has been following the young master around, and lately the young master seems to be in a much better mood, uh..."

The man paused, thought for a moment, and then continued, "The old master's health isn't very good right now, and the eldest young master is also troubled because of Miss Shen's matter. Third young master, perhaps you..."

The maid answered meekly, but suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence, her lips moving as if afraid that she might offend someone if she continued.

His voice was slightly tentative, trying to find the best way to express the remaining meaning, while carefully observing the changes in Lu Shuli's expression.

However, it is obvious that this report contains a great deal of information that could influence the current complex situation.

Lu Shuli didn't respond to him, but just stood there with a sullen face, her thoughts returning to her relationship with Gao Jing.

He had always treated her like a younger sister, but he never expected that she would dare to threaten him like that for Lu Yuchen's sake.

Lu Shuli did not respond to the other party's question immediately.

After a few seconds of stillness, he finally stopped paying attention to the outside world and turned his attention to certain fragments of the past.

The little girl from before was innocent and carefree, often snuggling up to him and playing happily.

He cherished and loved her so much that he never imagined there would be a rift between them one day.

Unexpectedly, the path of growth is always full of surprises. When power and interests enter into the interaction between the two parties, all the simple and beautiful moments crumble.

Gao Jing is no longer the gentle and kind little girl she once was. She has betrayed her family for the sake of pursuing a false love and used despicable means to challenge his bottom line. This is something that cannot be forgiven under any circumstances.

The friendship built up over a decade was torn apart by her own hands.

Thinking of this, he felt as if his heart had been ripped open by a sharp blade, the pain almost unbearable.

The pain not only pierced my heart but also spread throughout my body; every inch of my skin and every nerve seemed to tremble in response to this heavy sense of loss.

"Alright, I understand. You can go now."

Lu Shuli's voice was as cold as frost, as if she had suppressed all her emotions to the deepest part.

He waved his hand casually, as if shooing away some annoying flies.

There was no trace of pity or hesitation in this action, only a sense of weariness and alienation.

He slowly stood up, his fingertips lightly brushing against the dark coat on the back of the chair.

The moment my fingers touched the fabric, a strange emotion seemed to surge within me, but it was quickly suppressed.

He took off his coat and draped it over his arm, then walked toward the door.

With a crisp click, he pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the corridor.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, a cool breeze hit him, which made him a little more awake.

However, before he could gather his thoughts, a familiar figure came into his view. It was Gao Jing, walking slowly from the other end of the corridor, a simple backpack slung over her shoulder, her steps somewhat hurried yet restrained.

Lu Shuli's hand involuntarily stiffened and finally stopped on the cold door frame.

At that moment, Gao Jing also noticed his presence and suddenly looked up in his direction.

Their eyes met, and a tense and complex atmosphere instantly filled the air.

A few seconds later, she suddenly turned around, pushed open a door next to her, and disappeared into the room in a flash.