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No. 19 days after the incident, the other party arrived late.

Song Jue glanced at him indifferently, without much turmoil in his heart, "I heard that you went to Canada to recuperate, so it must be because of Lu Li that you appeared at this time."

Mr. Lu's expression froze slightly, and he sighed, "I'm also very sad that this happened to Ah Xian, but since this has already happened, we can only minimize the damage. For Lu Li, I hope you can Show mercy."

Song Jue asked coldly, "What are you going to do with him?"

Mr. Lu looked at him calmly, "I will send him abroad."

"Going abroad?"

Song Jue's black eyes revealed a hint of sarcasm, and he laughed shortly, "Let him be at ease in another place, I didn't even know there was such a good thing in the world."

Mr. Lu's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't seem to be offended by Song Jue's ridicule at all. He said softly, "I will never let him come back in this life, and besides, I will let him transfer all the shares in Lu's in Lu Li's hand." To Ah Xian's name."

"That's it?" Song Jue couldn't believe it.

The other party's expression gave him an affirmative answer.

So Song Jue's heart gradually cooled down.

He took a deep breath, raised his head and said, "I don't agree with you when you say you want to minimize the damage."

"Uncle Lu is lying here now, do you want to reduce the damage? Whose damage should you reduce? Lu Li?"

"The murderer doesn't have to pay for his life, he just pays for some shares deliberately, and then he can go abroad at ease."

He gritted his teeth and asked angrily, "Whose reasoning is this?"

Mr. Lu was silent for a moment, and then said, "Maybe you don't know Lu Li well, and he was just deluded and confused..."

"Confused for a while?"

Song Jue sneered again and again, "Isn't it considered murder to kill passionately? Why don't you say this to the police? Why bother talking to me here?"

He raised his hand to stop the other party's defense, and said indifferently, "I understand that you love him and don't want him to go to jail, but what about Uncle Lu?"

He pointed to the door of the ward in front of him, "He's lying here..."

"Do you know what the doctor said?" Song Jue's eyes were red, and he squeezed his palms hard, but his voice still couldn't help shaking, "The right hand is broken, three ribs are broken, and the nerves around the spinal cord are damaged."

"Do you know that he has been lying there for nineteen days and may never wake up again?"

Old man Lu's eyes showed deep sorrow.

He wiped the wet corners of his eyes and said harshly, "I know, but—"

"No but!" Song Jue interrupted loudly.

"Everyone knows that he is your most beloved grandson, but why are you absolving the murderer now that he has been subjected to such an indiscriminate disaster?"

Mr. Lu closed his eyes.

He managed to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and said ruthlessly, "It seems that you won't agree."

Song Jue sneered, but did not speak.

Mr. Lu slowly turned his face down, and asked him in a deep voice, "You are the adopted son of the Lu family, are you sure you want to be an enemy of the Lu family?"

The young man raised his lips and smiled nonchalantly, "You seem to have made a mistake."

"From the beginning to the end, I only belong to Uncle Lu and have nothing to do with the Lu family."

He paused for a moment, then mocked lightly, "Besides, the Lu family is no longer your master."

This sentence made old man Lu tremble with anger. It took him a long time to calm down, and his face became calm again.

He nodded, opened his lips and said, "Okay, you can't forgive, but you always have to think about Ah Xian."

His tone was unhurried, as if he had a well-thought-out plan, "If Lu Li is arrested, this scandal will break out and ruin the Lu family that Ah Xian has worked so hard for. How will you explain it when he wakes up?"

"Are you sure Ah Xian wants to see this result?"

Whether it was coercion or lure before, or playing the family card, those words could not shake Song Jue even a bit, but this sentence hit the young man's heart hard.

He clenched his fist little by little, and his eyelashes trembled uneasily a few times.

Time passed silently, and the sky, which was still full of sunset glow just now, was completely dark.

Song Jue hesitated for a long time, and finally whispered, "I can let him go."

Before Old Man Lu could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the young man raised his head, with a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes, "Break Lu Li's ribs and right hand and send him abroad. The Lu family will not give him any financial support."

Mr. Lu choked with anger, pointed at him, "You!"

"Me?" He hooked the corner of his mouth, "I just let him taste the suffering that Uncle Lu has suffered."

"It's fair to treat a person in the same way as a person, isn't it?"

As soon as this sentence fell, Song Jue saw that Mr. Lu was furious as expected.

As if he didn't want to say a word, he took a deep look at Song Jue and walked away.

Seeing the other party's figure disappear behind the elevator door, Song Jue took out his mobile phone and called Secretary Yu, "Follow the original plan and make a big noise."

After saying this, he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and fell backwards in darkness.

The dull pain of his body hitting the wall brought him back a little bit of consciousness.

He closed his eyes and panted for a while before the buzzing in his ears slowly subsided.

Song Jue refused the bodyguard's support, stood up slowly with one hand against the wall, and quickly went through the plan in his mind.

It is true that he can hold onto the Lu family, but Mr. Lu has a wide family network from scratch, and he is not fully sure that he can win against the other party.

Now we can only do mental calculations without intention, and act first is the best.

Song Jue thought about it carefully again, making sure that he couldn't find any mistakes, and then gently pushed open the door of Lu Xian's room.

It was already night, and the ward was very quiet, except for the slight mechanical sound of the equipment operating.

The thin moonlight came in through the window screen and fell on the man's thin side face, his fair complexion was almost transparent.

He closed his eyes, his facial features were profound, and a few strands of hair fell from his forehead, covering his eyes lightly, just to dilute the sharp feeling on his body.

Song Jue gently pushed back the lock of black hair.

He watched the man quietly, like every late night in the past.

It seemed that Lu Xian would open his eyes the next moment, rub his forehead and ask him, "What's wrong?"

But no.

Song Jue stood blankly for a long time, and finally pressed the center of his eyebrows with a wry smile.

He lowered his head, leaned against the bed, and buried his face in the man's palm.

Vision is dark.

Only in such an environment, by the man's side, he seems to be able to let himself show a little fragility and pain, not Mr. Song, who is powerful enough to lead the overall situation in everyone's eyes.

The young man shouted hoarsely, "Uncle Lu..."

He held the man's hand vigorously, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could barely utter a hoarse syllable, "It's been nineteen days, how long are you going to sleep?"

"Obviously you promised me that you will make it public when I come back, but I've been back for so long, why don't you open your eyes and take a look at me?"

There was silence.

In the cold winter night, only the cold wind blows.

The young man smiled. Ever since he learned of Lu Xian's accident, he had too much panic and fear, and finally couldn't suppress it during the long waiting day after day.

He whimpered and said, "Today I found the murderer."

"It's Lu Li."

"But they're all telling me to let him go."

He carefully rubbed against the man's palm, the resentment and grievance in his heart could no longer be restrained, and suddenly broke the shackles of reason.

His eyes were red, and he asked tremblingly, "Why?"

"They are all like this. Even though you have suffered so much, they don't feel sorry for you at all. They are eager to forgive the murderer and get him off the hook."

"Aren't they your closest family?"

"How kind you are to Lu Fuling. When he came to Lu's house when he was a child, you deliberately changed the taste of the meal so that he would not be used to it. You are obviously not used to it...but he came to me today to plead with Lu Li. ..."

"How can they be so cruel?"

……

However, he was destined not to get answers to these questions tonight.

Song Jue turned his head and wiped away the tears on his face a few times.

He stroked the man's wrist and whispered, "It doesn't matter."

"They don't feel bad, I feel bad."

"They don't pursue it, but I pursue it."

The young man leaned down, planted a devout kiss on the man's forehead, and said softly, "Uncle Lu, I will definitely not let him go."

The author says:

I want to talk but I don’t know what to say, let’s see what you say hah