The Uncle's Last Move
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_3:14 AM. First People’s Hospital, VIP Recovery Ward._
Hospitals hum. Machines count heartbeats. Nurses trade whispers. Silence means something went wrong.
At 3:14 AM, Ward 7 went wrong.
Secretary Zhao’s gut twisted first. No vitals at 3:00. No footsteps. The guard at the hall’s end had his chin to his chest. The camera Zhao installed yesterday stared at white ceiling tiles.
He pressed his earpiece. “Sir. We have a problem.”
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_3:15 AM. Lu Mansion, Lu Tingxiao’s Bedroom._
Su Wan woke to heat. Not the gentle kind. Like her ribs were holding a fire.
Lu Tingxiao wasn’t beside her. He was at the window, phone locked to his ear, spine a blade of steel in the moonlight.
“Say that again,” he said.
No volume. No anger. Just the flat, final tone that ended deals and careers.
Su Wan pushed herself up. “Tingxiao?”
He turned. And for the first time since she signed the contract, she saw the man behind the ledger. The one who’d built an empire before he was old enough to vote.
“Xiao Chen,” he said. “He’s gone.”
The word didn’t echo. It landed.
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_3:22 AM. First People’s Hospital, Parking Garage B3._
Black van. No plates. Engine idling like a held breath.
Su Chen sat in the back, IV taped to his arm, fingers clenched. His voice came out thin but unbroken. “Where’s my sister?”
“Leverage,” the driver said. “You’re leverage.”
“For what?”
The rear door slid open.
Lu Zeyuan stepped in like he’d RSVP’d for a business meeting. Suit pressed. Smile sharper than any scalpel.
“Your brother-in-law has something I want,” he said. “And now I have something he wants.”
He lifted his phone. On screen: Lu Tingxiao at the board meeting, hand around Su Wan’s wrist. _She’s my wife._
“Sentiment,” Lu Zeyuan sighed. “Men like him always collapse once they grow a heart. It’s inefficient.”
He nodded to the driver. “Go. Before—”
The garage went dark.
All lights. All at once.
Then footsteps. One pair. Measured. Unrushed.
Lu Zeyuan’s men raised their guns. “Who’s there?”
“Me.”
Lu Tingxiao walked out of the black. No entourage. No suit. Just black shirt, black pants, and eyes that had stopped counting numbers.
“Uncle,” he said. “You made a mistake.”
Lu Zeyuan laughed, but it didn’t reach his teeth. “I have the boy. You have nothing. Sign over 60% of Lu Corp and he lives. Refuse, and—”
“You touched my family.”
Lu Tingxiao’s voice was almost soft. That was worse.
“Be reasonable,” Lu Zeyuan said. “This is business. You taught me. ‘Everything is an investment.’ So I’m investing. In your downfall.”
Lu Tingxiao tilted his head. “Do you know what my grandfather told me after you put a bullet in my back?” He touched the scar at his side. “‘There are wolves, and there are sheep. You decide which one bleeds.’”
He stepped forward. The armed men hesitated.
“I chose wolf,” Lu Tingxiao said. “You chose a 16-year-old on an IV. That makes you a sheep, Uncle. A stupid one.”
“Kill him,” Lu Zeyuan snapped.
No one moved.
Because the garage was no longer empty.
Secretary Zhao. Ten men in black. No sound. No hesitation. All Lu Tingxiao’s.
“How?” Lu Zeyuan whispered.
“You turned off my cameras,” Lu Tingxiao said. “But you didn’t know about the others. In the hospital. In the city. In your house.”
He opened the van door himself.
Su Chen was pale, but his eyes were bright with defiance.
“Jiejie’s going to kill me for getting kidn*pped,” he muttered.
“Not if I kill you first,” Lu Tingxiao said. Then, quieter: “Are you hurt?”
Su Chen shook his head.
Lu Tingxiao lifted him. IV and all. Like he weighed nothing.
“Secretary Zhao. Hospital. Top floor. Fingerprint and DNA only.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lu Tingxiao turned to Lu Zeyuan. His uncle was on his knees.
“Tingxiao, please, I’m family, your father was my—”
“My father is dead because of you.” Lu Tingxiao crouched. “You told him the brakes were fixed. They weren’t. You wanted Lu Corp. You got him.”
“You can’t prove—”
“I don’t need proof.” Lu Tingxiao stood. “I’m not the police. I’m not the courts. I’m worse.”
He looked at Zhao. “Take him. I want Zeyuan Biotech by sunrise. Buy it, bankrupt it, burn it. I don’t care. Leave him nothing. Not even his name.”
“Sir, that’ll cost—”
“¥1 billion?” Lu Tingxiao didn’t look back. “Spend it. He touched my family. That’s the price.”
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_5:07 AM. Lu Mansion, Grandfather’s Suite._
Su Chen slept. New monitors. New guards. New safety.
Su Wan sat by his bed, hand in his. No tears left.
Lu Tingxiao stood in the doorway, watching them.
“You saved him,” she said.
“I told you,” he said. “No one touches what’s mine.”
“Is that all I am? Yours?”
He walked in. Knelt by the bed. On the other side of Su Chen. Like a father. Like a husband.
“No,” he said. “You’re the reason I remember I’m human, Su Wan. You’re the reason I didn’t kill him in that garage.”
She looked at his knuckles. Split. Not his blood.
“You’re going to get us both killed,” she whispered.
“Maybe.” He covered her hand with his over Su Chen’s blanket. “But we’ll be bad at dying together too.”
Outside, Beijing’s sky turned gray.
Inside, Lu Tingxiao had burned ¥1 billion.
And Lu Zeyuan had learned Rule #9: _You don’t touch the wolf’s family._
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