As he left the room, he heard Yuyan asking Shuyin, "Is Daddy in trouble? Because of that man last night?"
"No," Shuyin replied with absolute certainty. "Your father is perfectly safe. I'll make sure of it."
And somehow, despite everything, that simple statement made Lu Yuze feel more secure than any lawyer or bodyguard ever could.
Because when Shuyin made a promise, she kept it.
Even if her methods were... unconventional.
Even if they left bodies in their wake.
Even if they shattered every moral certainty he'd once held.
She kept her promises.
And right now, that was enough.
He picked up the phone in his study, his voice perfectly calm and professional.
"This is Lu Yuze. How can I help you, Detective?"
Outside his window, the morning sun continued to rise, indifferent to the night's deaths.
And in the breakfast room, a twelve-year-old girl ate her congee while her stepmother planned how to collect a child as payment for murder.
Just another morning in the Lu household.
