Teddy's Counterattack Guide [Rebirth]

In early April, City B, Xishan Villa.

The temperature has warmed up rapidly in recent weeks, and the spring in this northern city has rarely seen a few more rains, so the cherry blossoms that only bloomed in April in previous years have already bloomed very gorgeously at this time.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, thick cumulonimbus clouds began to gather, hanging down and pressing down on the top of the mountain, and after a while, fine and dense rain fell down.

After the rain, the temperature dropped significantly, and the gloomy sky was set against the snow-white cherry blossoms all over the mountains and plains. From a distance, it looked like a solemn and cold cemetery.

A black Mercedes came from a distance and was stopped by the roadblock of the sentry box at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing someone going up the mountain, the security guard on duty immediately put on a raincoat and hurried out of the guard box. He walked around to the other side of the Mercedes-Benz and stood outside the cab door, bowing respectfully to the driver.At the same time, the driver lowered the window very cooperatively. After seeing the other person's face clearly, the little security guard couldn't help being slightly stunned, and blurted out: "Mr. Du, why is it you?"

The man driving the car was named Du Hui. He was the full-time bodyguard and driver of the hostess of the Lu family mansion. He was the one who could go out to pick him up in person... The security guard's mind was spinning quickly, and he glanced at the back almost subconsciously. On the right sits a young man in a black suit——

The man looked to be in his early twenties, with a thin body and extremely beautiful facial features, no joy or anger could be seen on his pale face, he just stared out of the window in silence.

Du Hui saw the boy's eyes wandering, cleared his throat suggestively, and then said seriously: "The one behind is our third young master, who has been studying in the United States before, and this time he came back to China on purpose for Mr. Lu's business." Yes. I just picked him up from the airport, so hurry up and let him go, he's still waiting at the house."

The security guard frowned, thinking that this is another Lu Sanshao from where?But he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and with a "hey", he hurried back to the duty box and raised the roadblock blocking the Mercedes-Benz.Over there, Du Hui rolled up the car window, lightly stepped on the accelerator to accelerate, and drove the Mercedes-Benz onto the winding mountain road.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a thick layer of water vapor gradually condensed on the inside of the car glass.

Lu Yan's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a few seconds, he stretched out his hand, wiped away part of the breath with his five fingers wearing white silk gloves, and then embraced the bouquet of snow-white flowers in his arms again.

The wrapping paper made a soft "crash" sound with his movements. Du Hui looked at Lu Yan from the rearview mirror and said casually, "Third Young Master, you can't be resurrected after death, so don't be too sad."

Hearing this, Lu Yan slightly pursed his lips and raised the corners of his mouth, his eye feathers trembled slightly, he slowly raised his head, and met the man's eyes in the rearview mirror.

The moment their eyes met, Du Hui was stunned.

——It was a pair of clear black and white peach blossom eyes, the dark pupils were warm and moist like jade, the eye feathers were long and slender, and the lines at the end of the eyes were slightly raised, forming a stunning and charming shape.

But the man's eyes were cold.

"My dad... when did he leave?" Lu Yan said softly.

Du Hui suddenly came back to his senses and said, "The night before yesterday, after the doctor made the announcement, Madam ordered someone to notify you."

"He..." Lu Yan's voice was hoarse, "Was it painful when he left?"

Du Hui froze for a moment, thinking it was Lu Sanshao who was overly sad, and comforted him naturally: "Mr. Lu was sick from overwork when he was young, and his heart has always been not very good. It has been a while since the old illness relapsed this time. Myocardial infarction, the doctor said that the duration of the attack was less than 1 minute, so I don’t think I suffered anything.”

"Myocardial infarction—" Lu Yan repeated thoughtfully, "Did you know that the death time of heart disease is very short, but the process is unimaginable pain for ordinary people, 'no pain' is usually a doctor to comfort the living If so, do you all believe it?"

The young man's understatement, like a dagger wrapped tightly in a soft cloth, pierced Du Hui's heart gently but unexpectedly.

Sensing that the other person looked different, Lu Yan smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I know you want to comfort me, please rest assured, I'm not very sad, because ah—" He stretched out his hand to touch Touching the snow-white petals still stained with water droplets in her arms, her gentle voice seemed to be casually mocking herself, "I was not yet five years old when I left Lu's house, and it has been 16 years now. Without my mother's permission, I even He is not even eligible to buy a ticket back home, and I can’t remember what he looks like until now.”

"...What's so sad about it?"

The black Mercedes climbed slowly along the winding mountain road, and finally stopped in front of the Lu family mansion on the top of the mountain more than half an hour later.

From the layout, it can be seen that the hostess of the house does not like the white silk and black banners of traditional funerals. The whole manor has almost no funeral-related decorations, but two flowers are symbolically placed on both sides of the wrought iron carved gate. Tie plain wreath.

It was late in the evening, the funeral was coming to an end, and the receptionist who was in charge of welcoming the guests had already left, making the Lu family's mansion in the high gate and deep courtyard look a lot more dilapidated.

Du Hui picked up the long-handled black umbrella standing next to the co-pilot's seat and handed it to Lu Yan, explaining: "I didn't expect that the plane would be late, which would delay your participation in your husband's funeral. gone."

Lu Yan nodded in understanding, took the umbrella, opened the door and got out of the car, turned around in the heavy rain and looked at the house that had become a bit blurred in memory.

After 16 years, the unknown third young master of the Lu family returned to China for the first time to attend his father's funeral.

There are four children in this generation of the Lu family. Lu Yan has two elder brothers on top and a younger sister on the bottom. For the wealthy family, it is a secret existence, and it has no blood relationship with the current mistress of the Lu family.

It is precisely because of this sensitive identity that Li Shujun strongly opposed allowing him to return to Lu's house as early as the day when Lu Yan was three years old and met his father Lu Chengrui in the Miami Children's Welfare Institute.

After he finally returned home, the elder brother who was doted on by his mother often took his second younger brother who was not yet sensible to bully Lu Yan.Less than two years later, Lu Chengrui decided to send his youngest son back to the United States to study and live, in order to improve the tense atmosphere in the family, and at the same time he did not want his younger son to be bullied by his brothers again.

Lu Yan held an umbrella in one hand and held a bouquet of flowers in the other. With his head slightly raised, he stared at the place in front of him for a long time, which was obviously deprived of the qualification to enter, but had to be called "home".

At this moment, the door of Lu's villa opened, and several receptionists lined up on both sides of the door, bowing and thanking the guests who walked out.

A receptionist walked quickly through the courtyard and opened the gate of the manor before the guests arrived. Seeing Lu Yan standing in front of the gate alone, he looked like a young man who didn't know him. Waving his hands, he urged: "The funeral is over, the guests are leaving. If you want to express your condolences, you can stand by the side and wait for a while. Don't stand in the way." After speaking, he went to grab Lu Yan's arm.

Lu Yan has lived alone for many years due to family reasons since he was a child, and because of some bad experiences in his childhood, he has a serious obsession with cleanliness. He never likes to be touched by others. Seeing this, he immediately took two steps back sensitively and explained: " Hello, I am--"

The receptionist didn't have time to listen to him at all, and hurried to open another wrought iron gate, and then bowed respectfully towards the first guest who came out.

Lu Yan stood on the opposite side of the corridor, like a passerby who didn't fit in, holding a bouquet of flowers, looking silent and lonely.

There were hundreds of guests who came to the funeral. When those people came down the mountain one after another, the receptionist wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he glanced at Lu Yan, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he ran over with an umbrella and a smile on his face.

Lu Yan subconsciously took a step forward, and before he could speak, the receptionist ran past him, put the umbrella over Du Hui's head, and flattered him, "It's raining so heavily, why did Brother Hui come back?"

Du Hui nodded to him as a greeting, then raised his chin to signal to the young man in front of the courtyard with his back facing them, and said with a smile: "Third Young Master returned home, I went to pick him up, the weather was bad and the plane was late, that's why I came back late .”

Hearing this, the little waiter who watched the order swallowed his saliva, and when he looked at Lu Yan again, his face turned pale.

Du Hui ignored him, and walked quickly to Lu Yan's side. Seeing that the other person's expression was normal, he said, "Third Young Master doesn't come back often. It's understandable that those servants don't recognize him for a while. Don't take it to heart. , Madam is still waiting, go in as soon as possible."

Lu Yan let out a "hmm", turned around and walked into the Lu family mansion without saying a word.

Du Hui followed behind him, and when he reached the door of the villa, he took two steps and opened the door first.

The lobby on the first floor of the main house was arranged as a plain mourning hall, with a black and white portrait of Lu Chengrui hanging on the wall facing the gate, and flowers left by the guests were placed on the table in front of it, but no incense sticks were lit.Looking at the empty mourning hall in front of him, Lu Yan vaguely remembered that his "mother" couldn't smell any smoke.

——So even if the married husband passed away, he was not allowed to enjoy even a little joss sticks there.

Perhaps some substance flowing in the blood was at work. In Lu Yan's mind, the memory of the man was numb, but his heart was inexplicably aching. He walked over and placed the bouquet in front of his father's portrait, and was about to bow and salute.

From the direction of the stairs, the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the floor was heard, and then, the elegant voice of a woman spoke softly, and someone came and said, "Yanyan is back, come to the study after the flowers are presented, mom has something to tell you."