"Even if I went to see her and told her about your Lu family, she was the one who did it. Achen, at this stage, you still can't see clearly what she is?" Wen Lan approached.
Taking a step forward, I wanted to pull Lu Zechen back.
"Mom, please stop talking." Ke Ranran noticed the killing intent in Lu Zechen's eyes and reached over to pull her sleeve.
Wen Lan shook off her daughter's hand and continued: "My child, can aunt still hurt you? What is that woman's background? No matter how many times she spends her life, she will not be worthy of you at all. You are just in a temporary mood now, and in a few more years, she will never be worthy of you."
Looking back, I will think these things were all a joke!"
"That's between me and her!" Lu Zechen's eyes were bloodshot and he squinted at Wen Lan, "It's no one's turn to ask."
Wen Lan was shocked. She didn't expect that he would still protect Gu Lian, "If she cared about you at all, she wouldn't..."
"Whether she loves me or not is her business! It's not your turn to ask!"
Lu Zechen suddenly stood up and put his foot on the coffee table in front of Wen Lan.
There was a pile of porcelain on the coffee table, all broken to pieces on the floor, making it a mess in an instant.
With a bang, the coffee table fell down at Wen Lan's feet, making Wen Lan take a big step back in fright.
Looking up, she couldn't help but shudder when she saw the madness and stubbornness in Lu Zechen's eyes.
Seeing something was wrong, Ke Ranran stood up and stopped in front of Wen Lan, "Brother, calm down first. I'll apologize on behalf of my mother. When that sister wakes up, I can also apologize."
"Ran Ran!" Wen Lan was displeased.
"No need, she even hates me, let alone you." Lu Zechen's voice was hoarse, his body staggered, his Adam's apple slipped, "I'm not here to ask for an explanation, but to ask my aunt to give her a message."
"What?" Wen Lan said coldly.
"Please inform Mrs. Lu that the child Gu Lian gave birth to has nothing to do with the Lu family and tell her not to have any evil thoughts. Otherwise, don't blame me for being an unfilial son and break up with her in person!"
Wen Lan's eyes flashed, remembering that Wen Yuan was still thinking about the child on the phone just now, and she couldn't help but be speechless.
Lu Zechen leaned over, picked up a fragment of the cup, slowly raised his hand, and gradually tightened his grip.
Wen Lan looked at the blood spilling from his fingers and was horrified, "Achen!"
Lu Zechen seemed to feel no pain, his eyes were cold and determined, "If anyone dares to mess with it again, no matter who it is, this will be the result!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed the pieces on the ground. In an instant, the porcelain pieces shattered into pieces, and blood dripped from his palms.
Wen Lan was stunned.
Ke Ranran was startled and quickly went to find the medicine box.
Lu Zechen didn't give them a chance to react. Regardless of the injury on his hand, he quickly turned around and disappeared into the night.
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Lu Zechen walked for nearly an hour, while Song Xiang and Yan Han stayed outside the emergency room. There was no movement at all.
At three o'clock in the morning, Li Ying didn't know where she heard the news, so she ran to the hospital wrapped in her nightgown.
By chance, I bumped into Lu Zechen who was returning.
Li Ying was not polite to him either, she was scolding him, and finally saw the injury on his hand. She couldn't help but sympathized with him and pushed Lu Zechen to bandage it, but Lu Zechen didn't react at all.
"No, Dad, please try to persuade him. If he doesn't take care of it, he will become useless."
Song Xiang turned away, not even wanting to look at Lu Zechen, let alone caring about him.
Yan Han cleared his throat, not wanting to speak, and gestured to Li Ying with his eyes.
Li Ying clicked her tongue twice and asked someone to get the medicine box. She sat cross-legged next to Lu Zechen, took his hand and bandaged it, but her skills were limited, so she wrapped it up like a rice dumpling.