The President Made Me Trend

As expected, once Lu Yucheng finished speaking, Father Lu’s anger intensified. The force with which he struck Lu Yucheng with his cane grew heavier with each blow. Mother Lu’s tearful pleas were futile, and the stubbornness of both father and son meant neither was willing to apologize first.

“Stop it, both of you, stop it, can’t you hear me?” Mother Lu’s heart discomfort grew worse as she watched Father Lu’s heavy blows on Lu Yucheng, feeling powerless to intervene. Clutching her chest in pain, she collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, Father Lu was stunned, while Lu Yucheng ignored his own pain and quickly crouched down to cradle Mother Lu, shaking her gently. “Mom? Mom, wake up!”

But Mother Lu remained unconscious, clutching her heart. Both Father Lu and Lu Yucheng knew well that she suffered from heart disease, which could easily be triggered by emotional distress, especially at her age.

Lu Yucheng immediately called for an ambulance to take Mother Lu to the hospital.

Unaware of the situation, Mo Qinghuan returned to her room and fell asleep due to exhaustion. Upon waking, she found that Lu Yucheng was nowhere to be seen downstairs. Her heart sank; could he have believed the rumors and left the house because he didn’t want to stay?

Thinking back on everything she and Lu Yucheng had been through, and the words he said during his proposal, her heart ached even more. They had promised to trust each other, so why hadn’t Lu Yucheng kept that promise? Or was his love for her not deep enough?

While Mo Qinghuan was lost in thought, her phone rang. It was Huo-Jie calling. Her mood was low, so she answered the call with less enthusiasm. Huo-Jie, seemingly oblivious to this, urgently said:

“Qinghuan, something’s wrong. Our people have discovered someone sneaking into the ward. You need to come back quickly. If it’s found out that you’re not at the hospital and someone is impersonating you, the rumors will only escalate, and it might become impossible to control!”

Someone sneaking into the ward? Mo Qinghuan knew she was the center of attention, but she hadn’t expected anyone to be so bold.

She nodded and replied, “I understand, Huo-Jie. I’m heading to the hospital right now. Have our people check the surroundings for any suspicious individuals.”

“Alright, Qinghuan, hurry up!” Huo-Jie’s voice was filled with urgency. Mo Qinghuan understood why. Her feigned illness had successfully diverted the reporters’ focus, but if the lie was exposed, she would face even more terrifying rumors. Huo-Jie’s constant urging was out of concern for her.

Mo Qinghuan changed her clothes and set off for the hospital, but her mind kept drifting back to Lu Yucheng. Was their trust really so fragile?

Outside the operating room, Lu Yucheng waited anxiously. Father Lu, however, blamed the entire incident of Mother Lu’s heart attack and collapse solely on Lu Yucheng. Sitting on a chair, he accused:

“Yucheng, your mother raised you with all her love and care, and this is how you repay her? You drove her into the hospital over a woman. How could we have raised such an ungrateful son?”

“Father, it was an accident. I never wanted this to happen,” Lu Yucheng replied, unwilling to argue in the hospital. He knew it would only make things worse, especially since Mother Lu was in surgery because of this. He didn’t want her to hear their arguments even in such a critical moment.

But Lu Yucheng’s attempt to de-escalate the situation did nothing to stop Father Lu’s tirade. He continued to blame him relentlessly, saying, “You didn’t want this? If you hadn’t married that woman, I might believe you. But now you’re so infatuated with her, you probably wish your mother and I would just drop dead so you could take over the entire Lu family.”

Lu Yucheng was tired of explaining. Father Lu was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at the slightest provocation. Despite the situation being more complex than just Lu Yucheng’s fault, Father Lu insisted on blaming him entirely, constantly bringing up Mo Qinghuan, claiming she was a jinx and that none of this would have happened if she hadn’t married into the Lu family.

Just as Lu Yucheng was about to lose his temper, the most annoying voice interrupted from behind: “Dad? Yucheng, what are you arguing about?”

Turning around, Lu Yucheng saw Lu Xuan standing at the elevator door, looking anxious yet with a hint of amusement in his eyes. Father Lu, trusting Lu Xuan and being older, didn’t notice, but Lu Yucheng saw through him clearly.

As Lu Xuan approached, Lu Yucheng stepped forward to block him, scoffing, “What are you doing here? That’s my mother. I don’t need your fake concern.”

“Yucheng, how can you say that? Yes, Auntie is your mother, but she also cared for me when I was young and is Dad’s wife. How could I ignore this after hearing the news?” Lu Xuan feigned concern, but he was clearly enjoying the drama unfolding according to his plan.

“Don’t try to sweet-talk me. I’m telling you to get out of the hospital. I can worry about my mother myself; you don’t have the right!” Lu Yucheng refused to believe Lu Xuan’s deceitful words, still coldly trying to drive him away. But Father Lu, sitting on the chair, began to defend Lu Xuan:

“Yucheng, you’re being too rude! I’m still alive, and you’re already trying to chase your brother away? Is that woman all you care about now, and there’s no place for your father anymore?”

Father Lu’s angry questioning gave Lu Xuan an opportunity to smirk at Lu Yucheng, saying, “You hear that, my dear brother? Are you really going to let Dad think you’ve forgotten your family for your wife?”

“Watch yourself!” Lu Yucheng growled in warning.

Lu Xuan then switched back to his concerned demeanor, walking towards Father Lu. As he passed by Lu Yucheng, he provocatively bumped his shoulder, further confirming Lu Yucheng’s suspicion of Lu Xuan’s cunning nature.

Standing before Father Lu, Lu Xuan sighed, seeing his worried expression:

“Since leaving home that day, I’ve been worried about Dad’s health. I called to check, but the maid answered and told me Auntie had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. I immediately put aside my work and came over, worried. Dad, how is Auntie? Is it serious? How did this happen?”

“How did this happen? You should ask your dear brother!” Father Lu glared at Lu Yucheng, clearly favoring Lu Xuan’s mature and composed demeanor over his.