B5SB -Chapter 189 Brother Lu Is Set Up

Beijing City, When Brother Lu was escorted to the compound by Father Lu’s guards, his tension grew heavier and heavier.

It felt as if a huge stone was pressing down on his chest, leaving him at a loss.

He knew that going back would inevitably result in a beating.

Father Lu, sitting on the sofa, looked up as he heard footsteps and saw only Brother Lu approaching.

He narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “Where’s your mother?”

Brother Lu’s breath caught, and the hand at his side instinctively clenched.

“Huh? Speechless?”

Brother Lu’s throat moved as he tried to speak softly: “Mom went to Kun…”

“Smack!”

Before he could finish, Father Lu raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

In a stern voice, he ordered, “Kneel!”

Brother Lu’s cheek instantly turned red and swollen, and hearing his father’s furious command, he collapsed straight down beside the living room coffee table with a “thud.”

“Smack!”

The rattan cane struck heavily across Brother Lu’s back, sending a sharp pain through him.

He gritted his teeth, eyes fixed on the document folder on the table, trying to distract himself from the pain.

Father Lu showed no mercy. The cane swung relentlessly, each strike leaving a purple-blue mark on Brother Lu’s body.

Shaking all over, groaning in pain, his voice hoarse and choked, Brother Lu whispered, “Dad, I was wrong.”

Standing in the center of the living room, Father Lu exuded a chilling aura. “Useless and only causing trouble.”

He threw the cane aside and sat on the sofa, pointing at the folder on the coffee table. “Open it and see for yourself.”

Brother Lu started to stand, but…

“Kneel! Who told you to stand?”

Hearing the scolding, he reflexively dropped to his knees with a “thud.”

Reaching for the folder, the movement tore at the wounds on his back, making him gasp in pain.

He opened the documents, flipping through the investigation materials and confessions.

Brother Lu’s face gradually paled. His eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

He suddenly looked up at Father Lu on the sofa. “This can’t be true.”

Father Lu didn’t even raise an eyelid, feeling that even a glance at this eldest son might make him question whether he was truly his child.

He was simply as dumb as a pig.

“Dad, why would you slander Fang Yi?” Brother Lu shouted, as if yelling were the only way to convince himself he was right.

“Silence!”

Father Lu’s deep, commanding voice made Brother Lu shrink back, afraid to speak.

“These are their confessions, and that woman’s too. Your bed partner colluded with outsiders to set you up.”

Head bowed, clutching the folder tightly, Brother Lu shook his head. “How is this possible? We’re husband and wife.”

How could he believe that the torment of the past month—living in constant anxiety, dealing with Fang Yi’s guilt and his own panic—was actually a trap set by Fang Yi, Brother Fang, and that woman to exploit the Lu family for endless profit?

This morning, after receiving a call from the youngest son, Father Lu instructed the guards to immediately investigate why Brother Lu needed so much money.

He hadn’t realized until the investigation that he would be stunned.

Fang Yi, seeing how much Mother Lu had lent to her natal family, grew greedy and, together with Brother Fang, devised this scheme—just to siphon more resources from the Lu family.

Watching Brother Lu collapse on the floor, eyes dull and lifeless, Father Lu sneered, “Has a pig eaten your brain? You actually thought money would solve everything?”

“Why would she do this to me?” Brother Lu’s voice was full of confusion and anger.

Father Lu looked at him coldly, finding the question laughable.

At such a sensitive time, even a tiny bit of interest could make father and son turn against each other, children betray parents—let alone a daughter-in-law scheming to take over the entire family fortune.

“I’ll give you two choices.”

Brother Lu looked at Father Lu, waiting for the next words.

“The first choice: you get a divorce, and I’ll help you handle this. You split from your mother, and you take her and Miaomiao to support the Northwest from scratch.”

Brother Lu straightened his back, ignoring the pain in his back, and shouted, “I won’t go!”

The Northwest was harsh—water and food were scarce. Even if there was money, there was nowhere to spend it. Starting over meant low wages, barely enough to support himself, let alone Miaomiao and Mother Lu.

Father Lu glanced at his eldest son and snorted coldly. “The second choice: you don’t divorce, and you handle this matter yourself.”

He then snatched the documents and confessions from his son’s hands, carefully organizing them back into the folder.

“I divorce your mother, let her live with you. After all, she’s been partial for so many years; she won’t favor an unfilial son, right?”

By pinning a label of unfilialness on him, Father Lu left Brother Lu no room to refuse.

“Dad, you’re forcing me.”

Father Lu glanced at his watch—he had military duties to attend to and no time to waste on Brother Lu.

He stood, frowning, looking at his eldest son, who was far from kneeling properly: “I’m giving you only one night to think about it.”

With that, he walked past him and headed upstairs.

“By the way, do you know why Brother Fang took the photos? To keep evidence, so he can threaten you whenever he’s short on money.”

Brother Lu watched Father Lu disappear around the corner upstairs, tears and laughter mingling, whispering, “You’re all forcing me.”

He staggered to his feet and walked toward the door. Father Lu said he was giving two choices, but from start to finish, there was really only one path: leave Jing City and go to the remote Northwest, with no guarantee of ever returning.

A flash of crimson passed through Lu Huailin’s eyes. Why divorce? He wanted to torment Fang Yi for life.

…

Hearing the knock, Fang Yi knew Brother Lu had returned and happily ran to open the door.

“Dad let us move back in?”

Brother Lu lowered his gaze and replied coldly, “What do you think?”

Fang Yi didn’t notice his voice was off and happily ran back to the bedroom to start packing, complaining, “Finally, I don’t have to cook for myself.”

Brother Lu stood behind her, listening to her complain about rough hands, how no amount of cream could repair them, and a smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

She was heartless, pretending nothing had happened, enjoying the conveniences her family provided.

Suddenly, Brother Lu covered her head with a blanket and, while she was caught off guard, punched her repeatedly, making her scream.

“Waa…”

Fang Yi whimpered inside the blanket, struggling and crying, “Lu Huaixu, what are you going crazy for?”

Brother Lu said nothing, holding her down and striking wherever he could, until her cries gradually faded, then finally released her.