Lu Lingche didn't say a word, and Yuanshan, not having received any order, remained silent and continued driving forward.
The car didn't stop until it reached the villa that Lu Shengqing lived in before his death.
Of course, this villa had been gifted by Madam Lu to Lan Yuyi and was now her personal property.
Lan Yuyi gazed at the familiar villa but seemed reluctant to leave the car.
Standing outside the car door, Lu Lingche was growing impatient: "Why aren't you getting out?"
"Lingche, we're married now, shouldn't we be living together at your place?"
"Absolutely not, I've already told you, I don't like having others in my house."
Suddenly, Lan Yuyi started crying: "How could I be 'others'? I'm carrying your child, I've been your woman for a while now, why are you treating me like this? Don't you feel any pity for me at all?"
"No."