The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion-Chapter 674 - 689: When you gave Lu Qing An the blade at that time, did you hesitate at all?

Ji Qing was kneeling on the ground, constantly kowtowing, her forehead was scraped to the point of bleeding, with bright red blood flowing out.

Lu Jingwei hurried over to hold Ji Qing, her tears like a flood that couldn’t be stopped: "Mom, what are you doing? Stop kowtowing, you’re bleeding."

Because he had just had a violent coughing fit, Old Sir Lu was now breathing heavily, he weakly lifted his head to look at Lu Jinghan: "Child, just agree to their request, consider it your grandfather’s debt to you, all right?"

Ji Qing knew that Old Sir Lu had just lost his son, now was the time when he was most sad and heartbroken, and only now could she force the old master to agree.

Lu Jinghan looked at Ji Qing kneeling on the ground with a grim expression, of course he could see through her little schemes, but to spare the old master from embarrassment, he could only agree for now.

"Fine, I agree to let them enter the company."

The old master’s eyes were slightly red as he patted Lu Jinghan’s hand: "Good child, sorry to trouble you."

"Okay, let me help you back to your room to rest first."

Lu Jinghan helped the old master stand up from the chair, slowly walking towards the upstairs.

Back in the room, Lu Jinghan instructed the kitchen to bring dinner over, watched as the old master ate a little, and poured him a cup of water to finish the medicine.

"Grandpa, I’ve agreed to everything for you, now you also have to promise me to rest well, no more grieving."

"Grandpa is sorry to you....."

Lu Jinghan helped the old master lie down on the bed, tucking the quilt for him: "As long as you’re well, that’s all that matters, I’m here with you, try to sleep." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Lu Jinghan sat on the sofa beside, only after watching the old master fall asleep did he push the door to leave.

In the empty hall, Ji Qing was holding Lu Qing An’s portrait, lost in thought, while Lu Jingchen and his sister sat silently on the chairs.

Lu Jinghan, with his hands in his pockets, walked over, his deep and severe voice suddenly echoed throughout the empty hall: "Do you really think they can carve a niche in the Lu Family, can compete with me?"

Hearing the voice, Ji Qing looked up, still with that pitiful appearance: "Jinghan, your aunt thanks you very much for agreeing to let them both enter the company, as long as they can support themselves, your uncle can rest in peace."

"When you gave Lu Qing An the razor blade, did you hesitate at all, hmm?"

Lu Jinghan sat on the chair with his legs crossed, casually playing with the metal lighter in his hand.

Ji Qing’s expression froze, feeling inexplicably nervous inside, but still vehemently denied: "Jinghan, what are you talking about? I don’t understand."

"There are cameras in prison, how could you be so careless?" Lu Jinghan’s lips curled in a smile that was barely perceptible, but that smile didn’t reach his eyes.

Lu Jingwei turned around in disbelief to look at Ji Qing: "Mom, the razor that Dad used to kill himself was from you, you forced him to die, why?"

"I didn’t, how could mom let your dad die, he was our only support."

No matter what, Ji Qing would not admit it, if Old Sir Lu found out about this, she would surely be beyond redemption.

Lu Jingchen frowned at Ji Qing: "Mom, are you sure Dad’s death has nothing to do with you?"

"Why would I want your dad to die, what reason would I have to let him die?"

Ji Qing’s hands tightly clutched the frame of Lu Qing An’s portrait, perhaps from using too much force, her fingertips had already turned white.