After Reborn, I Became the Bigshots' Beloved-Chapter 68 - She Causes a Sensation She Becomes a

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: She Causes a Sensation, She Becomes a Clown

Chapter 68 -68: She Causes a Sensation, She Becomes a Clown

Lu Siyan’s temperament and personality are starkly different from those of Lu Jingyan and Lu Youye.

As the eldest brother, Lu Jingyan is mature, steady, and both restrained and meticulous. Lu Youye, the youngest, is naturally rebellious and wildly arrogant.

Lu Siyan’s first impression is one of aloofness.

That sort of indifferent and detached temperament, as if hovering outside of the noisy crowd, seemed akin to a noble flower perched on a snowy mountain, apathetic to all people and things.

However, right now, his embrace was incredibly wide and warm.

Lu Siyan didn’t hold her for very long.

Probably because he had never been so intimately close with someone, he quickly let go of Lu Sheng.

His expression remained naturally cool, but he brought his hand to his lips and cleared his throat, saying, “I will be staying at home for the next few days. Come to me every evening for a dressing change, and keep the wound away from water.”

“I got it.”

Seeing this, Lu Sheng acted spoilt, her voice soft, “Thank you, Second Brother, for bandaging me. And for the milk candies, they were delicious.”

Lu Sheng’s coquettishness immediately narrowed the distance between them. Even if they were not close before, blood ties are a mysterious thing.

Lu Siyan’s eyes flickered, slightly lost in thought.

So this is what having a sister feels like.

It seems… not bad at all.

When they went downstairs, Lu Jingyan and Lu Youye were sitting on the living room sofa.

Seeing the thick white bandage wrapped around Lu Sheng’s right hand, Lu Youye immediately began to fuss over her again and took the opportunity to curse out Fu Chen.

After all, for the past few hours, Fu Chen has been repeatedly thrashed post-mortem. Lu Sheng began to worry that tomorrow, when school resumed, Lu Youye would head straight to Class A to pick a fight with Fu Chen.

“Since Siyan is home, let’s go out for dinner tonight,” Lu Jingyan suggested, “my friend just opened a Western restaurant these days, shall we give it a try?”

“Want to eat Western food?” Lu Siyan looked at Lu Sheng, “If you don’t, we can eat something else.”

Though Lu Siyan was expressionless, Lu Sheng knew he probably considered that she grew up in the countryside and feared Western food might not sit well with her, so he asked for her preference first.

“That’s fine,” Lu Sheng nodded, “whatever my brothers decide is good, I’m not picky.”

“That won’t do,” Lu Youye put an arm around Lu Sheng’s shoulders, “you are our most cherished little sister, of course, what you want to eat is the most important.”

Lu Siyan frowned, pulling Lu Youye’s hand off Lu Sheng: “Did you wash your hands after coming home? You touch others with those hands.”

“I did wash them! Other than Second Brother, who else can’t be touched without washing hands!” Lu Youye retorted indignantly, “And even if I didn’t, my sister wouldn’t mind me, right, Shengsheng?”

Lu Sheng deadpanned: “I would mind that a little.”

Seeing Lu Youye instantly deflated, Lu Sheng smiled and took his hand: “Come on, brother, I’m starving.”

Lu Jingyan chuckled at Lu Youye’s swift return to spirits and tapped on his head, “Look at the little pride you have.”

The scene was unbearably warm.

Off to the side, Lu Siyan felt a warmth in his heart and followed their steps.

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Not long after Lu Sheng and the others left the house, Lu Qianrou also returned to the Lu Family, dragging her exhausted body and looking extremely haggard.

It was almost eight o’clock, and when she looked around, the house seemed deserted as if no one was there.

“Mrs. Wang? Mrs. Wang?”

Lu Qianrou immediately called out to the living room, and the servant working in the storeroom hurried over upon hearing her: “Yes, I’m here, what’s wrong Miss Qianrou?”

“Look at the time, where is everyone in the house?” Lu Qianrou asked immediately, “Haven’t my eldest brother and Fifth Brother come back home yet?”

“The Eldest Young Master and Fifth Young Master came home with Miss Lu Sheng this evening, oh and also the Second Young Master,” Mrs. Wang answered, “They went out to eat together about an hour ago and haven’t returned.”

“What did you say?!” Lu Qianrou, upon hearing Mrs. Wang’s words, felt in an instant as if the sky had collapsed.

She hadn’t gone to school the entire afternoon, and neither her eldest brother nor Fifth Brother had called or texted her.

She was home late and nobody cared where she had been.

They actually took Lu Sheng out to dinner… That used to be a privilege only she had!

And Second Brother… How could Second Brother possibly be willing to dine with Lu Sheng? Isn’t he the one who hates dining with outsiders most??

Now both her eldest brother and Fifth Brother treat Lu Sheng as one of their own; could it be that even the quirkiest and most aloof Second Brother has taken a liking to that vile woman?

Lu Qianrou bit her lip tightly and ran straight upstairs, bursting into tears as soon as she closed the door.

This morning at school, her mask was ripped off by that damned child in front of the whole internet, and Fang Hong exposed her face-to-face for not being the actual savior of her son.

She had never felt such humiliation in her life, displaying a face with several red patches, frighteningly ugly!

Lu Qianrou had always been the most excellent one among everyone since childhood; how could she bear the fall from universal praise to universal scolding online?

While browsing the comments from netizens, she truly felt like she’d rather be dead, crying out of breath in front of Jiang Ting.

Luckily, Jiang Ting was tender towards her.

Or rather, it was impossible for Jiang Ting to disregard her.

She was the Lu Family’s golden girl, cultivated single-handedly by Jiang Ting over the years, representing the face of the Lu Family.

Even though she had lost so much face today, Jiang Ting merely scolded her a few times before starting to think of ways to help her.

First was a call to her Third Brother, but he said there was no other way unless she sincerely and earnestly apologized, then he would find someone to help her out.

Thus, Lu Qianrou could only post that apology article on Weibo, and she also gritted her teeth and donated her two million in pocket money to whitewash her image.

Throughout the afternoon, she continuously monitored the real-time comments online, as the marketing accounts and bot army that she had paid for were constantly at work.

Marketing accounts posted screenshots of her achievements in various competitions and exams since childhood, to demonstrate her excellence; they shared photos of her doing charity for school credits, to prove her kindness.

Countless paid posters were saying she never had any intention of impersonating anyone, the whole affair was a misunderstanding, hoping the netizens would show more leniency toward a good, kind girl who was willing to donate two million to make amends.

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Even her facial blemishes were spun into a sob story, claiming she had recently contracted a strange disease that caused her face to look like that, asking netizens not to attack someone sick over such a matter.

So, by the evening, the public sentiment had been completely reversed. No more netizens were scolding her, and anyone who still harped on the matter would get attacked.

Lu Qianrou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could revel in her relief for long, upon returning home, she learned that her several brothers had taken Lu Sheng out to dinner.

From afternoon to evening, while she was in such agony that she wanted to die, no one cared about her at all!

These brothers, who had always cherished and loved her the most, are now all revolving around Lu Sheng!

The more Lu Qianrou thought about how she had become a clown while Lu Sheng was getting all the attention for the video on the forum and the rescue, the more she ground her teeth in rage.

The more she thought about it, the more agonized she felt, crying harder and harder.

When she received a call from her uncle Jiang Yusheng, Lu Qianrou was already crying as if she were gasping for breath: “Hello… Uncle, Uncle.”

These sobs clearly startled the man on the other end of the line: “What’s wrong Qianrou! What kind of wrong have you suffered, why are you crying like this??”