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Chapter 267: Chapter 267: Xining, I Am Your Father Chapter 267: Chapter 267: Xining, I Am Your Father At this moment upstairs, it was as if the entire world had come to a standstill.

Gou Ruibo and his daughter’s mouths were sealed, and they had not been taken out of the room, just dumped into a dog cage nearby to prevent them from calling out.

Downstairs, the bodyguards seemed to have received instructions from their superiors, and after Lu Xining got out of the car, they opened the gate.

However, when Fu Junhang and his people tried to enter, they were stopped by an outstretched hand.

The man who had anticipated this raised his right hand and waved it forward, and the people following him immediately raised the items in their hands and aimed them at the bodyguards at the entrance.

Those he could bring out were obviously not pushovers either.

The atmosphere between the two sides was like a spring stretched to its limit, becoming instantly tense.

Intense yet silent fights unfolded under the cover of night, and while exchanging blows, they all conspicuously avoided Lu Xining in front, fearing to draw her into the fray and causing her harm.

With the situation behind unresolved, Lu Xining was in no hurry to head upstairs.

Her figure tall and erect as she stood in the night, she lifted her head to watch the security camera suddenly rotate towards her.

The commotion going on was still not at the stage for Fu Junhang to take action; he played with a small object in his hand while observing the fighting capabilities of the opposing bodyguards.

These men had a fierce gleam in their eyes, and their attacks were aggressive, fast, and accurate, like a wild beast hunting its prey, a mark of bodyguards trained to protect important figures in formal settings.

In contrast to the seemingly disorderly striking methods of Fu Junhang’s men, these bodyguards showed traces of a certain type of training, with each move unleashing an absolute sense of power.

“The hand-to-hand combat style of those few on the left is typical of the training at the Northland Wild Wolves Base.”

“The ones on the side are… (cannot be written out) …people who have retired.”

As Fu Junhang identified these people’s backgrounds, Lu Xining was also carefully observing their attack methods.

If the person upstairs was Shang Lvxing, then these bodyguards with such skills wouldn’t have come.

The most likely possibility was that the person who had come to Port City was Shang Qing.

But with such a sensitive identity, if he truly had arrived in Port City, would the superiors be unaware?

“Let’s go,” Lu Xining turned and continued on.

The bodyguards entangled outside were those stationed in the yard.

There was also a group of immobile men guarding the entrance.

This time, they did not stop Fu Junhang or the other underlings following Lu Xining.

It seemed the earlier skirmish was merely a test.

A test of the capabilities of the people beside her, whether they were qualified enough to protect her.

As the door was pushed open, another group was waiting inside.

They had postures as straight as pines and eyes as steadfast as mountains, like weapons forged and tested countless times, emanating an imposing aura of deadly seriousness that could easily intimidate the average person.

They respectfully cleared a path.

A steady voice came through, “All of you, leave.”

In the blink of an eye, these men had already retreated to positions outside the door.

Lu Xining tilted her head slightly towards Fu Junhang and said, “Wait for me at the door.”

The antique living room featured a central painting of pines growing on sheer cliffs.

The man standing in front of this painting emitted an aura of imposing authority that seemed to command respect, and even though she knew his identity, Lu Xining couldn’t help but feel a shiver of apprehension upon truly facing him.

It wasn’t fear; it was more like the subconscious reaction of the weak in the presence of the strong, an involuntary desire to submit to his powerful aura.

She took a deep breath, straightened her spine, and walked behind him.

The man who heard the movement behind him did not rush to turn around to look at her; his gaze remained focused on the painting of the snowy pines, his eyes revealing a hint of nostalgia for the past.

Neither of them spoke.

In the silent living room, everyone’s breathing slowed down.

While he was observing the painting, Lu Xining was observing him.

If she remembered correctly, the man before her should be in his fifties or sixties, but his silhouette betrayed no indication of his age.

Rather, it quietly emanated a force… the gravity of a superior who had accumulated years of authority.

The man knew the child behind him was sizing him up; it had been a very long time since anyone had dared to look at him with that kind of gaze.

He turned around slowly, and a face so handsome it took one’s breath away came into view.

But his looks were the least noticeable thing about him.

What truly made one’s scalp tingle were those sharp eyes beneath his refined exterior, as if they could see through the secrets hidden deep within a person’s heart.

Lu Xining even felt he hadn’t fully released the oppressive aura about him.

Without a doubt, the man before her was an absolute superior.

And he too, had already learned of her identity.

Lu Xining mustered all her strength to withstand the influence of his presence.

A faint smile flickered at the corner of the man’s eye, as if he was very pleased with her performance.

“Did your mother ever tell you why she named you ‘Xining’?”

Faced with the man’s abrupt question, Lu Xining looked at him with an indistinct coldness in her eyes.

She responded indifferently, “She did not.”

Seeing her so disrespectful to himself, the man wasn’t angered, resembling an elder indulging a child who was being petulant, with a hint of longing in his deep, dark eyes.

He said, “You look a lot like me.”

“Not at all!” Her firm tone revealed a knee-jerk response.

Lu Xining’s lips were pressed tightly together, her teeth clenched, as she stared unblinkingly at the man before her.

He was like the pine tree in the painting behind him, telling of a tenacious vitality, upright and serene, strong and resilient, and the gaze he directed at her shimmered with the gentle softness of a father.

And she! She utterly detested! That look in his eyes right now!

“You’re very resistant to me,” he stated, his voice carrying the weight of time.

Lu Xining wanted to look away, afraid that he would think she feared him. Her eyes, naturally beautiful and full, were now wide open as she unflinchingly met the gaze of the man opposite her.

She countered, “Shouldn’t I be resistant to you?”

“The blood flowing through your veins is half mine, Xining. You shouldn’t reject me.”

He took great pleasure in the sharp thorniness of her bearing, the confident look in her eyes, identical to his own in his youth.

But the resistance toward him in her eyes was somewhat of a headache for him.

“Mr. Shang, there are things one shouldn’t say recklessly.”

“My surname is Lu, not Shang.”

From the first glance at Lu Xining, he knew: she was the child of him and Chu Yan!

She embodied all the best qualities of both him and Chu Yan.

Even if she was unwilling to admit it, it still wouldn’t change the fact that she was his daughter.

Shang Qing moved to sit on a wooden chair nearby.

“Let’s talk while sitting.”

Although Lu Xining was standing at the moment, her presence still couldn’t rival the man sitting in silence.

Lu Xining moved to sit in the position farthest from him, her aversion apparent without need for words–clear for all to see just through her eyes.

But for Shang Qing, this was like a kitten scratching at a tiger’s paw–no threat at all.

“You know Shang Yueling is not the Shang Family’s daughter, don’t you?”

Lu Xining’s small habit of pursing her lips when angry was exactly like her mother, Chu Yan.

He saw right through the meaning behind her eyes.

Shang Qing spoke evenly, “Xining, I am your father.”

Lu Xining locked her gaze onto those inescapable eyes.

She really didn’t like the casual authority in his tone, nor the condescension of a superior toward an inferior, as if she were just a child throwing an unreasonable tantrum.

“My father and my mother are buried together. What kind of father do you take yourself for?”

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