Transmigrated as the Pregnant Villainess: Mr Lu. This Heir is Yours. Chapter 22; Shopping

Now Lu Shaohan turned. Slowly. His eyes landed on the screen. Rows of transactions, ti-stamped, tight, precise. Too precise.

His fingers tapped once against the desk. Stopped.

"Before that?"

The secretary didn’t hesitate. "A gap. Forty-three minutes."

Silence. Lu Shaohan’s gaze sharpened. "Location?"

"Unregistered. No transactions. No recorded stops." Which ant no trace.

Lu Shaohan’s eyes lowered. Not displeased. Interested.

"She returned," the secretary continued, "and resud spending as if nothing had happened."

That was the problem. Or—the signal.

Lu Shaohan walked back to the desk, picked up the tablet, scrolled once, then stopped. "Volu?"

"Visible," the secretary answered. "Enough to circulate."

aning people would talk. aning it wasn’t hidden.

Lu Shaohan set the tablet down. His gaze lowered, then lifted again. "She wanted it seen." Not a question. A conclusion.

The secretary remained still. "Yes." A pause. "And the gap?"

Silence. The secretary chose his words carefully. "Intentional. Or controlled."

Lu Shaohan’s expression didn’t change, but sothing settled deeply, not suspicion but recognition.

"She’s correcting." Low, more to himself than anyone else.

The secretary didn’t interrupt. Because this was where analysis happened.

"She spends openly. She disappears once. Then returns and amplifies visibility." His gaze shifted slightly. "Balance." Not reckless. Not careless. Structured.

The secretary hesitated—just slightly. "There’s one more thing."

Lu Shaohan looked at him. "Say it."

"Her movent was... contained. The guards reported no irregularities." Which ant they either saw nothing or said nothing.

Lu Shaohan’s eyes darkened slightly. Not anger. Calculation.

"Replace them." Flat. Imdiate.

The secretary nodded. "Yes, President Lu."

"Quietly."

"Understood."

Silence returned. Lu Shaohan turned back toward the window. The city moved below, unaware. But his thoughts didn’t follow it. They stayed on her.

Not her spending. Not the numbers. The gap. Forty-three minutes. Unaccounted. Unseen. Unreported.

His fingers stilled at his side. And for the first ti, sothing in his gaze shifted.

Interest.

Because whatever Su Wan was doing—she wasn’t hiding. She was controlling what was visible and what not.

And that was far more dangerous.

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The car didn’t follow imdiately. It waited across the street. Engine off. Windows tinted.

Inside, two n sat in silence. The driver didn’t move. Didn’t speak. The man in the back seat watched—not casually, but carefully.

"She went in twice," the driver said quietly. "Entered the mall. Left. Returned."

Silence.

"Ti gap?"

"Forty minutes. No purchases recorded during that period."

Now—a slight shift. Interest.

"And after?"

"She spent openly. Deliberately."

Silence settled again. Then a faint exhale.

"She’s not shopping." Not a question. A conclusion.

The driver didn’t respond. Didn’t need to. Because they had both seen it: control. Structure. Intent.

"Background?"

"Recently changed behavior. Before that—irrelevant."

Now that mattered. Because people didn’t beco relevant without reason.

The man leaned back slightly. "Follow the pattern. Not distance." aning: don’t chase. Don’t alert. Observe behavior.

The driver nodded. "And the Lu side?"

A pause. "Watching too."

That changed things.

A longer silence. Then: "Good." A faint shift in tone. "Let them."

Because now this wasn’t just about her. It was about who would reach her first.

Outside, Su Wan’s car pulled away.

The black car remained. Still. Waiting.

The car moved steadily through traffic. No rush. No disruption. Just another vehicle swallowed by the city. Su Wan leaned back, still and composed. The shopping bags rested neatly beside her—evidence, noise, cover.

Then the car slowed at a red light. Silence settled, Until a shadow crossed the window. A knock. Soft. Controlled. Not accidental.

The guard reacted instantly, tension snapping tight. "Stay inside."

But the window had already lowered halfway. The man outside stood just within view—suit, neutral, unremarkable. Except he wasn’t looking at her face. He was studying her, as if confirming sothing.

"Madam Su." Not a question. Recognition.

Su Wan didn’t turn imdiately. She let the mont stretch. Then, slowly, her gaze shifted to him. asured.

"You’re blocking traffic." Flat. Unbothered.

The man didn’t react. "Where is it?" No greeting. No pretense.

For a heartbeat, Su Wan’s eyes didn’t flicker. "Where is what?" Then her voice echoed, calm and clean.

The man’s gaze suddenly sharpened slightly. "The watch."

Inside the car, the guards stiffened. Because this was specific. And not random.

Su Wan tilted her head. "Should I know what you’re talking about?"

The man studied her longer this ti, asuring. Then: "You were seen with it. And you are the last person handling it."

That was the hook. Not proof. But enough.

Su Wan’s expression didn’t change. "When?"

For a heartbeat he didn’t answer imdiately. Which ant he couldn’t confirm precisely.

Good.

Her eyes lowered briefly, thinking fast. A watch. This hadn’t been ntioned in the novel. Not in her mory. Not part of the original Su Wan’s visible life. Which ant—a hidden thread. Sothing outside the story she knew.

The car idled at the red light as engines softly humd, distant horns sounded. The illusion of movent but, Inside it was stillness.

"I don’t have what you want." Su Wan’s voice didn’t rise or sharpen. It settled, flat and certain.

For a mont, nothing happened. Then the man’s expression changed. Not anger. Decision.

His hand moved slowly, deliberately, from his coat and a handgun was lifted—not waved, not rushed—placed directly in line with her.

The world didn’t explode. It narrowed.

The guards reacted instantly. Doors opening. Positions shifting. Weapons drawn—but not fired. Because this was no longer noise. This was a calculation from both sides.

More shadows moved from the black car, from the street, from angles that had been empty seconds ago. n stepped in—controlled, silent, surrounding. Not chaos. Containnt.

The driver’s grip tightened. The guard closest to Su Wan shifted slightly, blocking.

"Lower it." The warning was low. Ignored.

The man holding the gun didn’t blink. "You were seen with it." A pause. "And people died for less."

That changed the air. Not threat. Context. This wasn’t a retrieval but an elimination.

Su Wan didn’t move, didn’t lean back, didn’t flinch. Her gaze remained on him. Clear.

"If I had it, you wouldn’t be asking."