Transmigrated as the Pregnant Villainess: Mr Lu. This Heir is Yours. Chapter 59; Plans

Dinner resud slowly, but the atmosphere had shifted again. Several family mbers spoke more casually now, discussing business lightly enough to disguise the tension beneath, but Su Wan felt the silent evaluations, the recalculations happening around her.

Across the table, one of the older aunts smiled toward Su Yao. "The Su family must’ve been very worried today. After all, Su Wan was injured."

Su Yao’s expression softened. "Naturally. My sister was injured inside the Lu Residence. I was there when it happened, and the situation beca truly chaotic very quickly." The wording was delicate but deliberate—redirecting responsibility toward the Lu family without sounding openly accusatory. Second Madam noticed. So did Lu Shaohan.

Su Wan lifted her teacup calmly. "It was handled already."

Su Yao looked toward her gently. "Father still felt it would be better if soone from the Su family stayed nearby for now, knowing what condition you are in." Of course he did. Not out of concern, but because the Lu Residence had beco unstable, and unstable situations create opportunity. Su Yao had not co to visit but to observe—to assess how much power Su Wan still held. Judging by the silence surrounding the table whenever Su Wan spoke, the answer was becoming obvious.

But she was also trying to find loopholes.

One of the Lu uncles glanced between them. "You two sisters don’t resemble each other as much." The comnt sounded casual, but nothing tonight was casual.

Su Yao smiled softly gently. "My sister always took more after her mother." A faint silence followed. Everyone understood the implication: different mothers, different status, different treatnt. Old fractures surfacing beneath polite conversation.

Su Wan finally looked directly at Su Yao. "And yet you still ca here personally." Their eyes t, for a brief mont, sothing colder passed beneath Su Yao’s expression, gone almost instantly. You will notice only if you were keen enough.

"You’re still my sister," she replied softly. No one else seed disturbed, but Su Wan noticed imdiately. Su Yao only used that tone when she wanted sothing.

Lu Shaohan’s gaze shifted between the sisters, observing the subtle tension. Sothing felt wrong to him, too—not emotional distance, but performance, as though both won were speaking through layers instead of doing it directly.

At the far end, Zhang Hui lowered her eyes while Chen Ru observed everything carefully. Unlike the others, the three pregnant won imdiately understood the danger Su Yao represented. Won like her were harder to defend against: beautiful, patient, socially untouchable, and now permanently inside the Lu Residence. The people they needed to fear were no longer limited to Second Madam, Lu iqi, or hidden family factions. Now there was Su Yao too—connected to Su Wan by blood, yet possibly more dangerous because of it.

The entire dining hall now felt less like a family dinner and more like a negotiation table disguised beneath silverware and candlelight.

Then Su Yao’s attention shifted toward the three pregnant won. Her expression changed slightly—not shock, but recognition, very brief and very controlled. Su Wan saw it imdiately. Across the table, Lu Shaohan saw it too.

The silence around the dining table lingered after Su Yao’s attention shifted away from the three won. Servants moved between chairs, replacing dishes and refilling tea, but no one seed focused on the al anymore. The atmosphere had beco too layered, too cautious—every sentence carried hidden aning.

Su Yao looked back toward Su Wan, her expression softening. "You should avoid moving around too much tonight. Your arm looked worse earlier." The concern sounded natural, almost affectionate.

Su Wan glanced at the untouched food before her. "It’s manageable."

Su Yao hesitated. "If it becos uncomfortable..." Her eyes flicked briefly toward Lu Shaohan before returning to Su Wan. "I can stay with my sister tonight."

The room quieted—not dramatically, but enough. On the surface, the offer sounded appropriate: a sister caring for an injured pregnant woman after an attack. But inside the Lu Residence, where every relationship carried political weight, the implication shifted. Especially now, with the three pregnant won seated at the sa table.

Su Wan noticed the subtle shifts around her. Lu iqi’s eyes sharpened. One of the older aunts lowered her teacup slightly. Even Second Madam looked up. If Su Yao stayed beside Su Wan at night inside the master suite area, proximity would begin changing naturally—access, familiarity, presence. And Su Yao had always understood how dangerous proximity could beco.

Before Su Wan could answer, soone spoke first.

"No need." Lu Shaohan’s voice cut cleanly through the hall—calm, even, absolute. The atmosphere shifted.

Su Yao’s gaze lifted toward him. Lu Shaohan rested one hand beside his untouched glass, expression unreadable. "The Lu Residence already has enough staff assigned to her care. Additional people moving through the private wing would only create unnecessary disruption."

The answer sounded practical, but the finality left little room for discussion. For the first ti since entering, Su Yao’s composure tightened almost invisibly at the edges—not enough for most to notice, but enough for Su Wan. Su Yao had expected resistance from Su Wan, perhaps, but not from Lu Shaohan.

Who didn’t know the cold relationship between Luo Shaohan and Su Wan?

Across the table, Lu iqi’s eyes flickered between them, her expression turning thoughtful. Interesting.

Old Master Lu remained silent, though his gaze rested briefly on Lu Shaohan. That response itself carried aning: Lu Shaohan rarely involved himself in household emotional matters directly, yet he had shut the suggestion down imdiately.

Su Yao lowered her eyes gracefully enough to hide the brief stiffness. "I only ant to help."

"And she’ll be taken care of," Lu Shaohan replied.

The silence that followed settled differently—heavier, more observant. Everyone had noticed: Lu Shaohan had drawn a line, and he had done it publicly.

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Su Yao lowered her eyes toward her plate, smoothing over the mont, though the subtle tightness in her expression had not escaped everyone—especially Su Wan. Lu Shaohan had not rely rejected the suggestion but had rejected Su Yao’s access publicly. Inside the Lu family, access mattered almost as much as position itself.

The servants continued moving quietly, restoring the atmosphere toward normal conversation, though the tension never fully disappeared. Then two familiar figures appeared near the entrance: It was Li Chen and Mo Chen. Servants turned toward them.