After Luo Wei and Ophelia left the study, an elderly man in a robe appeared in the room.
This old man had sharp, hawk-like eyes, and he gazed in the direction the two had departed, asking, "Has His Majesty already instructed her?"
Charlton II stood with his hands behind his back, his deep eyes fixed on the family crest of the Wigner royal family. At this moment, he no longer bore the gentle, fatherly demeanor he had shown earlier.
He said indifferently, "Everything she needs to do is written there. Once she reaches the ancestral tomb, she will understand what to do."
The robed elder nodded, his tone tinged with concern. "There have been unusual movements beneath the ancestral tomb, and the tomb keepers have gone silent. This hasn’t happened in three hundred years. Could it be true, as the rumors say, that 'that being' is about to awaken...?"
Charlton II shook his head slightly. "I don’t know. That’s why she needs to investigate. Currently, she is the only one in the family with the bloodline power to enter that place."
The robed elder looked at him. "If this is true... this journey will be perilous."
"Ophelia is quite clever. It’s a shame."
The study fell into a brief silence.
After a long while, Charlton II sighed softly.
"Everything must be done for the greater good. That child will understand..."
...
Back in the banquet hall, the evening feast was nearing its end. Luo Wei’s eyes searched for his teacher, Evelyn.
Then he saw her in a corner of the hall, surrounded by a group of young noblemen. Evelyn held a wine glass, her cheeks flushed and her face filled with anger as she mumbled something incoherently.
Luo Wei frowned and immediately wanted to approach her.
But then he remembered something and glanced back at Ophelia.
"I’ll be right back..."
Ophelia looked at Evelyn’s location, then at Luo Wei, and scoffed disdainfully.
"Go ahead."
She waved her hand dismissively. "I’m not that controlling. Go find your vampire teacher."
Luo Wei smiled gratefully, suddenly finding the reasonable Ophelia quite endearing.
Ophelia watched as Luo Wei turned and left without hesitation, her sneer growing even more pronounced.
"Still claiming there’s nothing going on between you two?"
"Big liar..."
...
When Luo Wei arrived at the corner where Evelyn was, she had already harshly dismissed the noblemen who had been trying to invite her to dance.
Thanks to the alcohol, Evelyn’s scolding had been merciless, and Luo Wei noticed the young men’s faces darkening...
He couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed he had worried for nothing—Evelyn was fierce enough that she didn’t need him to play the role of her protector.
"Eve—"
Before Luo Wei could finish, a strong smell of alcohol hit him. Evelyn didn’t even look to see who it was before snapping—
"Get lost!"
"I’m not here to ask you to dance..." Luo Wei chuckled, shaking his head. "Do you have to be so harsh, teacher?"
"Huh?" Evelyn squinted her blurry eyes. When she finally recognized Luo Wei, her pretty face twisted in even greater annoyance.
"You finally remembered to come back?"
"Finished your date with your old flame? Now you think of me? Hmph! You little..."
She wobbled as she grabbed Luo Wei’s collar, her expression as fierce as a provoked cat.
"Little! Brat!"
"Teacher, you’re drunk..." Luo Wei sighed, supporting her as she slumped against him. The scent of alcohol mixed with her natural fragrance enveloped him.
"I’m not drunk. How could I be drunk? I have a high tolerance..."
Luo Wei studied her carefully. Evelyn’s face was as red as a ripe tomato, her eyes glazed over, and she could barely stand. It was clear she was far from the state she claimed to be in.
"Drunk people never admit they’re drunk..." Luo Wei steadied her. "You’re just stubborn. This is probably your first time drinking, right? What tolerance are you talking about? And you drank so much, even though I warned you..."
But Evelyn seemed to be on a completely different wavelength. Like a child, she pounded on Luo Wei’s chest, muttering incoherently:
"Cheater..."
"Little brat..."
"Waaah... How could you treat your teacher like this? So cruel..."
The commotion between the two in the corner drew the attention of some nearby guests, who looked on with amused expressions.
Luo Wei smiled awkwardly, catching Fred’s barely concealed grin.
Fred winked at him and gave a subtle thumbs-up.
This young man, juggling two women at once.
Quite the player...
Luo Wei glanced over at Ophelia in the distance and mouthed helplessly:
"I’m leaving first!"
Ophelia rolled her eyes dramatically.
Then, with Evelyn in tow, Luo Wei informed a servant and left the banquet hall.
By the time they reached the palace gates, Evelyn was completely under the influence of alcohol. She giggled uncontrollably, her hands wandering all over Luo Wei’s body.
"Teacher! Stop touching me!!"
"Hehe, your muscles are quite firm..."
"Teacher!!"
"Huh? What’s this I’m touching?"
Seeing Evelyn’s unrestrained and shameless behavior, Luo Wei had no choice but to grab her wrists firmly and hoist her over his shoulder.
Evelyn only laughed louder and more wildly.
As a result, what should have been a short walk from the palace gates to the street took an eternity. By the time they finally found a carriage and returned to the old mansion, it was already past midnight...
As soon as he knocked on the door, Helena’s excited voice came from inside.
"Brother! You’re finally back!!"
"Are you feeling better now... Huh?"
"What’s wrong with this woman?"
Luo Wei struggled to drag the drunken Evelyn inside, dumping her unceremoniously onto the sofa before collapsing in exhaustion.
Evelyn, still sprawled on the sofa, continued to giggle foolishly.
"Hehehe..."
Luo Wei decided to use her as a cautionary example for Helena.
Pointing at the mess on the sofa, he looked at Helena sternly and lectured her earnestly.
"See this? Don’t drink. This is what happens when you drink—you turn into a silly mess!"
"Okay..." Helena blinked her big blue eyes and replied obediently, "I understand, brother."
She glanced at the vampire on the sofa, her expression one of disdain.
"There’s some sobering medicine upstairs. I’ll go get it..."
With that, she scampered up the stairs.
Luo Wei sighed, looking at Evelyn, who had suddenly started snoring on the sofa.
Just as he was about to leave, Evelyn tightly grabbed his hand.
"Teacher?" Luo Wei looked at her.
Evelyn mumbled incoherently in her sleep, her voice tinged with sadness.
"Little Wei... Teacher lied to you..."
"Teacher was jealous..."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
