Fake heiress tore up the script, acted lazy and dumb, and got eliminated.

Chapter 6: I Think I Just Saw My Great-Grandmother

The words, carried by the smoke and debris, caught Lu Sen's attention instantly. His hand, which had been steadying the car door, snapped back as if burned, his face darkening into a stormy glare.

In that split second, Lu Qian lunged forward without hesitation. The force of her tackle sent Lu Sen sprawling several meters away, crashing to the ground with a thud.

"Boom! Bang!"

Fire erupted, shaking the earth. A wall of flames roared behind them, towering two stories high.

The car had exploded.

Lu Sen's glasses flew off, and through narrowed eyes, he watched the inferno erupt before him—and the trembling figure of Lu Qian sprawled across his chest.

It was her.

Suddenly, Lu Sen realized her shivers were anything but ordinary. "Lu Qian, what's wrong?"

She deadpanned, "Grandpa, good thing you weren't hit by the sh*t."

Lu Sen: "..."

The air seemed to thicken with an unspoken stench.

"Ouch!" Lu Qian gasped, clutching her wrist. "Grandpa, I think I twisted my paw."

Lu Sen barked orders for a doctor, then scooped Lu Qian into his arms, marching toward the mansion.

The medic straightened her dislocated wrist, asking how she felt.

Lu Qian, voice weak as a whisper, replied, "This pain... it's like a youthful crush that fermented for ages but died silently. It buries deep into the bones."

The doctor bit back a laugh. "No major bone damage. The pain'll fade soon."

Lu Sen's jaw tightened. "Numb it properly. Can't you see her face is white as paper?"

The physician, sensing Lu Sen's rare concern, suggested, "Cold compresses might help. Topical meds could ease it faster."

"Give me the medicine." Lu Sen rolled up his sleeves, gently pressing ointment into Lu Qian's skin. The doctor's rough hands made him uneasy.

Minutes later, Lu Qian's vision swirled. "Grandpa, stop! I'm seeing stars... and my great-grandma again!"

Lu Sen stiffened, softening his touch. Is a child this fragile?

"By the way," he probed, suspicion curling in his tone. "Did you know the car would blow up? Your timing was... too perfect."

Lu Qian's eyes flickered. "Blackie smelled something off. He kept nudging me toward it, so I—"

"Grandpa, the Furry Squad saved the day, didn't they?" She batted her lashes, innocent as a lamb.

Lu Sen remained unconvinced but relented, allowing the animals to stay—for her sake.

The estate is vast enough for her and her menagerie to roam, he thought, ruffling her hair. "Next time, run first. No more reckless stunts."

If she hadn't knocked me away, she'd be caught in the blast too, he fretted, though she nodded obediently, plotting future defiance.

I've dodged lightning strikes. A mere bomb? Child's play, she smirked inwardly.

It being the weekend, Lu Qian skipped school. Her swollen wrist worried Lu Sen enough to bring her to the company.

Pool Corporation towered over the city's diamond district, its spire piercing the clouds. As Lu Sen ascended, employees bowed in respect.

Lord of the realm, Lu Qian observed, clinging to his side. "Grandpa, I feel like a rabbit riding a tiger's head—so badass!"

Lu Sen chuckled. "How's the ride?"

She thumbs-upped. "Perfect! You work hard, I'll master the art of doing nothing. Prosperity through laziness, Grandpa!"

He dismissed it, certain no Pool descendant would be a slacker.

Once in his office, he handed her to Zhong, his secretary. Zhong, a human chameleon, catered to Lu Qian's whims—fetching snacks, arranging rides, compiling lunch lists.

By noon, he presented a spreadsheet of nearby restaurants. Lu Qian picked one, and Zhong booked the VIP room at "Savory Manor," a elite private club for the city's elite.

"Where's Grandpa?" she asked.

"Chairman's in a meeting. Might take hours."

"I'll wait."

Zhong hesitated—Chairman never skips meals—but the girl's innocence stabbed his conscience.

When Lu Sen finally emerged, Lu Qian sprang from the couch. "Grandpa, dinnertime!"

Glancing at the clock—nearing one PM—he sighed. Kids need fuel. "Let's eat."

At Savory Manor, the manager greeted them personally, escorting them to the finest private chamber.

Halfway through the meal, Lu Qian excused herself. In the hallway, she collided with Gu Hua and her parents—her former captors.

"Lian Lian, you here?" Gu Hua feigned sweetness. "Money tight? Forced to waitress? You fled yesterday with nothing! What a shame!"

Lu Qian smirked. "You mean the trash? Better left in the dump."

Mrs. Gu seethed. "Little wh*r*! After all we did for you—a dog would've shown more gratitude!"

"So you like dogs?" Lu Qian cooed. "Explains why you bark so well! Hyaaah!" She mocked a howl, grinning.

Mr. Gu's face purpled. "You ungrateful c*nt! Let's see how long you last in that hovel! Soon you'll crawl back begging!"

"Keep dreaming," she drawled. "Being a Pool beats sharing filth."

"You—!" Mr. Gu lunged, foot lashing out.

Lu Qian dodged behind a passing waiter's cart. His kick connected—with a bone-crunching thud.

"Aaarrgh!" Mr. Gu collapsed, cradling his shattered ankle. "My leg! My god, call an ambulance!"

Gu Hua shielded her parents, tears of outrage streaming. "How dare you! They raised you! Face me instead!"

Mr. Gu, writhing in agony, thought Finally, a loyal child—just as Lu Qian seized a tureen of hot soup, whipping it at them.

"Whoosh!" The broth drenched their designer clothes, turning haute couture into soggy rags.

Lu Qian laughed, cold as ice. "Messy with me again—I'll deal with each of you. One. By. One."