The moment the car stopped, Xiao Lang, who had been waiting at the front desk, shot to his feet.
"Mom, I can smell Sister Shen! She’s back!"
Cai Su, who had been worried sick, immediately rose and walked with her son toward the shop’s entrance.
Fu Cheng had sensed Shen Lu’s presence even before Xiao Lang did, but for reasons of his own, he didn’t join them to greet her at the door. Instead, he turned and went upstairs.
Shen Lu dashed into the shop in a few quick strides, shaking the sand from her hair and pulling off her mask.
"Phew, I’m finally back."
"Sister Shen." Xiao Lang hugged her leg. "You’re finally back! Mom and I were so worried about you!"
Cai Su looked her over from head to toe. Seeing no injuries, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. "As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters."
"Sorry to have worried you."
Little Bei and a few others carried the three members of the Liu family inside and, on Shen Lu’s orders, placed them in an empty room in the staff dormitory.
Shen Lu said to Cai Su, "They’ll have to stay here tonight. I’ll make other arrangements for them later."
Cai Su replied, "That’s fine. I’ll follow whatever arrangements you make."
"Oh, right." Shen Lu remembered something. "Um, I told them that the real owner of this shop is Fu Cheng. If they ask, Sister Cai, please don’t let the cat out of the bag."
She then ruffled Xiao Lang’s hair. "You too, Xiao Lang. You have to help your big sister keep this secret, okay?"
Xiao Lang declared, "I won’t let a single word slip out!"
Cai Su nodded. "Neither will I."
Liu Qiang had a knife wound on his leg. The bleeding had stopped, but it still needed to be treated.
There was a spare first-aid kit at the front desk. Shen Lu grabbed it and went into staff room number two.
The layout of the staff rooms was identical: a bunk bed, a desk, and two large wardrobes.
The beds were 1.2 meters wide, large enough for two smaller people to share.
Considering that both Liu Yaozu and Liu Qiang were injured, Little Bei had placed Yang Jing on the top bunk, while Liu Qiang and Liu Yaozu were squeezed together on the bottom.
Normally, Liu Yaozu would have thrown a fit and ordered Shen Lu to move Liu Qiang.
But today, he just leaned obediently against the headboard, not saying a word.
Shen Lu paid him no mind, simply tending to the wound on Liu Qiang’s thigh, sprinkling it with medicinal powder, and wrapping it with gauze.
"You’ll sleep here tonight," Shen Lu said coolly. "I’ll arrange a new place for you tomorrow."
"Huh?" Liu Yaozu spoke up timidly. "C-can’t we just stay here?"
’It’s dangerous outside!’
’Boss Jin suffered a huge loss; he’s definitely going to retaliate like a madman.’
’Shen Lu is a tough nut to crack, so he won’t go after her. But he’ll definitely come after us to make a point!’
"No," Shen Lu refused him mercilessly. "The boss was kind enough to let you stay for one night. You’re not employees, so you can’t stay in the staff dorms."
"But we’ll die if we have to live out there!" As he spoke about his own life being in danger, Liu Yaozu’s voice grew louder without him realizing it. "We were dragged into this because of you!"
Shen Lu didn’t deny it. ’After all, it was the truth.’
"You’d best not raise your voice at me in the future. I don’t like it."
The young woman’s voice was as cool and clear as water, but to Liu Yaozu’s ears, it sounded like a demonic whisper.
He flinched. "I-I didn’t mean to."
"Remember this: as long as you do exactly as I say, I’ll keep you alive. But if you disobey me, I’ll make sure your death is a particularly ugly one."
With that said, Shen Lu picked up the first-aid kit and left the room.

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