Is Self-Redemption Really That Hard? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 17

After a small windfall, Lu Wuqi restrained herself from buying more lottery tickets—but she couldn’t resist buying something for her girlfriend.

Looking at her Alipay balance in the five-figure range, she took Lan Xu’s hand and walked into a chic, affordable-luxury jewelry store. After browsing for a while, she picked out a bracelet worth over six hundred yuan, claiming it was to “share a bit of luck” with Lan Xu.

Capital University didn’t have a habit of shortening student holidays. In fact, to make it easier for students to go home for National Day, they even released students a day early—a thoughtful gesture indeed.

Before departing, Lu Wuqi followed her mother’s advice and brought a stack of carefully chosen gifts to visit Miao Miao.

In reality, Miao Miao seemed even more distant than she did on video. Her slightly curled long hair was tied back, and her eyes, seemingly smiling, carried a subtle, calculating gaze.

Especially when discussing work matters with Lu Wuqi, there was no trace of the fiery online persona who could argue passionately with a newcomer on a forum for over an hour.

“Auntie, you’re too kind. It’s really just a small favor, nothing to be so polite about,” Miao Miao said after their discussion, her smile deepening.

“Your help means a great deal to me,” Lu Wuqi replied calmly, unfazed by Miao Miao’s so-called airs. Observing Miao Miao’s posture and micro expressions made her feel even more at ease, keeping their conversation comfortable and natural.

“Lu, when I was your age, I was just a clueless student. I’m no match for you,” Miao Miao sighed. “If you ever need this kind of help again, please think of me first.”

Lu Wuqi smiled faintly and nodded. “Miao, if it’s convenient, could you give me your bank account? I’d like to repay the one million yuan I borrowed from you earlier.”

“Huh? Weren’t you planning to repay in March? You’ve finished the target early?” Miao Miao couldn’t hide her surprise.

It was already remarkable enough that Lu Wuqi knew so much at her age—yet she was also making waves in the stock market?

Originally, Lu Wuqi had said she would borrow one million and repay 1.1 million. Without mentioning how much she earned herself, just the trading fees plus the extra hundred thousand meant a monthly return rate of ten percent!

The youth of today have truly evolved—she was a century apart from her own generation!

“Luckily, I caught a small wave of profit in the recent pharmaceutical market fluctuations, then pulled out in time,” Lu Wuqi said with a steady smile. After noting Miao Miao’s account, she transferred fifty thousand yuan from one account and sixty thousand from another.

“Lu, will you continue investing time and energy in the stock market?” Miao Miao asked, glancing at the SMS notification, the distance between them slightly lessened.

“Probably, but I won’t devote too much energy—just enough to research pharmaceutical and energy stocks,” Lu Wuqi replied, unsurprised by Miao Miao’s attentiveness.

A ten percent return in a single month—such profit could even compete with high-interest lenders.

“Alright, then I’ll be direct. How about a 70/30 profit-loss sharing agreement?” Miao Miao paused briefly. “Under that premise, what’s the maximum capital you could manage?”

Lu Wuqi raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “If you trust me, Miao, I could handle up to ninety million yuan. The principal remains untouched, and we reconcile accounts every twenty trading days.”

“Perfect! Ninety million it is!” Miao Miao decided to take the gamble—binding Lu Wuqi to herself through this investment.

Capital University’s early holiday allowed the three of them to avoid peak travel periods and secure tickets home smoothly.

When they first came to the capital, Lan Xu and Lu Wuqi’s mother had been somewhat hesitant and unsure, but now both looked relaxed.

Lan Xu no longer worried about being separated from Lu Wuqi due to financial issues. Seeing Lu Wuqi share her profits with her gave her confidence—she could dismiss the possibility that Lu Wuqi would be dragged down by Lu Fu and, in turn, bring her along.

Lu Wuqi’s mother’s relief was easier to understand: a successful surgery and a daughter recognized by the company’s Vice President—a promising future indeed.

But her ease didn’t last long. Seeing the brand-new front door and the surveillance room outside, her heart skipped a beat.

Then she saw her daughter use a new key to open the door, revealing a living room and bedroom in disarray.

“Xiao Lu, what happened? Did someone break in?” Lu Wuqi’s mother staggered forward and pushed the half-open door, seeing the overturned bedroom.

Her valuable jewelry was gone—including the longevity lock and silver anklet made when Lu Wuqi was a year old.

“Mom, the landlord called while you were in surgery,” Lu Wuqi said, steadying her mother. She calmly explained part of the situation, piecing together the truth.

“Lu Fu found out you were sick. Hearing it might cost a lot, he vanished. When the landlord came over, he saw the mess we see now.”

“The landlord called me about what to do, so I asked him to change the door and install surveillance.”

“Lu Fu also didn’t pay this quarter’s rent, but once I found out, I transferred the rent to the landlord’s account. You don’t need to worry, Mom.”

“All this happened while you were recovering, so I didn’t tell you immediately.”

“The surveillance has been here for over ten days. Only one debt collector came by—Lu Fu never showed.”

Everything Lu Wuqi said was true, but she hid her own role, subtly changing how her mother perceived the events.

Before leaving, Lu Fu had assured her, yet he turned out to be nothing but a drain on resources—leaving debts behind and causing chaos.

If he thought he couldn’t afford her medical bills, that would be one thing—but he was just a coward who ran away.

Yet before leaving, why did he destroy their home and take all the valuables? Did he even consider, for a moment, how it would affect his wife and daughter?

“Mom, don’t be sad over someone who doesn’t matter. I asked classmates from law school: if Lu Fu doesn’t come back within two years, you can file for divorce. The court will process it, and it can be finalized in as little as six months.”

“Mom, I don’t need Lu Fu. All I need is you.” Lu Wuqi’s voice softened, helping her mother gradually regain composure.

“As for debts, you don’t need to worry either—they were incurred secretly by Lu Fu. After the divorce, they’ll have nothing to do with us.” Lu Wuqi’s tone turned firm, guiding her mother’s thoughts.

“When I graduate, I’ll buy a house for you here in the capital. Then all you’ll need to do is enjoy life—shopping, cooking, and evenings spent dancing in the square or meeting new friends.”

Lu Wuqi helped her mother sit on the relatively clean sofa and asked gently, “Mom, how does this future sound to you?”

Her mother pictured the bright future Lu Wuqi described. With Lu Fu’s shadow lifted, her daughter’s path was clear.

“Yes, this is perfect, really perfect,” her mother said, silently making a decision.

Divorce. It was necessary.

No matter if Lu Fu returned or not, he would only ever be an ex-husband with no place in their lives.