It was raining outside. Mo Wenwan held an umbrella, standing behind him in a long white dress, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her oval-shaped face was pale as snow.
Lu Qing spoke coolly:
"Why are you here?"
"I wanted to visit Mr. Jiu, but for so reason, he’s angry with and won’t let into Liyuan."
She lightly bit her lips, looking sowhat pitiful. Lu Qing noticed her thin attire and said:
"Get in the car, I’ll take you ho."
Mo Wenwan finally smiled, a radiant expression like a blossoming lily, evoking pity. Once she got into the car, she sneezed several tis, shivering and hugging herself:
"Brother Qing, it’s so cold."
Little Sixth was driving. He glanced at the woman—wait! Judging by this scene, she was deliberately acting cold to stir up Young Master Lu’s sympathy!
He imdiately took off his own jacket and respectfully said:
"Miss Mo, since you’re cold, if you don’t mind, please wear my jacket."
Mo Wenwan’s mouth twitched, and a flicker of disdain flashed in her eyes. She glanced at Lu Qing. Seeing that he didn’t intend to take off his own coat, she reluctantly accepted Little Sixth’s, murmuring her thanks:
"Thank you."
In front of Lu Qing, she acted elegantly and with a touch of bashful humility. In a soft voice, she said:
"Brother Qing, all these years, my illness has made you worry so much. Without by your side, have you been well?"
Lu Qing’s expression was a bit cold: "Quite well."
Mo Wenwan noticed his indifference and grew anxious, though her face conveyed a mix of nostalgia and lancholy:
"Brother Qing, if these past years it had been by your side, wouldn’t things be different now?"
Lu Qing stared at her face, briefly lost in mories of their childhood. Seeing this, Mo Wenwan sensed an opening and quickly continued:
"It’s my fault for being frail. If only I’d known back then—I shouldn’t have feared dragging you down or rushed overseas. I shouldn’t have had to watch helplessly as you married soone else. I thought you wouldn’t fall for anyone else. Brother Qing, I was too confident."
Saying this, she began sobbing uncontrollably and threw herself at him. Lu Qing stiffened and instinctively tried to push her away, but she held him even tighter:
"Is it possible, Brother Qing, that you won’t even hold ? Just think of as your sister and love a little, will you?"
A woman’s tears are always the most potent. Mo Wenwan greedily clung to him, inhaling his scent. This man—he was what she wanted, and he must belong to her!
Besides, he didn’t push her away, did he?
As long as she captured his heart and planned carefully, she might still succeed. Brother Qing still held so compassion for her!
"Brother Qing, I don’t want anything anymore. Just care for . I don’t care if you have a wife; I only care about your heart. As long as your heart has , I’ll be satisfied."
Lu Qing suddenly pulled his hand free and coldly shoved her away, his gaze frosty, tinged with ice:
"Apart from Miao Miao, no other woman resides in my heart. Please respect yourself. Little Sixth, take Miss Mo ho."
The car stopped. He pushed open the door and was about to step out when Mo Wenwan grabbed his hand again, her face filled with panic and despair:
"Do you really feel nothing for anymore?"
Lu Qing’s face darkened as he pulled his hand away, his tone flat and emotionless:
"I never have."
Liar! If he hadn’t cared, why would he have sent her abroad for treatnt? Could a man truly be so heartless when he decides to be cruel?
"You..."
With a sharp bang, the car door slamd shut. Little Sixth imdiately floored the accelerator, speeding off, muttering under his breath about how clingy this woman was. She had to be sent away quickly!
Unbalanced, Mo Wenwan’s nose smacked hard against the front seat!
"What kind of driving is that?!"
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