Ji Niandong reached out, tracing the lines of the sketch through the glass fra with her fingers, as if feeling each stroke she once made.
"Husband, I seem to feel how earnest I was when drawing it. I usually sketch casually at ho, but rarely do portraits. And I drew it so well. If you hadn’t told , I wouldn’t believe I drew this." She turned to look at Lu Beichen, "Husband, I was so dedicated to drawing this for you, how could I possibly have had no feelings for you then?"
Lu Beichen’s heart trembled, and he reached out to hold her shoulder. Back then... did she have feelings for him?
Wasn’t it mostly gratitude for his help back then?
Lu Beichen dared not respond to her, so he just said, "You really put your heart into it back then. You spent the whole afternoon drawing!"
He took a breath and continued, "The night I was drugged, you were delivering the frad picture, but it shattered the mont you entered. I had it refrad later."
"Where have you kept it all this ti? Why didn’t you ever show it to ?"
"I left it in Paris out of anger back then. Since I’m a VIP guest, the hotel managed it until now, when I ca to collect it. Thankfully, it’s still intact!" Lu Beichen sighed slightly.
"Angry?" Ji Niandong furrowed her brows slightly, "Husband, did I do sothing to anger you back then?"
"It wasn’t you!"
The morning after that night, Lu Beichen woke late, rembering the events of last night. A glance at the empty bedside made his heart jolt, though traces of their passion remained un-erased.
The ssy bed highlighted by a glaring red disrupted his thoughts with anxiety.
Scanning the surroundings, he got up and walked out, confirming she had left, only shards of glass at the entrance with a hint of blood remaining!
The sketch was drowned in the smashed fra!
Was it really her?
Recalling her trembling fear and cries last night, a wave of panic washed over his heart.
Her shoes remained here, shards with blood? Did she cut her foot?
Unease and rage surged within Lu Beichen. After quickly changing clothes, he hurried out, noticing the missed call.
Returning the call, he heard his secretary say, "Boss, there was indeed sothing in the wine Miss Gu brought last night!"
Lu Beichen’s anger skyrocketed, reaching an unprecedented level!
"Help find Tong Nian, that girl we t last ti!"
"Okay, Boss!"
As soon as the call ended, Lu Beichen was driving straight to the Gu Family’s house. Though Gu Xiyao had invited him several tis before, he directly went there today alone, arriving at the villa door.
He hurried inside, his face stern and deanor threatening.
Gu Xiyao, who had been dressing up ticulously at ho for their lunch together, happily descended the stairs to welco him, hearing he had arrived at the Gu Family.
"Little Uncle, why are you here today?" She still wore a peaceful smile.
As soon as she approached Lu Beichen, he gripped her arm and asked, "Was it you?"
His indifferent tone and murderous glare were different from usual, causing Gu Xiyao to beco nervous, "Little Uncle, what’s wrong?"
She tried her best to stay calm, nearly breaking down in face of Lu Beichen’s deanor!
"Last night’s wine, did you drug ?" Lu Beichen asked, enunciating each word.
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