Lu Jingchen’s brows furrowed slightly as he took out a cigarette and a lighter from the storage compartnt in front of the car. With a ’click’, he lit the cigarette in his hand and took a drag, his gaze dimly fixed on the brightly lit villa in front of him that he couldn’t quite see into.
Xi Mohan looked at Lu Jingchen’s somber deanor, imdiately becoming angry, unable to suppress a scornful chuckle. He spoke directly and dissatisfied, "What the hell do you want to do? Just sit here in the car smoking by yourself, making stand in the rain with an umbrella waiting for you?"
Xi Mohan looked at Lu Jingchen’s eyes as if the man in front of him had committed an unforgivable sin, his voice tinged with a light anger and extre indifference, "I left my woman and ca all the way here for you, just say what you want to say directly, I don’t have all day to waste here with you."
Lu Jingchen’s eyes half-closed, his handso face showing a mix of light and shadow, he indifferently said, "You can go, just leave your n behind for , that’s fine."
Xi Mohan raised his eyebrows, his lips curling into a sarcastic smile. "Leave them for you so that I can co over tomorrow and collect their corpses?"
Lu Jingchen tossed away the cigarette in his hand, his gaze towards Xi Mohan was cold and devoid of any emotion, "Your n will be returned to you unhard."
Xi Mohan spoke coolly, "I trust your character, but... I don’t trust that man inside."
Jingchen is an old brother of many years, of course, he can be trusted. But that man inside may not be a stranger, his character is really not that great. Xi Mohan naturally believes that Jingchen wouldn’t do anything, but what if Chu Munan makes a move?
The torrential rain showed no sign of stopping, pounding down, hitting the car windows and the umbrella held by the man, and even so rain drifted into the car, falling onto the man. Amidst all this, Lu Jingchen seed indifferent, continuing to smoke.
Xi Mohan stood there, one hand holding a black umbrella. Even though it was large enough, the pouring rain drenched his trouser legs, darkening his expression even further.
With a gentle and indifferent voice, Xi Mohan coldly looked at him, his gaze landed on Zuo Yuqing, who had been silent in the passenger seat all along, "What does that man want? Just give it to him. Otherwise, between your wife and your little true love, it’s ti to make a decision, Lu Jingchen when did you beco so naggy?"
Zuo Yuqing heard Xi Mohan’s words and her gaze suddenly turned to him, her eyes revealing disbelief as pale as death. Her lips twitched, but in the end, she didn’t say anything and instead looked towards Lu Jingchen.
They had been in the car for over half an hour since arriving at the villa, and she knew that Chu Munan was inside that villa. These few ters were not far away, but for Zuo Yuqing, this short distance felt like the separation between heaven and hell.
Between Lu Jingchen’s brows was visible irritation, he indifferently said, "Things are not as simple as you think."
The man sarcastically laughed, seemingly impatient from standing there, Xi Mohan even lifted his foot and kicked the car door, speaking indifferently, "Hurry and deal with whatever it is, I need to get back to work."
Lu Jingchen glanced at him and eventually threw away his cigarette, opened the car door, and got out, suddenly standing under the sa umbrella with Xi Mohan.
Xi Mohan looked displeased, his view of Lu Jingchen sowhat disdainful, directly thrust the umbrella into his hands, and coldly said, "Hold it yourself."
The two n standing under the sa umbrella looked slightly odd, not to ntion what he thought himself, it depended on how others saw it.
Lu Jingchen didn’t say much and took the umbrella handed to him by Xi Mohan, holding it himself, while Xi Mohan’s subordinates handed him another umbrella which he opened and held for himself as he stepped back.
Lu Jingchen’s expression darkened imdiately, his voice devoid of any emotion as he looked at Xi Mohan and coolly said, "You dislike ?"
Xi Mohan’s expression unchanged, he patted the rain off his suit, stating directly, "I do more than dislike you. I really don’t know if getting married turns people dumb, making you look as if you’re not all there. Deal with it quickly, I don’t want to stand here getting soaked with you."
Lu Jingchen looked grave, his unfriendly gaze on the man who had walked to the side of the car, picking up his phone to make a call.
The other didn’t even glance at him, holding the phone and dialing a number, speaking indifferently, "Go to the hospital and keep an eye on Ning Wan, don’t let her leave the hospital even for a mont, and by the way, arrange for so people to protect her covertly."
The person on the other end of the phone imdiately acknowledged, and he hung up the call, then walked back to Lu Jingchen’s side, looking at the villa being washed by the heavy rain, his brow slightly furrowed, "Shall we negotiate?"
Just standing here wouldn’t solve the problems at hand; it seed very passive. Sooner or later they would have to face it head-on, so it might as well be now, so that he could also go back to the hospital.
During this period, being inseparable from Ning Wan, Xi Mohan had developed an unchangeable habit. It was only after seeing Ning Wan asleep that he felt at ease to deal with other things or to sleep himself, always worried that one day the woman would disappear. Thus, he had arranged for people to secretly protect her.
What’s called protection also includes a kind of surveillance.
Despite having arranged for protection, Xi Mohan was still sowhat uneasy, insisting on seeing with his own eyes to be reassured.
...
Within the mansion, Song Qiao and Yu Xia sat on a loveseat, while Chu Munan was seated opposite them on a single sofa, squinting his eyes—it was unknown whether he had fallen asleep or was simply resting with his eyes closed.
At this mont, Song Qiao’s feelings were no longer as complicated as before. Perhaps due to the prolonged ti, her previous worries, unease, and fear had been eroded, and she no longer took the initiative to question what that man truly intended to do.
Because she knew well that no matter how she asked, she would never get the truth about that man’s real purpose for being here.
However, one thing was crystal clear: that man truly had so grudge or tanglent with Lu Jingchen.
"Boss." Jack, on guard at the entrance, saw the situation outside and ran over to Chu Munan’s side. With an unchanged expression and an indifferent tone, he began, "Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan have both arrived, and they are outside right now."
His voice wasn’t loud but it was enough for everyone on the first floor of the villa to hear.
Upon hearing that Lu Jingchen had arrived, Song Qiao was slightly startled, almost subconsciously turning her head toward the entrance, but then she rembered the door had been closed.
Even more unsettled than her was Yu Xia by her side. Yu Xia also heard from Jack that Xi Mohan had arrived, and her half-closed eyes imdiately opened wide, brightening with a light that surfaced abruptly, wanting to stand up and rush outside.
Seeing Yu Xia’s movent, Chu Munan’s indifferent eyes suddenly flashed with a cold intent, staring at her coldly with a very clear fleeting murderous aura.
With quick reactions, Song Qiao promptly grabbed Yu Xia and lowered her voice, "Yu Xia, what are you doing? Stay calm."
The black-clothed guards around them, seeing Yu Xia’s movents, subconsciously aid their guns at her, but in the next second, they saw Chu Munan’s hand gesture for them to lower their weapons.
Yu Xia seed to realize the situation and upon looking up, saw Chu Munan’s murderous gaze directed at her, which made her involuntarily shrink her neck and let out an awkward chuckle, sitting down, "Hehe... I just needed to use the restroom urgently."
"Anna, accompany Miss Yu Xia to the restroom," the man ordered indifferently, his expression unchanged.
Imdiately, the only female guard among the group approached, "Yes, boss." Then she looked at Yu Xia with an indifferent tone devoid of any warmth, as if she were a machine, "Miss Yu Xia, please follow ."
Yu Xia, "..." I was just making an excuse; I didn’t actually need to go to the bathroom.
But she had to own up to the lie she told, so she begrudgingly stood up and followed Anna toward the restroom.
Chu Munan then turned his gaze back to Song Qiao, who sat with her back straight and began with a smirk, "Mrs. Lu, would you like to guess whether your husband ca to save you or to save another woman?"
Song Qiao was taken aback, looking at the man across from her who was sowhat pale, yet she spoke with a hint of confusion, "I don’t understand what you an, what do you an by ’saving another woman’?"
"Mrs. Lu doesn’t know?" Chu Munan laughed, his gaze fixed on her, with the top buttons of his shirt undone revealing bandages on his chest. His eyes intently watched every subtle change in Song Qiao’s expression, "Mr. Lu is quite interested in my woman; otherwise, he wouldn’t have abandoned you and refused to return my little pet to . Mrs. Lu, your position now is quite precarious."
"Are you talking about Zuo Yuqing?" Song Qiao blurted out, the first person that ca to her mind was directly spoken aloud.
For so reason, the first person Song Qiao thought of was Zuo Yuqing.
Chu Munan did not expect Song Qiao to guess so directly and was slightly taken aback before laughing, "So Mrs. Lu does know. Now I feel that your marriage is not so simple after all."
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