Chapter 141: Chapter 141 Delusional Disorder is an Illness, It Needs Treatment Chapter 141: Chapter 141 Delusional Disorder is an Illness, It Needs Treatment The voice message was very brief.
Lu Qingyan parked the car by the roadside.
His fingertips scrolled up and paused on a transaction Su Ran had transferred to him nearly a month ago.
During that period, Su Ran had also sent him many messages, but this WeChat account hadn’t been used for a long time, so he hadn’t seen anything Su Ran sent.
He exited and directly deactivated the account.
He drove toward Jing University.
…
At eleven in the morning, in a hotel in Beijing.
Su Ran woke up from a nightmare, lying in bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling, and realizing this wasn’t her home. She looked nervously around, saw it was a hotel room, sat up abruptly, and felt a sharp pain in her waist.
Memories of the previous night slowly returned, her face pale, she looked at her reflection on the LCD screen in front of her, naked, the bruises and kiss marks on her fair skin particularly noticeable.
She had slept with a man yesterday.
The plum blossoms embroidered on the white sheets painfully pricked her heart.
She remembered it was Lu Qingyan, yes, Lu Qingyan…
Where was her mobile phone?
Su Ran, enduring the pain, searched for her mobile phone and found it was out of power. She hurriedly dressed and went to find a charger.
This was her newly replaced phone, the previous one had broken.
So, when it powered on, her phone exploded with messages causing it nearly to crash.
The person who called and messaged her the most was Cheng An, followed by her agent Amy, who had called twenty times at eight in the morning, leaving her a message: “Fend for yourself!”
It then struck Su Ran, she was supposed to attend the auditions for Director Wen’s lead female role drama today, but it was already eleven, and she had missed the registration time. Even if she went now, she probably wouldn’t be able to get in.
At this moment, these messages weren’t as urgently needed as figuring out who the man from last night was.
With trembling hands, she found Lu Qingyan’s WeChat, where there was a message from her, unreplied.
She remembered she had made a voice call.
Lu Qingyan had answered, so why was there no record?
She sent Lu Qingyan a message which immediately bounced back with the grey words “The recipient cannot receive messages.”
Her phone fell powerless onto the bed, tears dropping heavily onto it.
He had deactivated this WeChat, but why… wasn’t he the man last night?
Why didn’t Lu Qingyan want her anymore?
She needed to get some answers.
But her rationality continually tugged at her nerves, telling her that last night’s man wasn’t Lu Qingyan.
She convinced herself that the call history had been accidentally deleted, as she had only called him yesterday.
After washing up, Su Ran put on a mask and hat and left the hotel.
The sunlight outside shone on her, but she still shivered from the cold, tears unceasingly flowing.
She now desperately hoped that the man was indeed Lu Qingyan, otherwise, she couldn’t go on.
Sitting in the taxi, she remembered the nightmare she had had the previous night.
She dreamed that she was the female protagonist of the world, the darling of fate, the epitome of beauty, a sensational star, with all the desirable men as her subjects…
But as the golden fate dissipated, she slowly moved towards mediocrity. What sensationalism, what desirable men—all had nothing to do with her. In the end, she even went to prison and died because of her jealousy and framing someone else.
The dream was blurry. Su Ran rubbed her brow and thought about her own situation with a self-deprecating laugh.
If she had been the female protagonist, she wouldn’t have ended up like this.
She didn’t even know who the man she had slept with was.
She felt resentment and regret in her heart.
Was it Jiang Nanshu’s brother who was going to take her to the hospital yesterday?
Why didn’t he decisively take her away?
At this thought, Su Ran’s tears fell again as she threw out that bit of resentment from her heart—she could not lash out at others.
After arriving at Jing University, Su Ran stood at the entrance and looked up at the golden letters of the university’s name.
If she hadn’t gone abroad, she would have studied here too.
A car stopping interrupted her thoughts.
She turned around and saw Lu Qingyan getting out of a Land Rover, parking it in a spot outside the university.
When Lu Qingyan saw Su Ran, he wasn’t surprised. If she had truly disappeared, she should just have been reported missing; finding him was useless.
He subtly shifted his gaze and walked towards the school because it was class time and few people were outside.
Su Ran stepped forward and took off her mask. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen, and her pale face looked fragile as she looked at him.
Lu Qingyan was forced to stand still. “What do you want?”
His voice was even, his usual tone.
But to Su Ran, it felt cold, not at all like the gentle Lu Qingyan of the past. Why couldn’t he stay unchanged?
Her face pale, she forced a smile, her voice a bit hoarse, “Lu Qingyan, I have three questions for you.”
“No time.” Lu Qingyan said and moved to walk past her.
But Su Ran stubbornly blocked his path. “First question, did you become like this because of me?”
Lu Qingyan gave her a meaningless glance, saw her defiant look, and chuckled, “Su Ran, delusions are a disease. They need to be treated.”
Su Ran’s lips tightened. The midday sun was shimmering. The radiant light in her heart, like the scorching sun, was moving farther from her.
She blinked back tears: “Second question, is Jiang Nanshu a tool for your revenge against me? You can associate with such a malicious person but disdain me. Are you blaming me for leaving three years ago?”
Lu Qingyan was silent for a long time.
Long enough that a light almost reignited in Su Ran’s eyes.
Thinking of Jiang Nanshu, for the first time clearly in his mind, he even found her haughty demeanor rather cute.
He formed a faint smile, “Jiang Nanshu is fine. I don’t need to use someone else to retaliate. She is not the tool of revenge you think she is, and my dealings with her are none of your business, Su Ran. I agreed to your requests three years ago because of a life-saving debt, but I didn’t expect that, in comparison to a promise, you would want money more.”
He paused momentarily, then continued, “You could have just told me honestly, I would have given it to you—30 million, 50 million, whatever amount you wanted, I would find a way to give it to you.”
Su Ran shook her head, tears dropping to the ground, sobbing, “I’m not. It’s really not about the money. That money saved someone’s life… Lu Qingyan, you have to believe me, I liked you…”
Lu Qingyan’s gaze faded, looking at her as if she were a stranger, “Su Ran, do you remember what I said to you at the airport three years ago?”
Su Ran stepped back, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
“I told you to give back the 30 million. The life-saving debt was mine to owe, not my family’s. Even if I lost the title of Young Master of the Lu Family, I would still earn 30 million to repay you, just needed some time. Your choice to leave wasn’t because you liked me; you had bigger interests waiting for you to claim. Don’t make this love sound so pure and fearless. We were never together from the start, and I never liked you.”
“And stay away from Jiang Nanshu. Don’t get close to her.”