Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Does It Hurt? Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Does It Hurt? Lu Qingyan felt he had made himself clear enough.
He had said it many times, but Su Ran was like a lunatic, unable to hear.
Previously, he had helped her out of respect for his savior, and he could lend her a hand.
Like when she ran out of a drinking party at the bar and bumped into him.
It was a fleeting encounter, and helping her was just a small effort for him.
But ever since Su Ran went from saying she wouldn’t contact him again to now clinging to him nonstop, he felt exceptionally annoyed. This feeling was like… like being entangled by Jiang Nanshu for three years, suffocating him.
Su Ran slowly hung her head, the dream, the dream was just too wonderful.
She dreamt that Lu Qingyan was attracted to her, and despite numerous misunderstandings, they still ended up together.
Heh, indeed a dream… so far from reality.
So far that she subconsciously blocked out the words said by Lu Qingyan, claiming he didn’t like her.
She still didn’t believe it, deep in her heart, she couldn’t.
“One last question…” Her voice was getting hoarser and hoarser.
“Yesterday… was it you…”
Lu Qingyan passed by her side and indifferently dropped two words: “No.”
Su Ran staggered.
Lu Qingyan truly disdained lying; three years ago, he had even agreed to her request because of owing her a life-saving debt. If he really had been intimate with her in any way, he couldn’t possibly be so cold; he would have taken responsibility.
She couldn’t accept that she had slept with a man whose face she didn’t even recognize, and she couldn’t find any information at the front desk, wasn’t allowed to review surveillance footage—the person who had brought her was a complete stranger.
Su Ran felt a churn in her stomach, and she rushed to the trash bin to vomit. She hadn’t eaten anything in the morning, and her tears mixed with the stomach acid, all pouring into the trash bin.
She regretted…
She should have gone with Jiang Jingcheng.
Not far away, inside a low-profile Maybach,
Bao Yan held Xu Xingwan tightly in his arms, completely ignoring her reddened eyes as he bit her lips fiercely and viciously.
Seeing this, the driver in front quickly raised the partition, isolating the noise from the backseat.
Bao Yan’s mouth ached, tasting the blood, and he then laughed, holding her chin tightly and saying in a low voice, “Dare you not go home again?”
Xu Xingwan’s eyes were bloodshot, “That’s not my home, Bao Yan, I am your sister! You can’t do this to me.”
Bao Yan’s facial features were cold and hard, and he smiled indifferently, “What does that matter? We’re not related by blood, we’ve already been together, isn’t it too late to stress this now?”
“I’ve always said it, you make me feel disgusted.”
Bao Yan’s gaze softened, as he caressed her lips, speaking faintly, “Seems like you don’t really want to go back to school. Let’s go back, and after doing it a few more days, you won’t feel disgusted anymore.”
Xu Xingwan’s lips trembled with anger. In her eyes, Bao Yan was a demon, one who imprisoned her freedom and her body.
To go back to school, she had pleaded for a long time.
She hadn’t expected that Bao Yan simply didn’t care about others’ pointing fingers, stubbornly doing things his own way.
She softened her voice, “Please, brother, let me go to school, I won’t run away again.”
“This weekend?” He glanced over with cold eyes.
Xu Xingwan struggled to say, “I’ll come back.”
After speaking, she even kissed him proactively.
Bao Yan’s mood improved, and with a smirk, he said, “Be good, and I’ll give you anything you want.”
He let Xu Xingwan out of the car, and she ran toward the school without looking back.
As if being chased by a torrential flood or a ferocious beast.
Bao Yan withdrew his gaze, knowing that Xu Xingwan could run to the ends of the earth and he would still be able to find her.
“Back to the company.”
He spoke indifferently, reverting to his usual cold and ruthless self.
His eyes swept over, then he narrowed them slightly, “Stop the car.”
The luxurious car stopped where it was.
Bao Yan gazed at Su Ran’s figure, sensing something familiar.
He took out an envelope from the side, which contained several photos.
Photos of Jiang Yisen going to meet Fang Minghe for a business talk.
There were some of Fenglin Villa and some at the doorstep of Nightlife.
And in one of those photos, Jiang Yisen was holding a woman, and even with only half a face visible, Bao Yan recognized her instantly.
Because she looked too innocent, the exact type Jiang Yisen loved the most.
The beautiful secretary he had placed inside the Jian Family had been inexplicably fired and no company dared to hire her, even though she was almost successful in seducing Jiang Yisen.
He didn’t know what got into Jiang Yisen; firing the innocent secretary just like that, costing him a close spying eye, making it difficult for him to monitor Jiang Yisen’s project progress and to steal his company’s secrets.
And now, he was even trying to persuade Fang Minghe to fully cooperate with him. If the Fang and Jiang families were on the same side, it could be dangerous for him.
His ambition was great: to merge with the Jiang Family, surpass the Lu Family, and become the new top-tier family in Beijing.
Bao Yan rolled down his car window, smoking, as he watched Su Ran’s retreating figure, another plan materialized in his mind.
Then he opened the car door, got out, and walked over to her, offering a tissue, “Miss Su, right?”
Su Ran looked stunned at the sudden appearance of the unfamiliar man.
Warily, she didn’t take the tissue from him.
Bao Yan didn’t care, his expression indifferent, “Let me introduce myself; I’m Bao Yan from the Bo Group.”
Su Ran’s pupils dilated slightly; the name Bao Yan was very well-known in Beijing.
He had a background not inferior to the Jiang Family.
“Mr. Bo, hello. May I ask what you want?” Su Ran stood up straight, neither humble nor arrogant.
Bao Yan’s features remained hard, yet the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile as he pulled out a business card from his suit pocket and handed it to her, “I have a matter I would like to collaborate with you on; the condition is I can fulfill any one wish of yours. If you’re interested, come to the Bo Group to find me. I’ll give you one day to consider it—no waiting beyond that.”
Su Ran held the business card tightly, dazed as she watched Bao Yan walk away.
The Maybach drove off, Su Ran looked at the card, and somewhat irritatedly, she threw it on the ground.
What did he take her for?
Giving her one day to decide.
Did rich people enjoy lording over others this much?
In the end, Su Ran still picked up the business card and tucked it into her bag.
She found the closest pharmacy, bought birth control pills, the bitterness of the medication not as bad as the sourness in her heart.
She vowed to herself that she would stand out, that those who had let her down would live to regret it.
The messages on Lu Qingyan’s phone never stopped.
All were from Jiang Yunchuan, including photos of Jiang Yisen meeting with Cheng An’s brother, Cheng Rui.
There were also images of Beijing People’s Hospital, the operation room’s red light that kept shining, and outside were the parents of Cheng An.
Madam Cheng, in tears over how Cheng An was injured, her eyes swollen, nearly cried herself to death.
Mouth uttering threats to severely punish Jiang Nanshu, the “demon.”
Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang probably knew about the news by now, it was uncertain whether they were at the hospital to quell the Cheng family’s fury or to press Jiang Nanshu to apologize to the Cheng family.
Thinking this, Lu Qingyan changed direction and made for the Broadcasting Department.
Was Jiang Nanshu injured too?
As her fiancé in name, he ought to check in on her, right?
Finding a reasonable excuse for himself, people were attending “News Editing and Production,” and so Lu Qingyan waited outside the Broadcasting classroom for over ten minutes.
Until the class ended.
For Lu Qingyan to show up, the entire Broadcasting Department first class reacted as if they had seen a ghost.
Usually, it was only Jiang Nanshu who would run to the Finance Department; it was the first time for Lu Qingyan to visit Broadcasting.
Someone couldn’t resist calling to the back, “Jiang Nanshu, your fiancé is here.”
Jiang Nanshu was groggy with sleep; indeed, she was more interested in Physics and Mathematics.
Hearing someone shouting, she lifted her head and muttered, “What’s that?”
[A fiancé also has legs, and he’s not the emperor, waiting for me to go out and greet him?]
Her eyes met with Lu Qingyan, who stood at the door.
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
[Also, why is he not searching for Su Ran’s whereabouts and coming to me instead! Is it to accuse me of something?]
Lu Qingyan walked directly in, and those who were leaving the classroom pretended to come back to find things, sat at their desks, and watched the drama unfold.
He stopped beside Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Nanshu became entirely alert.
[What is he doing! Why such a fierce look! It’s not like I told someone to sexually proposition Su Ran!]
She blinked her almond-shaped eyes, irritation welling up in her expression, “I really don’t know where Su Ran is; can you stop coming to ask me? Her disappearance has nothing to do with me.”
Jiang Nanshu could admit to the things she had done.
But for what she hadn’t done, she would never confess, even in death.
She could hand over leverage against herself, but she wouldn’t let anyone slander her!
“I know,” Lu Qingyan sighed softly.
He reached out and took her fair hand, noticing a knife cut on the side. She had casually wiped it with paper, not letting others see, now it had scabbed over and turned red.
Lu Qingyan’s gaze lingered on her wound for a long time.
Until she struggled, he gripped a little tighter.
“Does it hurt?”