Free Web NovelChapter 906: Chapter 340: If Only We Could Look Back on the Years (Part 9)_4
"Wait a minute."
A faint voice sounded behind her.
Shen Weiyi stopped and turned around, unexpectedly meeting a pair of dark, enigmatic eyes.
The endless darkness swirling in the man’s pupils made her heart skip a beat.
Shen Weiyi thought he had changed his mind, so she couldn’t speak for a moment, but her intertwined fingers showed her anxiety.
If he asked her to clarify, she wouldn’t have a reason to refuse.
Lu Huai’an still retained the demeanor he had when he first entered, and even in a lazy, casual posture, he conveyed a sense of distance that was hard to bridge.
His sharply defined features were cold and indifferent, the quiet black eyes aloof and silent. His gaze finally rested on Shen Weiyi, yet that cold stare made her somewhat apprehensive.
His thin lips parted slightly, asking with no inflection, "That day, was it really Lin Chu who pushed?"
Shen Weiyi’s body stiffened.
On this scorching summer day, it seemed a chill climbed from her heels all the way up to the back of her neck, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
She unconsciously lowered her head, fleeing from the intense and oppressive gaze.
She managed to portray her nervousness as a difficult recollection, "That day, I went home to fetch something and saw Lin Chu and aunt arguing at the stairway. I actually didn’t hear what they were saying, just noticed that Lin Chu’s expression seemed off."
She paused, her gaze dropped with even more fierceness, her hand gripping the bag strap tightened instinctively.
"Aunt has such a good temper, she’d never easily get angry with anyone, so I spoke a few words to Lin Chu. Maybe she was angry at that time and didn’t think much of it. It was really an accident, though she’s used to being spoiled, she’s not bad-hearted, just... Aunt, I’m sorry Huai’an, I have a part in it too."
These words weren’t Shen Weiyi’s first time saying them.
From the moment she woke up, questions were continuously asked of her.
The first was Lu Zhengmao, the second was Old Master Lu, and Lu Huai’an was the third.
That’s how she always told it.
The situation was more or less like that, except that the roles were reversed.
Lu Huai’an’s silence made Shen Weiyi increasingly nervous, but she had always been characterized by a cool and detached demeanor, without showing much emotion.
The man’s gaze was deep and penetrating, as if he could peer through her skull to see everything.
"The people who kidnapped you, they weren’t after money or lust, so what were their motives?"
Lu Huai’an didn’t continue, changing the topic.
This allowed Shen Weiyi’s tense nerves some relief, otherwise she wouldn’t have known how long she could withstand such a stare.
On the day Lin Zongjun had his accident, Shen Weiyi was kidnapped and taken to a remote village.
Thus, Lu Huai’an only appeared three days later, looking travel-worn, with heavy red veins in his eyes, still wearing the same clothes he had when Lin Chu met him at the Lu Family three days earlier.
Lin Zongjun died by jumping off a building and was only discovered the next morning by passing pedestrians. Lin Chu lay unconscious amid the blood; Lu Huai’an saw this scene in the police-taken photos.
Just from a few static images, he seemed to witness the dense, unfathomable sorrow and despair.
Reality was even more tragic than the photos.
Later, he realized that when he was rushing to rescue Shen Weiyi, the sudden pain in his heart already meant he had lost Lin Chu.
Perhaps, he’d spend his whole life unable to find her again.
...
Shen Weiyi pursed her lips and explained in a low voice, "Shaozhi has already investigated, that person has psychological issues. The police found... found many photos of me at his residence, basically all taken secretly."
Once she spoke to this point, it was already clear.
An obsessed, twisted admirer of a goddess, driven by a sick sense of possession caused the kidnapping.
Since she safely returned, she hadn’t seen much of Lu Huai’an; her matters were all handled by Gu Shaozhi. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Lu Huai’an just looked at her, as before, without questioning her words or showing any concern.
His deep eyes seemed soaked in endless darkness, complex and difficult to discern.
Finally, he simply said faintly, "It’s late, be careful on your way."
Shen Weiyi nodded, responding softly, "Mm, you should get some rest early."
She walked out of the apartment, and as the door closed, her palms were covered in cold sweat, her stiff body took a while to return to normal.
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Lu Huai’an’s life seemed to have returned to normal, the initial near-mad search faded away, as if the person who left his life wasn’t that important after all.
He carried on with work and social engagements, but he never went home again.
Neither he nor Shen Weiyi clarified their ’relationship’ in public, even though they rarely appeared together, everyone naturally assumed they were a couple.
The past was ultimately just the past.
Ji Wanxia, the fallen heiress, climbed up to Gu Shaozhi, such tabloid news was known by nearly everyone in An City. The gossip crowd just thought Mr. Gu was having a fling, considering Miss Ji’s face is indeed quite alluring.
This was the sixty-sixth day since Lin Chu disappeared from An City.
Lu Huai’an was called to the bar by Gu Shaozhi’s phone.
Not many people were in the room, mostly Gu Shaozhi’s friends, Lu Huai’an arrived last, later than the big star Shen Weiyi.
Gu Shaozhi had his arm around Ji Wanxia’s slim waist, lounging casually on the sofa, exuding an air of arrogant elegance.
"This is Mrs. Gu, although you all know her, different status requires reintroduction, be more perceptive from now on."
The meaning was quite clear.
The young masters in the room began to tease, but Ji Wanxia sitting beside Gu Shaozhi maintained an indifferent attitude, seemingly not fond of such settings.
Lu Huai’an’s gaze swept over Ji Wanxia’s gentle and clean face, then glanced at Gu Shaozhi, remarking faintly, "You’re quite fast."
Gu Shaozhi casually swirled his wine glass, a slight smile at the corner of his lips, "If I like her, I should marry her sooner."
Ji Wanxia lowered her head slightly, appearing docile, yet there was sarcasm in her eyes.
Like her?
Ha...
Lu Huai’an was the last to arrive but the first to leave, everyone thought Shen Weiyi would leave with him, but when Lu Huai’an got up, he only greeted Gu Shaozhi and nothing more.
The entire evening, just like Ji Wanxia, there was only silence from Shen Weiyi.
She showed no disappointment or embarrassment, still carrying the aura of a cold and noble goddess.
Lu Huai’an had been drinking, his driver was his confidant Lun Jun.
The car was quiet, but the Riverfront Apartment was filled with even heavier silence.
In the past, when she was still here, the apartment was always lit when he returned late from work, it was a mark of waiting.
She would hear the door open, leap from the sofa like a sprite into his arms, feigning anger as she questioned where he’d been fooling around...
Occasionally, when she was really tired, she’d fall asleep waiting, he’d carry her upstairs, she clung to him like an octopus, murmuring in her sleep...
Many, many things.
And now, only coldness and emptiness remained.
Those images peeled back the flesh during the most desolate drunkenness, transforming into sharp claws that tore at his heart.
"Brother Huai’an, I really like you so much, when will you marry me?"
"Lu Huai’an, why wasn’t it you who died?"
