Lu Qingyan was explaining, trying to make Jiang Nanshu understand him.
Everything he did was for her.
Even if it meant killing someone, as long as Jiang Nanshu was happy, he would be happy.
Wasn’t she determined to go back for revenge even if it meant death?
He made the person she hated die, so why was she unhappy?
Look at Zhou Yanbai.
Everyone thought that he accidentally fallen from the stairs and stabbed himself to death.
What a perfect crime! No one even noticed that he was involved.
Look at Chu Muxi.
How hateful she was!
Disgusting and stupid, she’d risk her life to get close to him at the slightest beckoning.
Now look what’s happened, she had been tortured to the point of near death by him.
After Chu Muxi’s death, he had already picked out the next person.
Someone who had insulted and hurt Jiang Nanshu. Su Ran, Cheng An, Song Shizhao, who was about to be released from prison, and the entire Song family—one by one, they would have their turn.
He was helping her get revenge, but she didn’t seem happy.
Jiang Nanshu pushed him out, slammed the door shut, and didn’t say another word to him.
Lu Qingyan picked up the ring again and went into the bedroom.
That evening, Lu Qingyan knocked on the door: “Nan Nan, dinner’s ready. Even if you’re angry with me, you have to think about your stomach, right?”
“Nan Nan, you haven’t eaten all day. Come out quickly.”
There was no response from inside.
Lu Qingyan looked at the lock.
He turned to get the spare key.
He twisted the door twice, but it wouldn’t open.
The lock had been changed.
He had a hundred ways to force the lock open, but he ultimately refrained from doing so.
He couldn’t frighten her.
Lu Qingyan grabbed his coat and went straight out.
After he left, Jiang Nanshu opened the door.
She went downstairs to eat.
The maid, seeing that she had finally come out, quickly served her food.
Jiang Nanshu was indeed hungry.
She ate heartily.
After finishing her meal, a look of confusion crossed Jiang Nanshu’s eyes.
She had entered a dead end.
If he continued like this, something bad would happen sooner or later.
However, Lu Qingyan did not listen to her.
He didn’t even trust her anymore.
Jiang Nanshu looked up at the light above her head.
What should she do?
…
A luxury car was discreetly parked at the Imperial View Villa.
This was the house he had sold to Jiang Nanshu for five million, and it still belonged to her.
This house held their beautiful yet shattered memories.
So Jiang Nanshu didn’t want this place anymore, just like she didn’t want the ring.
Lu Qingyan had a cigarette between his teeth, taking only light puffs.
His suit jacket was casually draped over his shoulders.
It was raining outside.
His short hair was a little wet and hung listlessly on his forehead.
He unlocked the villa with his fingerprint, and the air that rushed in was rather cold.
Lu Qingyan felt much warmer after turning on the lights.
His gaze fell on the sofa in the living room, recalling the snowy night a few years ago when she made the snow rose. It was as if Jiang Nanshu was still curled up here, feeling cold.
In the end, he softened and brought a blanket to cover her.
Seeing her warm and relaxed expression, he smiled inexplicably beside her.
Her beautiful hands were red from the cold.
He took some ointment and applied it to her hands without letting her know.
He was afraid that Jiang Nanshu would stab him again.
That experience was truly painful.
That night, after taking the drug, he realized that he had been tricked.
He could only force himself to stay rational, but unexpectedly, Jiang Nanshu appeared before him, and in her cold eyes, he could not see a trace of affection for him.
Later, he considered cutting his arm with a piece of broken glass to keep himself awake. He still wanted to ask Jiang Nanshu; he was so unwilling to accept it. Perhaps he could still wait for her to come back; she was just in a bad mood, and he wanted to understand her.
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