In Mo Yan’s eyes, as long as Lu Yinchu was willing, he could protect Nanxi very well, so well that no one, including Han Qing, would ever have the chance to get close to her, let alone harm her!
But Lu Yinchu would not do that, because he knew that confining a person’s body and confining a person’s soul were two completely different things!
Lu Yinchu’s idea was to help Nanxi become a truly free person, and to love him freely!
For a moment, Mo Yan didn’t know what to say. He had many ideas about love, but compared to Lu Yinchu, they were insignificant!
Having followed Lu Yinchu for many years, he couldn’t guarantee that he fully understood him, but as long as Lu Yinchu was willing to let him understand, a few words of hint would be enough!
Lu Yinchu’s approach was right. If Nanxi couldn’t put herself in an equal position to love Lu Yinchu, even if she looked very happy under Lu Yinchu’s protection.
But that kind of happiness, to her, was like a bubble floating in the air, it wouldn’t last!
It wasn’t the happiness she wanted!
With a sigh, he heard the cold voice of the man behind him, ordering softly, "Drive!"
When Han Shaojing received a call from Han Qing, he had just left the restaurant. Seeing the number, he hesitated. He didn’t want to answer!
Suppressing a certain pain in his heart, his soul felt cold. He remembered calling Lu Yinchu in the morning, it was more like him venting alone.
He said, Yinchu, do you know? I used to like Xiaoyue so much. From the first time I saw her, I liked her. I thought I would always like her, and I will never like any other woman in my life because I thought we would have a future... But in reality, there is none!
After she left, in others’ eyes, I am still that flirtatious Han Shaojing, still entertaining myself in the romantic ambiance, my love flow is no less than Mo Yan’s intense love!
But, have any of you ever thought about it? I don’t have the sweet past with Xiaoyue as a sustenance for life, how can I be intensely in love? It seems that my fake intense love would be pitiful and laughable!
I loved, but I have never been loved in return. So even if I lose it, none of you would notice!
Do you know? Mo Yan only lost once, but I, I lost twice. The first time was when she rejected me and chose Mo Yan, the second time, she rejected this world, chose to leave me far away...
Yinchu, sometimes I wonder, if Xiaoyue had loved me and accepted me, would there be so much sadness afterward? Could we all have been happy? I feel even more distressed thinking , uncontrollably distressed...
With a forced smile, Han Shaojing’s eyes were filled with darkness. He felt like a coward. He was one before, and now, even more so!
He picked up the phone, his tone was calm, even a bit cold, "What’s up?"
"Cousin..." Han Qing’s voice was somewhat hurried, "Sorry, can you, can you come over?"
When Han Shaojing rushed to the place, Han Qing was helping Han Wengang sit on a stool. Han Wengang’s leg was injured, Han Qing was dealing with his wounds, tears on her face!
Apart from that, there were bruises on Han Wengang’s corners of the eyes and mouth, obviously beaten up, a picture of total desolation. At this moment, he was sitting there lifelessly, not moving at all!
A few roughly dressed men smoking stood there, watching them!
Han Shaojing’s brow slightly furrowed. Han Qing turned to look at Han Shaojing, her eyes filled with expectation, wanted to call out, but in the end, she closed her mouth!
With a wave of his hand, Han Shaojing threw a paper bag over. A bald man quickly caught it. "Five thousand, take it, can I take him away now?"
Han Shaojing’s voice came out cold.
The man opened the paper bag, took a look, gave a signal to the men beside him, they understood, left with an arrogant look, their eyes full of contempt!
In the room filled with smoke, only Han Shaojing, Han Qing, and Han Wengang were left!
"I’m sorry, I didn’t think they would..." Han Qing started to speak, only to be interrupted by Han Shaojing - "Don’t talk now, let’s take uncle to the hospital first!"
Han Qing nodded, her pale face finally regaining some color. She called out, "Dad..."