Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He loved this woman, and he couldn’t bear letting her live undercover.
“Zhengyu…”
Madam wanted to continue, but Lu Zhengyu didn’t allow her to.
“Let her have some rest in her room!”
Madam Yu’s shoulders loosened helplessly, and disappointment was written all over her face.
She always thought of herself as the main reason that caused such chaos to ensue.
She wanted to ease the situation, but Lu Zhengyu had his men looking over her 24/7.
Even when she went to the washroom, there were guards right outside the door, making it impossible to send any information to Lu Zhanbei.
Lu Zhengyu’s expression was dark.
Right now, there was no more turning back.
…
It had been five days since Old Master Lin went missing.
Lin Wanwan was like an ant on a hot pan. In just a few days, she had visibly lost quite some weight.
During this time, Ruan Baoer and Shen Zhiyi paid her visits now and then.
She behaved like her usual self before them, but they knew how worried she was.
Lu Zhanbei watched as Lin Wanwan lost her shape, and it hurt him to see her forced smile. This time, there was nothing he could do.
Lu Zhengyu’s hiding was a clear indication that he had no choice but to make a decision.
If Lin Wanwan’s grandpa died in the hands of Lu Zhengyu, there would be an everlasting scar in their relationship.
Another day had passed in the blink of an eye.
“Madam, where are you going?” came Butler Ying’s voice.
Lu Zhanbei rushed to open the door and saw Lin Wanwan, who was as pale as chalk. Her eyes were dull as she walked in like a living dead.
Lin Wanwan glanced at him; his eyes were shadowed, and he hadn’t shaved for days. It was obvious how hard he tried.
“I…” She opened her mouth, but her dry throat was stingingly painful.
Lu Zhanbei walked her to the bedroom and poured her a glass of honey water.
“Don’t hurt your throat.”
Lin Wanwan took a sip without a word.
Silence filled the room for a while before Lu Zhanbei stood up.
“Have some rest. I’ll continue.”
Lin Wanwan looked up, and she saw a hint of panic.
“Lu Zhanbei.” Her lips opened slightly.
Lu Zhanbei froze, his fist held tight and his lips curved into an ugly arc.
“I know you’ve tried your best. If… we can’t escape failure, I don’t blame you.”
She knew that Lu Zhanbei was more stressed out than she was.
Lu Zhanbei didn’t turn around. A man who feared nothing didn’t dare to look her in the eyes.
He’d rather Lin Wanwan scold him and blame it all on him than feel the guilt.
“Sorry.”
Lu Zhanbei stepped out.
He would not give up until the last second.
When he left, the tears in Lin Wanwan’s eyes finally found its way out.
Whenever she thought of the pain that Grandpa was going through, her heart ached so much.
What does she do…
Lu Zhanbei heard waves of sobbing from behind, and it hurt him like someone was gripping his heart.
He wanted to run in, but he knew that he had no right to comfort her. It was better to let her cry her sorrow out than make her put on a fake face again.
Lu Zhengyu broke the beautiful life he had fought for.
If the old man’s love mattered so much, what about Lu Zhanbei’s?
Why did it have to be like this?