Lu Xiaoting received a call.
From an unfamiliar number.
It was Wen Qiansu’s voice.
Wen Qiansu asked him to bring the love letters and the token she had previously given him to meet her at XX Hotel at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.
Lu Xiaoting: Hah, she’s finally scared.
Lu Xiaoting immediately forwarded the unfamiliar number to his assistant, instructing him to investigate.
Then, he searched his study but couldn’t find the love letters.
Since Wen Sisi often helped tidy his room when she visited, Lu Xiaoting called her:
“Where did you put the love letters Wen Qiansu wrote to me?”
Wen Sisi was removing her makeup and felt a sudden chill in her heart: “Brother Xiao, why are you suddenly looking for my sister’s love letters?”
“It’s nothing. Where did you put them?”
“I… I can’t quite remember. Should I come over to help you look?”
Wen Sisi arrived soon after.
Tonight, she dressed particularly seductively, having reapplied light makeup that made her look charming and alluring.
As soon as she entered, she embraced Lu Xiaoting.
“Brother Xiao.”
Her mature, sensual body gently pressed against him.
Lu Xiaoting wasn’t in the mood tonight and subtly pushed away her hand, which was trying to undo his belt:
“Find the love letters first.”
Wen Sisi’s expression instantly changed.
Love letters, love letters—are you really that obsessed with Wen Qiansu?
Wearing the tie she gave you, searching for the love letters she wrote you!
Wen Qiansu’s tactic of retreating to advance is truly brilliant. Has Lu Xiaoting actually started to regret it?!
Early the next morning, Lu Xiaoting arrived at the agreed location.
He had spent the previous night reading the love letters Wen Qiansu had written him.
She hadn’t written many.
Just five letters.
From the age of sixteen to twenty, one letter each year.
The words were naive but filled with affection. Reading the letters alone, it was hard to imagine she was the kind of girl who liked to frame and bully others.
Instead, she seemed quite adorable.
If she was so adorable, why did she always bully Sisi?
Lu Xiaoting recalled that before Sisi came to the Wen family, Wen Qiansu wasn’t as detestable as she was now.
She had been cute and pretty since childhood, but others said she might have inherited her mother’s mental illness, calling her a little lunatic.
Yet, when her innocent, wide eyes looked at him, she seemed soft and well-behaved, like a fawn, which endeared her to him.
His mother had once said, “When Susu grows up, how about marrying our Brother Lu?”
Lu Xiaoting had taken those words to heart back then.
But later, after the girl’s mother passed away and Sisi came to the Wen family,
Wen Qiansu changed.
The once cute and well-behaved little girl began bullying Sisi frequently, framing and accusing her, even claiming Sisi pushed her just to get him to carry her home.
Lu Xiaoting grew utterly disgusted and gradually lost hope in her.
He was going to marry her sooner or later—could she really not tolerate Sisi?
Lu Xiaoting rubbed his temples and tossed the love letters onto the table.
When he met Wen Qiansu later, he decided to have a serious talk with her.
As long as she admitted her mistakes and apologized to Sisi, he could consider forgiving her and continuing their engagement.
After a while, someone walked through the door.
Lu Xiaoting’s heart skipped a beat: That woman!
The woman who had broken Sisi’s wrist!
Shu Fei walked over.
Lu Xiaoting’s brows furrowed sharply: “It’s you? Where’s Wen Qiansu? Did she send you?”
Shu Fei didn’t even glance at him and reached for the love letters on the table. Lu Xiaoting swiftly pressed his hand down to stop her.
Shu Fei gave him a cold, piercing look.
Lu Xiaoting: —Pain!
Shu Fei remembered last time, when she only broke Wen Sisi’s wrist, she was reprimanded by the family head.
So, she kicked Lu Xiaoting’s leg bone.
Lu Xiaoting nearly fainted on the spot!
“Where’s the token?” Shu Fei asked coldly, searching him from head to toe.
“Mr. Lu!” His assistant rushed over in a panic.
Sweat poured down Lu Xiaoting’s forehead. “C-call the police! Arrest her!”
“Scumbag! Liar!” Unable to find the token, Shu Fei angrily punched him again.
The police arrived quickly. “Who called?”
The assistant hurriedly explained the situation.
The police reviewed the surveillance footage.
“Sorry, Mr. Lu, but there’s no surveillance footage showing the woman you mentioned entering this private room or breaking your leg.”
“How is that possible!”
“She came in from outside, passed through the lobby—surely there’s footage along the way?”
The police replied, “Of course there is, but there’s none inside the private room. There’s no evidence whatsoever proving she entered your room or broke your leg.”
Lu Xiaoting: Damn it!
He had been careless, not choosing a room with surveillance!
“Then I want to investigate who this woman is and who she works for!”
The police: ?
“Sorry, Mr. Lu, we don’t have the authority to arbitrarily investigate any citizen. That would violate regulations.”
The woman in the surveillance footage was a cold, domineering beauty who looked hard to pursue.
Was Mr. Lu trying to chase her? Surely he didn’t expect the police to help him track her down. How absurd.
Shu Fei returned with the love letter. “I’m sorry, Miss. I couldn’t retrieve the token.”
Wen Qiansu had already guessed that someone like Lu Xiaoting would never keep his promise and bring the token with him.
He always kept a backup plan.
“It’s alright, Sister Shu. Getting the love letter is enough. We can figure out how to retrieve the token another time.”
Shu Fei said, “I can break into his house and steal it.”
…Huh? Wen Qiansu frantically waved her hands. “No, no, that’s illegal. Sister Shu, you mustn’t.”
Shu Fei: Oh, right. She was now a law-abiding citizen, a diligent and hardworking maid.
“Sorry, Miss. I know I was wrong.”
Shu Fei apologized sincerely, though she planned to cover her face and steal it anyway.
Wen Qiansu sighed in relief and took the love letter.
She hesitated, wondering whether to open it and read it.
After all, it contained the most sincere feelings of her youth.
Beside her, Huo Zhanxing’s gaze darkened. “Baby, do you want to open it and read it?”
Wen Qiansu shivered all over: No!
She wouldn’t read it!
Burn it!
Lu Xiaoting was already dead to her, just like every word in the love letter—turned to ashes and buried in the ground.
The girl tossed the love letter into the fireplace, turned around, and walked away with a carefree air—
Mr. Huo’s gaze just now was terrifying, as if he would devour her if she dared to open the letter! It scared her to death!
Little did she know.
After she left, a certain Mr. Huo, with his pale, bony hands, opened the fireplace.
In the study.
Huo Zhanxing sneered as he unfolded the love letter.
He read it, laughing all the while.
Hah.
That scum Lu Xiaoting didn’t deserve it.
The girl’s youthful, overflowing affection was poured onto the paper.
What about yours, baby? Would you ever write to me with such earnestness, filling every word with love?
Wen Qiansu lay on the desk in her room.
This was so hard.
Writing a love letter to Mr. Huo.
Did she like him?
It seemed… she did, just a little.
Mr. Huo was so good to her.
But this affection felt so pure, filled with gratitude. To harbor even a hint of personal desire felt like a desecration of him.
She remembered how Mr. Huo had cornered her in the castle yesterday, demanding she write him a love letter, his gaze intense.
It felt as if he would kiss her fiercely if she refused.
Wen Qiansu unconsciously touched her lips.
She had that dream again last night.
Dreaming of her husband kissing her…
Kissing her deeply.
Sucking and nibbling until the corners of her eyes flushed red, leaving her breathless, unable to do anything but weep and beg for mercy.
How could she be like this? She really was a bad girl!
Her face flushed crimson, the words she wrote down were utterly filthy…