Before Song Qingxian could speak, Lu Chiyan spoke first.
“Lanlan, this isn’t the time to let her leave. The matter hasn’t been completed yet.”
“…!” Song Qingxian’s chest rose and fell sharply in anger. This man, who only ever knew how to use her like a tool. What exactly did the original Song Qingxian see in him? Was it because of his so-called protagonist aura?
“Chiyan, she’s my younger sister,” Song Qinglan said as she looked at Lu Chiyan. “If she goes back to Lu Nanzhan’s side, she’ll really be in danger. We can think of other ways to bring him down.”
Lu Chiyan’s eyes lowered slightly. After a brief silence, he looked at Song Qingxian.
“What do you want?”
Song Qingxian curled her lips into a faint, ambiguous smile. “Of course I’m going back to find him.”
Song Qinglan immediately grabbed her arm in panic. “Qingxian, you finally managed to escape. I won’t allow you to go back.”
Song Qingxian looked at her so-called “sister.”
Was she really worried about her?
According to the book, Song Qingxian had only been brought back to the Song family at the age of thirteen due to various circumstances. Her relationship with her family had been average, but the Song family felt they owed this daughter, so they spoiled her endlessly and protected her in every way.
She had done many outrageous and vile things, yet the Song family always tolerated and forgave her. Even this sister, Song Qinglan, had always been patient and forgiving. And yet the original Song Qingxian had always harbored deep hostility toward her, while Song Qinglan never once held it against her.
Lu Chiyan’s gaze flickered with complicated emotions. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
Leaning against the hospital wall with his tall frame, he took a heavy drag. The rising smoke blurred his expression as he spoke in a low voice.
“Have you thought it through?”
Song Qingxian’s eyes flashed with mockery. He must be thrilled, right? If she returned to Lu Nanzhan’s side, he would soon have another chance to steal information through her.
But she would never do that again.
She nodded. “I’ve thought it through.”
After a moment, Lu Chiyan said coldly, “Fine. You can go back, but first, abort the bastard in your belly.”
Song Qingxian’s heart sank slightly.
Did Lu Chiyan hate Lu Nanzhan that much? These two were not brothers at all, they were sworn enemies.
Abort the child?
Her mind suddenly flashed with the image of Lu Nanzhan, eyes red and shattered, crying in agony after losing the child.
He was cruel, ruthless, and cold, a man who stood above all like an emperor, yet he repeatedly shed tears because of the child.
Lu Nanzhan had once told her that the child was the last trace of humanity left in him.
She could not destroy that remaining humanity.
Song Qingxian finally made up her mind. She met Lu Chiyan’s gaze firmly.
“This is my child, not a bastard. I won’t abort it.”
Lu Chiyan’s dark eyes churned with restrained fury. He gritted his teeth. “Song Qingxian, have you lost your mind? Are you seriously planning to give birth to Lu Nanzhan’s child?”
“I give birth to whoever I want. It’s none of your business!”
Lu Chiyan crushed the cigarette under his foot and strode closer. His tall figure pressed toward her.
“I said, abort it.”
Song Qingxian instinctively stepped back, startled by his sudden hostility. The men of the Lu family in Nanchuan City were all dangerous.
Song Qinglan frowned slightly. “Chiyan, don’t do this. Talk properly.”
Lu Chiyan glanced at her, his expression softening slightly. “Your sister’s brain is clearly malfunctioning. Is she really planning to give birth to her father’s killer’s child?”
Song Qingxian’s hand unconsciously moved to her abdomen. A sudden sharp pain tightened in her chest, and a cramping sensation followed in her stomach.
Lu Nanzhan was undeniably vicious and despicable, but the child was innocent.
Her eyes turned cold and resolute.
“Lu Chiyan, I am no longer the fool who used to chase after you calling you ‘Brother Chiyan’. From now on, we will go our separate ways. Whatever schemes you and Lu Nanzhan have against each other, I will no longer be involved.”
With that, she turned and walked away without hesitation.
Lu Chiyan stared at her retreating figure. His eyes darkened like a storm gathering in fog.
Song Qingxian… had truly changed.
For the first time, he felt something slipping beyond his control. He could no longer see through her.
South Mountain:
Bang!
A gunshot rang out as Lu Nanzhan fired into Fang Cheng’s left leg. Blood spurted out instantly, and Fang Cheng collapsed to his knees in agony.
“I’ll ask you one more time. Where did she go?”
“Mr. Lu… I really don’t know,” Fang Cheng said with difficulty.
Without hesitation, Lu Nanzhan shot his other leg. Blood soaked the carpet as it continued to pour out.
“If you don’t speak, there’s only death waiting for you.”
“I really… don’t know,” Fang Cheng repeated.
“Who gave you the courage to help her?”
Fang Cheng’s face turned pale from excessive blood loss, but he said nothing.
“Speak!”
“Mr. Lu… do you really want to see Miss Song suffer like this?” Fang Cheng said weakly. “Mutual torture is worse than letting go. Everyone would be happier.”
Bang!
Another gunshot. This time it struck his shoulder. Lu Nanzhan’s eyes were crimson with rage.
“Letting go? Who gave you the right to say that to me?”
“Mr. Lu, please stop tormenting Miss Song.”
Butler Zhou stood nearby, trembling in fear. Fang Cheng had truly lost his mind. After so many years by Lu Nanzhan’s side, if he had just revealed Song Qingxian’s whereabouts, perhaps he might still have been spared. But now, he was clearly courting death.
Lu Nanzhan clenched his fists, veins bulging on his arms. One was Fang Cheng, someone he once trusted. The other was the woman he loved most, yet these two had somehow aligned with each other.
“You feel sorry for her?”
“Yes,” Fang Cheng said weakly. “I do. Anyone who sees her would feel sorry for her.”
Lu Nanzhan’s expression twisted violently. He fired several more shots in succession, each one avoiding fatal points.
“You want to die?”
“The moment I chose to help her, I was ready to die,” Fang Cheng replied.
“So you refuse to tell me where she is?”
“I don’t know. And even if I did, I would never betray Miss Song.”
“Good, very good.” Lu Nanzhan suddenly laughed, but it was a chilling, bloodthirsty laugh. “Butler Zhou, lock him with Shuangye.”
Butler Zhou’s face turned pale in terror.
Wolves were naturally bloodthirsty creatures. Fang Cheng was already covered in blood—he would surely be torn apart.
Seeing Butler Zhou hesitate, Lu Nanzhan’s gaze turned sharp and deadly.
“Do you not understand me? Or do you want to join him?”
“I understand, I understand, Mr. Lu!” Butler Zhou hurriedly replied.
Fang Cheng was quickly dragged out by bodyguards. Yet a faint, relieved smile appeared on his lips.
Miss Song… what I owe you, I’ve finally repaid.
May your life from now on be safe and filled with happiness.
Song Qingxian ultimately returned to South Mountain on her own.
When she arrived, she immediately saw the bloody scene before her.
Fang Cheng was being dragged away, covered in blood, leaving a long trail behind him.
When Fang Cheng saw Song Qingxian, his eyes widened in disbelief.
“Miss Song… why did you come back?” he asked faintly.