Chapter 16

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Although she was helpless because she was forced, when she and Gu Liangchen lay in the same bed and she was embraced by him, even though there was resistance in her heart, there was no disgust. Instead, there was more resentment and grievance.

Perhaps this was the difference between women and men. After she had her sights set on him, no matter how badly he had hurt her, her tormented heart still couldn’t let any other man in.

That’s why she suddenly became filled with anger when she was downstairs moments before. He didn’t hesitate when he abandoned her. He didn’t allow her to resist when he wanted her to return. He was indifferent when he saw other men entangled with her.

What was her place in his heart?

Was she as disposable as clothes that could be put on and taken off at will?

A figure in front of her eyes interrupted her thoughts. Cheng Zhi suddenly came over to hug her and kiss her.

She turned her face away and pushed him forcefully. “Cheng Zhi, what are you doing?”

“Anran, I really love you… I also know that you still have feelings for that man, but he’s already married…”

Cheng Zhi was stronger than Lu Anran in terms of strength, and his hand was already groping inside her clothes. Lu Anran yelled at him, “Are you crazy?”

Then, she raised her elbow and slammed it against his rib. Cheng Zhi winced in pain, released her, and then she kicked him again.

Cheng Zhi was drunk, so he fell to the ground with unsteady steps and knocked over the chair with a bang.

The room appeared to be in disarray when the doorbell rang.

Lu Anran guessed who it was, but didn’t care. Upon seeing Cheng Zhi lying motionless on the ground, she couldn’t help but squat down and take a look. His breathing and pulse were normal. He probably fainted.

Still insistently ringing the doorbell, the person outside the door seemed to be not in a hurry. The ringing sounds were at intervals, but they were still annoying.

She tidied up her clothes, then turned around to open the door.

Jing Cheng was outside.

He was very respectful. “Doctor Lu, President Gu is still downstairs waiting for you to go home.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the door.

Lu Anran stood at the door. The angle she was standing at was just enough to block the small altercation inside. She said calmly, “Please tell him that I haven’t had a home since long ago, and I want to accompany my boyfriend, so I don’t have time.”

Jing Cheng kindly reminded her, “If you’re always like this, President Gu wouldn’t be pleased.”

Lu Anran clenched the doorknob tightly and scoffed, “He’s not my man, so what does his happiness have to do with me?”

After speaking, she closed the door.

She stood against the cold door panel for a long time before she eased the anger in her heart.

Cheng Zhi was already snoring. She took the quilt from the bed and put it on him, then increased the temperature of the heater. She then turned off the lights and went out.

The dormitory had only one room and one bed. It was impossible for her to stay in the same room with Cheng Zhi all night. Shen Hong, who lived next door, was on duty tonight. She called Shen Hong first and then took the spare key from the auntie in charge of the dorm.

She was extremely tired. Lu Anran was lying on the bed after taking a shower, but she couldn’t fall asleep. After tossing and turning for a long time, she got up, and, as if possessed, she went to the window. As expected, she saw that the Bentley was still parked downstairs.

Gu Liangchen was standing by the car, smoking.

Her eyes became sore, and the memories that had been pressed in her heart for a long time uncontrollably came rushing back.

It was the second day after she lost her child.

At that time, he was standing outside her rental house. From the night before until the next day, he had been waiting for her to open the door.

Gu Liangchen was a PhD supervisor at a university before taking over the Gu Corporation. He had an excellent background and always paid attention to his reputation as a teacher.

But when she opened the door that day, he threw cigarette butts all over the corridor, and it was a mess.

His face appeared exhausted and anxious at the time, while his eyes were dead, emotionless. He only said, “Where’s the child?”