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"Yes sir!"

When they returned to the apartment, Wen Xin refused to let go and hugged him tightly.

Feeling the girl's weakness and reliance in his arms, an unprecedented feeling occupied Lu Cangyao's heart. He suddenly hated himself for not arriving earlier, otherwise she would not have been slighted by Lu Zhan.

"It's okay, Lu Zhan won't dare to touch you again, believe me."

At the end, she lay on the man's chest, listening to his lingering strong heartbeat, her eyes burning.

"Don't cry anymore, or I'll deal with you."

Wen Xin lifted her head and saw the confusion in her eyes. She bit her lips and said, "Don't pretend to be innocent.

Her big eyes blinked twice as she suddenly rolled off the man and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. "I won't cry." Therefore, you have to keep your promise and not settle with me.

The man hummed a couple of times, knowing that she was scared and letting her go for the time being.

Feeling his warm chest pressing against his back, the corner of Wen Xin's mouth raised up slightly, as he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Lu Cangyao, thank you...

When he saw that she was asleep, he got out of bed quietly, put on his bathrobe, and walked into the living room.

"Shadow, how's it going?"

"Master, don't worry. If he wants to return to normal, he will need at least a few major surgery and won't be in the school for now."

Standing at the window, Lu Cangyao gazed into the distance, his black eyes unfathomably deep.

If Lu Zhan was not a member of the Lu Family, he would have had to keep his life!

Thinking of this, the man gently placed his hand on his chest and suddenly frowned.

She had clearly punished the person who hurt her, but why was his heart still so depressed? Thinking of her empty despair in the car, he lifted his hand and slammed it against the window.

Staring at the dark night, his eyes were as cold as ice. Suddenly, something seemed to break out of the cocoon.

When Wen Xin woke up, she received a call from her uncle. After the two chatted for a while, she raised her head and looked at the quiet room, knowing that the man was not in the room.

Recalling the initiative just now, her originally pale little face had been replaced by a charming red. Even her voice when replying to Wen Changming was now filled with shyness.

"Xin Xin, are you listening to Uncle?"

"Ah?" "Uh, uncle, say it again, I …"

Wen Changming sighed: "I am saying that I should bring that Mr Lu over to my house for dinner. After all, he has helped me so many times, so I should thank him."

Take Lu Cangyao home to eat? Wen Xin did not have any thoughts, he would not agree.

"Uncle, Mr Lu is usually very busy."

"I know. You can just ask. It doesn't matter if you come or not."

After a long while, Wen Xin replied with an "oh". After hanging up the phone, she buried her face in the blanket, her eyes shining like water.

Just then, Sis Qian pushed open the door gently and saw that she had woken up. She smiled: "Miss Wen, Mr Lu told me to boil some chicken soup for you to drink."

"Alright."

After obediently drinking it in one go, Wen Xin returned the bowl to her and asked: "Is Mr Lu at home?"

"Yes, I just returned."

She opened the door with a touch of apprehension and anticipation and saw the man sitting on the sofa, holding a computer in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He was dressed in a casual linen T-shirt.

Wen Xin stood in front of the man with his hands behind his back, looking at him, "Mr Lu."

"Yes."

The man didn't even raise his head, he couldn't see her emotions. Seeing this, she didn't want to speak anymore. How awkward would it be if she was rejected later?

After standing there for a long time without saying anything, her black eyes suddenly shot up and landed on her uneasy face.

"What do you want to say?"

Wen Xin pursed her lips: "Um …"

"Which one?"

For fear that he might be impatient, she closed her eyes, ready to throw caution to the wind. "My uncle invites you to dinner! "Of course, if you don't have time, I can refuse —"

"When?"

She was stunned for a moment before raising her eyes. "Huh?"

Seeing her foolish expression, Lu Cangyao leaned back on the sofa and looked at her with a smile that was not a smile: "If you're not treating me to a meal, then when are you going to treat me to one?"

Wen Xin didn't expect him to actually agree. She held back the joy in her chest and asked: "When do you have the time?"

"Recently."

"Then tomorrow night?"

"Yes."

Seeing that he agreed, the girl couldn't help but curl her lips. Her entire face was lively, without a trace of her usual depression.

Wen Xin was beautiful, delicate and pretty, but her bright eyes always had a hint of melancholy, making people's hearts ache for him.

A twenty year old girl should be the most youthful and beautiful. He didn't want to see any more worries on his face.

Lu Cangyao placed the computer at his side and extended his hand out to her: "Come over."

The man's hand was broad, and her heart beat erratically as she thought of the scratches it had left on her. It was still a hand full of magic, making one unable to resist it.

Just as Wen Xin placed her right hand on his palm, the man tightened her grip and pulled her into her embrace.

He buried his face in her neck, which was exuding a delicate fragrance. His breath was slightly heavy. "What do you like?"

"Hmm?"

"I'll be on a business trip in a few days and bring it back to send you off."

The smile on Wen Xin's lips gradually disappeared, and her eyes darkened.

What was she expecting? It was only a contractual relationship between the two of them, and this man should only be spoiling a Golden Silk Bird. He had said before that he was very good to his people. And before the end of the two year contract, she was still his.

If not for his reminder, Wen Xin would have been completely immersed in her own imagination.

"Mr Lu, I don't lack anything."

Sensing her sensitivity, her sword-like eyebrows creased, but she didn't explain anything.

The next day, Lu Cangyao personally drove her out of school. After waving goodbye to his good friend, he turned around and opened the door to the passenger seat.

As the black Maybach quietly drove back to the Wen family, neither of them took the initiative to speak.

Suddenly, Wen Xin felt her palm heat up. Lowering her head, she realized that he was driving with one hand, while his right hand was pulling his left hand, with her ten fingers intertwined.

She stared blankly at their tightly clasped hands, somewhat puzzled, somewhat moved.

"How was your day?"

Before this, he had never cared about her life in school …