Shang Wu was taken aback.

Chen Chunzhi continued explaining, "Besides, my friend suddenly had an urgent matter and was in a hurry to get me here. I noticed you seemed a little dizzy at that time, so I put you in the car and left first..."

Shang Wu stopped in his tracks.

Wasn't it Chen Chunzhi who escorted her to the door?

So, who was that man's back that Aying saw?

Mr. Sun said that Lu Rang still felt like he was being watched in Yecheng...

A terrifying and absurd conjecture suddenly exploded in Shang Wu's mind.

It can't really be Lu Rang.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you okay? Are you angry with me?" Chen Chunzhi asked suspiciously on the other end of the phone.

Shang Wu snapped back to reality, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"No, I have something to do here, I'll hang up now."

Before Chen Chunzhi could respond, she immediately hung up the phone, her hands trembling as she hailed a taxi and gave him the address of her studio.

Throughout the journey, Shang Wu's heart pounded wildly, and her palms were constantly sweating.

Back in the studio, Aying was tidying up the table when she saw her come in with a pale face, and she was startled.

"Mr. Shang, what's wrong? You look so pale. Did your meeting with Mr. Sun not go well?"

Shang Wu didn't answer, and went straight to the computer behind the desk, her fingers moving uncontrollably due to nervousness.

She accessed the backend system of the surveillance camera at the studio entrance.

"Mr. Shang, what are you looking for?" Aying asked anxiously as she approached him.

Shang Wu pursed her lips and quickly dragged the progress bar to find the approximate time frame when she returned last night.

The surveillance footage first showed an empty street.

Then, a car stopped.

She staggered out of the car, her head down as she fumbled for her keys in her bag.

There is a man standing in the lower left corner of the surveillance camera's view.

He stood quietly in the shadows at the studio entrance, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Although the image wasn't very clear, the tall, imposing figure, the stern profile, and the chilling sense of oppression that could be felt even through the screen...

Who else could it be but Lu Rang?

Shang Wu's breathing suddenly stopped, and her pupils constricted.

She saw herself staggering towards him in the surveillance footage, and then... she actually smiled at him and even pointed her finger...

Then, Shang Wu saw Lu Rang suddenly shove her hand away, his face as dark as if he wanted to kill someone.

She saw her own lips moving, as if she were calling his name, and then rushed to the side to vomit.

Finally, Ah Ying opened the door and quickly led her inside.

Lu Rang turned and left resolutely, without pausing for even a second.

Every scene was like a red-hot branding iron, searing Shang Wu's heart with indescribable pain.

It really was him.

When she was at her most disheveled and vulnerable, Lu Rang appeared before her and witnessed all her loss of composure.

Shang Wu's hand went limp, knocking over the water glass on the table.

The glass shattered on the floor, instantly splintering into pieces, and cold water splashed onto her shoes and socks.

"Ms. Shang, are you alright? Are you hurt?" Aying quickly helped her clean up.

But Shang Wu didn't react at all, just staring intently at the frozen surveillance footage.

Lu Rang's departing figure showed no trace of lingering affection.

Shang Wu seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she was swaying precariously.

"Mr. Shang, don't move!" Aying quickly went to find a towel.

Shang Wu seemed to be deaf to all sounds; the only things in the world she saw were the figure on the screen and her own drunken state that kept replaying in her mind.

Why was he at the studio at that time?

Regardless of why he appeared, seeing her drunken state, he immediately turned around and left.

It doesn't matter.

Shang Wu thought despondently, since Lu Rang hated her anyway, all their past was buried in Lincheng, and now they were just strangers with no connection whatsoever.

Whether Lu Rang learned by chance that she was the owner of this studio and had started a new life and wanted to come and see her, or for some other reason, it doesn't change the established fact.

That means Lu Rang dislikes her and hates her. He can't possibly come looking for her when he knows she's the woman who betrayed him and cheated on him, even though he's in this state of memory confusion and loss.

That's just too unreasonable.

That's not Lu Rang's personality either.

He is intolerant of any flaws.

If that weren't the case, those psychologists wouldn't have chosen to portray her as a woman who cheated on her husband, in order to completely break off her relationship with Lu Rang.

Shang Wu slowly exhaled, calmed down, and came to her senses to tidy up with A Ying.

Aying swallowed hard as she looked at her face.

"Mr. Shang, this, this is Attorney Lu, right? He came over last night. I wasn't mistaken, I just thought that figure didn't look like Mr. Chen. What's he doing here?"

The barrage of questions only made Shang Wu more flustered.

She shook her head, weak and listless.

"I don't know, but Lu Rang probably won't show up."