But she didn't care about anything else and immediately dialed Qianjue's number.

Shang Wu watched as Lu Rang curled up in pain, the red rash on his neck becoming more and more obvious, and his breathing becoming rapid.

Qianjue's voice remained as calm as ever: "Hello?"

"Lu Rang is in my hotel room! He's been drinking! He has a severe allergic reaction!" Shang Wu's voice was urgent with panic. "Quickly bring him medicine!"

Qianjue on the other end of the phone was obviously taken aback, but quickly recovered.

"I'm coming right away! Try to keep his breathing steady!"

The call was disconnected.

Shang Wu dropped her phone, knelt down beside Lu Rang, and turned pale with fright at the sight of his increasingly pained expression and rapid breathing.

She could only pat his face in vain.

"Lu Rang, Lu Rang, hang in there! Qian Jue is coming soon, don't scare me!"

A few minutes that felt like an eternity were suddenly pushed open.

Qianjue rushed in like a gust of wind, carrying special medicine in her hand.

He glanced at Lu Rang on the ground and Shang Wu kneeling beside him, tears streaming down her face and her clothes slightly disheveled. His eyes instantly turned cold.

But he didn't ask anything. He immediately squatted down and skillfully fed Lu Rang the pills.

Under the influence of the medication, Lu Rang's pain seemed to be relieved slightly, and his breathing gradually became steady, but his consciousness completely sank into a coma.

Qianjue then raised her head, her icy gaze fixed on Shang Wu, her tone filled with undisguised questioning and disgust.

"What did you do to the young master? How did he end up here? And in this state!"

Shang Wu felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. She stood up awkwardly, straightened her clothes, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I don't know why he came. He had been drinking, and suddenly..."

"Suddenly?" Qian Jue interrupted her, his sarcasm deepening. "Ever since you reappeared, the young master has become increasingly strange! He's out of control, and now he's even touched alcohol, which can kill him! Shang Wu, if you have even a shred of conscience, please stay away from the young master! All you bring him is pain!"

Shang Wu remained silent.

She looked at the unconscious Lu Rang, "I'm sorry..."

Shang Wu said something in a hoarse voice, but it was unclear who she was talking to.

She grabbed her bag from the bed and rushed out of the room.

The cold night wind blew on her face, bringing a biting chill.

She wandered aimlessly down the street, Qianjue's words echoing repeatedly in her ears.

Stay away from him...

Yes, we must stay away from him.

Only in this way can he return to a normal life and be safe.

But... is this the end of it all? When he wakes up, will he come looking for me again because of that inexplicable "inability to let go"?

No, we can't do that.

He must be made to give up completely. He must be made to loathe her to the core, to feel nauseous even at the thought of her name.

Shang Wu stopped in her tracks, a resolute glint in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and walked back towards the hotel.

Back outside the room, Qianjue was arranging for someone to help the unconscious Lu Rang to bed. Seeing Shang Wu return, Qianjue's face instantly darkened: "What are you doing back here?"

"When he wakes up, I have a few words to say to him, and then I'll leave and never appear again." Shang Wu's voice was terrifyingly calm.

Qianjue wanted to send her away, but after glancing at Lu Rang on the bed, whose brows were furrowed and who seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, she finally acquiesced with a cold face, while she stood guard outside the suite.

A few hours later, as dawn was breaking, a slight noise came from the inner room.

Shang Wu pushed open the door and went inside.

Lu Rang had already woken up and was leaning against the headboard, his face still pale and sickly weak.

His eyes had regained their clarity, but they were still bloodshot and filled with a deep confusion that even he himself couldn't understand.

When he saw Shang Wu, his pupils contracted slightly, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Shang Wu spoke first, her tone filled with the extreme contempt and indifference she had carefully practiced, as if she were watching a huge joke.

"Awake? Still drunk?" She crossed her arms, looking down at him with a mocking smile on her red lips. "The way you acted drunk last night was truly ugly and boring."

Lu Rang's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes instantly turning sharp and cold.

Shang Wu seemed oblivious, continuing to torment him and herself with the most hurtful words: "I've really had enough of you, you know? The reason I approached you in the first place was because you're the heir to the Yu family, with extensive connections and great power. Otherwise, what do you think is so appealing about a man like you, with your gloomy, rigid, and boring personality?"

She saw Lu Rang's hand suddenly clench the bed sheet, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"Now look what's happened, we've broken up, and you're no longer useful to me. Can't we just go our separate ways? Please, be a man, let it go, and stop bothering me, okay? Seeing you acting like you're going to die makes me sick and nauseous!"

Every word struck Lu Rang with devastating force.

Lu Rang's face went from pale to ashen, and then from ashen to a deathly gray.

He stared intently at her, the last trace of confusion and pain in his eyes replaced by hatred.

The room was deathly silent.

After a long silence, Lu Rang finally spoke, extremely slowly and deliberately, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing, yet carrying a chilling resolve.

"roll."

Shang Wu's heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.

She succeeded.

She got to see the utter disgust and despair in his eyes, just as she had hoped.

She tried her best to maintain the look of disgust on her face, even rolling her eyes dramatically, snorting coldly, turning around without hesitation, opening the door, and walking out.