Chapter 210 You Have Grow Up

Meng Anran rubbed his brow, a faint smile mingling in his voice, sounding more like helplessness and sarcasm: "Boss Lu has handed the company over to Duan Jingyao now. If you're really bored, why don't you find a class to attend?"

Lu Heng took off the amber bracelet and held it in his palm. The cold beads absorbed his body temperature and soon burst into bright colors.

He seemed to like this color very much - the color of blood.

His mood became cheerful. He ignored Meng Anran's joke and talked about business: "The person behind Su Sheng has not been found yet. You better be careful."

Meng Anran raised her eyebrows and asked incredulously: "Are you concerned about me?"

"Of course, you are my only sister."

"Oh, thank you for your attention. Why don't you give this blessing to Duan Jingyao?"

"It's different." Lu Heng hooked the amber bracelet with his fingertips, letting it circle around his palm. His eyes gradually became darker and darker. "He is my blood brother."

You are my only emotional sister.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, as he seemed to think it was a bit sentimental.

Besides, even if I said it, Meng Anran would only find it ironic.

Meng Anran felt that he had only said half of the sentence, but she didn't dwell on it too much. She said casually, "Compared to that mad dog Lu Yi, you do look like a normal person, but it's undeniable that you are actually an outlier."

"so what?"

Lu Heng didn't care. He had long known that he was an outlier. The reason he didn't reveal his thoughts through facial expressions and acted like a normal person was to hide his "specialness".

It doesn't matter what he is like. What matters is that in the eyes of outsiders, he is just a very cunning businessman.

Rather than "monster".

Since he can disguise himself well and integrate into society, what impact does the presence or absence of this disease have on him?

Meng Anran's blue eyes were slightly raised, and a hint of cunning flashed in her peach blossom eyes. "Tell me... if I expose the dark room under your slaughterhouse, will the Beijing circle be very lively?"

Lu Heng's eyes instantly darkened, as if he was wondering how Meng Anran knew about this.

He knew that there were spies planted by Lu Yi around him, but... it shouldn't be Meng Anran's people.

The pen tip tapped lightly on the table, and Meng Anran curled the corners of her lips: "Don't be too surprised. If you can send people to keep an eye on me, I naturally have a way to know your movements."

Lu Heng's illness was actually difficult to control. He had a morbid thirst for blood. The smell of blood would stimulate his nerves, mobilize his thinking, and make him less like a walking corpse, a soulless body.

He not only gets sick when he sees blood, but also longs for that bright red and sweet taste in his heart.

In order to prevent himself from suddenly and uncontrollably committing violence, he has a slaughterhouse abroad and stays there for a few days every month.

To satisfy your hobbies.

"I underestimated you." Lu Heng gently stroked the blood-red amber, as gently as if he was caring for his sister.

Each amber looks like a solidified blood bead, deep red almost black, revealing a dark scarlet under the light, as if wrapped in undried blood.

There are fine blood-colored lines flowing inside, winding like blood vessels.

Bewitching and weird.

Not getting any interesting reaction, Meng Anran rolled her eyes listlessly, "Lu Yi asked me to go to hell with him, what do you think?"

“No comments.”

"Are you trying to stay out of this now? Did the tranquilizer you gave Lu Yi work? It seems like he's going crazy again lately."

"It worked at first, but now... I guess it's become resistant to the drug."

Meng Anran sighed dejectedly. That mad dog was not easy to deal with. Without the tranquilizer, was she going to have to jump off a cliff with him again like she did when they were kids?

At this moment, Lu Heng's deep voice came through the receiver: "Either you pull him out of purgatory, or he drags you into hell. There is no third choice."

"If I had that ability, would I be covered in scars because of him?"

"Just because you didn't have it before doesn't mean you don't have it now." Lu Heng brewed a pot of hot tea and took a sip. "You've grown up."

Meng Anran: ...

It's not an honor to hear that from you.

A new email alert popped up on the computer. Meng Anran clicked it and took a look, and found that Ming Jing had made a detailed proposal plan.

She was too lazy to argue with Lu Heng anymore and hung up the phone.

The proposal plan was simple and clear: he would propose publicly at Ming's family's banquet next month.

It sounds simple overall, but the details are so densely packed that Meng Anran doesn't want to read it.

Even what decorations to put up, what petals to lay out, and where to direct the lights were all planned clearly.

Meng Anran already had a headache, and seeing the font that looked like a whole colony of ants moving their nests gave her an even worse headache.

Plans cannot keep up with changes. In her opinion, no matter how detailed Ming Jing's arrangements are, there will always be all kinds of strange accidents happening on the day of the proposal.

She replied on WeChat: [Read, will arrive.]

Apart from being there to offer her blessings, she did not participate in any other activities.

…

The afterglow of sunset enveloped the entire city. Meng Anran packed up her things, turned off the desk lamp, and left work.

When she walked out of the group's gate, she found a figure waiting there.

Puzzled, she quickened her pace and trotted over, "Brother? Aren't you in Haicheng? Why are you back?"

Meng Yushu was wearing a Chanel-style suit, with a handsome face, like a gentle scholar from ancient times.

He smiled and took the bag from Meng Anran's shoulder, just like he had taken her schoolbag many times before.

"I suddenly missed you a little, so I came back to have dinner with you." Meng Yushu held his sister's bag in one hand and rubbed her soft long hair with the other.

It was as if he was back in high school, when he would pick up his sister at the gate of Shenghua every day after school.

Meng Anran was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly took her brother's arm, forgetting how long it had been since she had spent time with her brother like this.

Even this action, which I had done countless times before, seemed a little unfamiliar.

"Brother, let's go eat some Japanese food? Liuzhi just opened a new place, let's go and join in the fun. Otherwise, judging by her entrepreneurial experience, it will go bankrupt in a month."

Meng Yushu chuckled. He had heard of Liuzhi's reputation as the "King of Entrepreneurship". He had opened a KTV, a foot massage parlor, a bar, a hot pot restaurant, a flower shop, a cake shop, and a car camping site, but without exception, none of them could survive for more than a month.

Only the winery has survived until now because it signed a long-term contract with Yandu Hotel.

Even Liu Zhi's parents said that after Liu Zhi married Ming Jing, the Liu family's Jiayan Entertainment must be handed over to Ming Jing.

I was afraid that Liuzhi would bankrupt the family business.

It is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. As soon as the brother and sister pushed open the glass door of the Japanese restaurant, they saw Ming Jing sitting at the bar drinking beer.

And... Liu Zhi and Qin Yan were arguing.