Chapter 301 I need you, and so does Lu Yi

Duan Jingyao was also a smart man and quickly realized that Lu Heng was unwilling to talk to him.

It is understandable that for someone like Lu Heng, who has lived in pride all his life, whose reputation is now ruined in Beijing, he would fly to Country A to find a secluded place to hide, not wanting anyone to see his embarrassment.

He lowered his eyes and hummed. As long as his eldest brother was safe, that was all that mattered. "Tell him for me that I'll take care of the group's affairs. Tell him to get more rest."

"Okay." Meng Anran responded and was about to hang up when Lu Heng suddenly gestured to her. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood what he meant and relayed it to Duan Jingyao: "He asked you to contact Xiang Fu."

"Xiang Fu?" Duan Jingyao thought the name sounded familiar. After thinking carefully, he remembered that it was Lu Heng's former secretary. "I see. An Ran, please take good care of my brother."

"Yes." Meng Anran cast a deep gaze on Lu Heng's face, "He is also my elder brother."

Lu Heng was stunned, then he lowered his eyes and curled his lips, as if he didn't expect to hear her acknowledge him as her brother in his lifetime.

After the call ended, Meng Anran put down the phone and asked Lu Heng: "Aren't you planning to go back to Beijing with me?"

Lu Heng turned his face away, avoiding her burning gaze. "What if I go back? I can't help you at all, and it will only distract you. It's good to stay here. No one knows who I am."

"I've hired an employee to replace me as CEO." Under Lu Heng's incredulous gaze, Meng Anran continued, "No one can live in peace unless this troublesome Bai Yujin is resolved. I need you, and so do Lu Yi."

Lu Heng pressed his lips into a cold, hard straight line.

After a long time, he raised his hand, and the amber bracelet slid down his palm to his wrist bone.

"I can go back with you," he said suddenly, his voice as low as the wind echoing in the cellar, "but there are two conditions."

"You say." Meng Anran responded quickly. Anyway, he said it, but whether she could satisfy him was another matter.

When she saw his living conditions this time, she was determined to get him back to China by any means necessary.

Lu Heng easily saw through Meng Anran's thoughts, but he didn't care much. He slowly stated his demands: "First, block all news of my return to China, as well as your flight route to Country A. This includes your friends and Duan Jingyao. No one is allowed to know."

Meng Anran nodded, "Okay."

"Secondly—" His eyes fell on the light pink mark on Meng Anran's wrist: "You are not allowed to see Lu Yi again."

The room suddenly became eerily quiet, and Meng Anran's breathing stopped for a moment.

First, she was afraid that his reputation would affect her, and second, she was afraid that Lu Yi would hurt her.

Both conditions are for her.

"Oh." She replied casually, her expression clearly showing that she hadn't heard him. "Whatever you say is what it is."

Lu Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous aura.

What I was thinking was——

The naughty sister is also so cute...

"Okay, get some sleep." Meng Anran pulled the pillow off his back and let him lie down. "I'll be outside. Call me if you need anything."

"No need." Lu Heng's face was cold and hard. He hated being treated like a disabled person.

He pulled the quilt, turned sideways, and fell asleep peacefully with his back to Meng.

Meng Anran curled her lips helplessly.

Okay, I'll bear with you for two days.

In the living room, Conai was still holding a notebook, thinking hard.

No matter from which angle you look at it, the results of this sandbox test still cannot reveal the cause of Lu Heng's illness.

"How's the analysis going?" Meng Anran came out of the room with a tray and sat down next to Kenai.

Kenai frowned and shook his head, pushing the notebook in front of Meng Anran. "According to the results of the sand table test, he has a deep hatred for the Lu family, but it doesn't reveal the source of his bloodthirstiness at all. I wonder if he is deliberately hiding something."

"No." Meng Anran said confidently, "Since he has agreed to cooperate with the treatment, he must tell the truth."

A proud and arrogant person like Lu Heng would not bother to lie to anyone.

Conai frowned in thought, raising his hand to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses. "In psychology, there's a condition called 'selective amnesia.' It's a psychological defense mechanism where an individual consciously forgets certain unpleasant or traumatic memories in order to relieve the emotional burden."

If Lu Heng had not concealed it, then the source of his illness might have been selectively forgotten by him because his brain was overstimulated.

"In a way, selective amnesia can be a good thing for an individual," Conai sighed, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his brow. "Take you as an example. If you didn't have PTSD, but had forgotten that traumatic experience, at least you would have been able to alleviate a lot of psychological torment over the years."

"But..." Meng Anran lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, "What if the fragment he forgot happened to be Bai Yujin's weak spot? Your sister's revenge, Lin Lu's revenge, Lu Yi's revenge, can these be forgotten?"

Conai gritted his teeth. He certainly didn't want his sister to die in an unclear way by "suicide".

But as Meng Anran's friend, he considered it from Meng Anran's perspective. She probably wouldn't want Lu Heng to recall the sad past.

"We can use hypnosis to find the memories that were deliberately sealed deep in his heart, but since that incident turned him into a 'bloodthirsty monster', it must have been a huge shock to him. Do you really intend to let him remember it again?" Conai asked earnestly, and in fact, even he himself felt a little reluctant.

"It was a huge blow to him when he was ten, but Lu Heng, who is thirty-three, is definitely capable of dealing with it." Meng Anran said calmly, then realized that she was talking to herself a bit. "Let's ask his opinion tomorrow."

"No need to wait until tomorrow." Qin Mu suddenly spoke and winked at Meng Anran behind him.

She turned around and found that Lu Heng was standing at the door.

"Cure it." His voice was low and slightly hoarse, as if it had been rubbed on rough sandpaper. "I promise you, no matter what the disease is, I will cure it."

Kenai was the first to come to his senses. He pulled out his pen and wrote something in his notebook. He then said, "I will develop a step-by-step treatment plan as soon as possible. During this time, Young Master Lu, you must get enough sleep and reduce mental exertion."

"I understand." Lu Heng slowly walked towards the dazed Meng Anran, slowly raised his right hand, but it formed a stiff arc in mid-air, and his knuckles turned slightly white due to restraint.

His fingertips suddenly curled up when they were about to touch her hair, as if they were burned by invisible flames.

Those hands had once been decisive and ruthless in the business world, but now they dared not even disturb a strand of hair.

The tips of his fingers hovered above the top of her head, trembling with the rise and fall of her gentle breathing, as if measuring a distance that could never be crossed.

Meng Anran seemed to understand the complexity surging in his eyes. She straightened her body and her head touched his big palm.

The moment he touched her hair, he held his breath, his force so light as if he was afraid of breaking a dream that was easy to wake up from.

But his fingertips lingered for a second longer, stroking it very lightly, and then withdrew with restraint, as if he had stolen the warmth that did not belong to him.

For the first time in twenty-three years, he touched his sister's head like a brother.