Chapter 351 The Mad Young Master 12 Lin Qingqing returned to her upscale apartment in the city center, looking utterly dejected.

Soon after, she sat alone on the spacious sofa, a slender cigarette between her fingers, the ash piled up long and she forgot to flick it off.

Several photos with slightly rough pixels were scattered on the glass coffee table.

These photos were clearly taken secretly using a telephoto lens, at a tricky angle.

Lin Qingqing's gaze was fixed on the clearest photo in the very center.

The background of the photo is the bamboo garden at the Lu family's old residence, which she was familiar with.

Sunlight filters through the sparse bamboo leaves, casting dappled patterns of light.

In the center of the photo, Lu Qianhan sits with his back to the camera on an old rattan chair, still wearing his usual dark clothes, his back straight, with his usual old-fashioned look.

However, what made Lin Qingqing stop breathing was that there was a woman standing very close to Lu Qianhan's neck standing next to him.

She is not Miss Su!

She had met the Su family member in her previous life; this woman was not Miss Su!

She seems to be the country girl Miss Su always talked about, the one she never took seriously?

Although the photo couldn't capture Lu Qianhan's expression at that moment, his lack of resistance was tantamount to acquiescing to the country woman's approach.

"That's impossible..."

"how so……"

Lin Qingqing muttered to herself, her fingers holding the cigarette trembling violently. The ash broke off and fell onto the hem of her suit skirt, leaving a tiny scorch mark, but she didn't even notice.

She remembered that when she first married into the Lu family, she tried to be a gentle and considerate wife, serving her carefully prepared nourishing soup, hoping to get closer to her husband who was rumored to be ruthless and unrecognizable when he went crazy.

But what was the result?

But she couldn't even get within ten steps of his bedroom!

Anyone who gets close to her is either coldly stopped by the bodyguard or stared at with the same indifferent look he gives her.

Lin Qingqing still remembers that once, when he seemed calm, she tried to straighten his crooked collar, but before her fingertips could even touch his skin, he suddenly slapped her away.

The force was so great that she crashed directly into the antique display shelf behind her, shattering priceless antiques all over the floor, and her wrist was swollen for half a month.

Lu Qianhan's gaze towards her was filled with pure disgust and murderous intent, as if she were something filthy.

But why?

Why is it that both women are referred to as having a marriage alliance, or as a bride brought to bring good luck, when they are both considered "good fortune"?

This penniless country girl can do things that she couldn't do in her previous life, even at the cost of her life.

This country girl can get close to him.

And he actually allowed it?!

"Why?!"

A question that went unanswered suddenly burst from Lin Qingqing's throat.

She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray with such force that it almost shattered the crystal ashtray.

Lin Qingqing grabbed the photo, her fingertips turning white from the force, staring intently at the woman's calm profile in the picture.

That profile was indeed stunning, but what kind of woman hadn't Lu Qianhan seen?

Why does she deserve such special treatment from Lu Qianhan?

In this life, in order to escape that madman, she risked everything and made a deal with a ruthless villain like Master Zhao.

But this country girl seems to have easily, perhaps even gained a little bit of kindness from that madman in the purgatory she was desperately trying to escape.

This is unfair! This is absolutely unacceptable!