Chapter 101 The Fallen White Moonlight Returns Home (15)

Xing Xuan strode up to him, shoved an umbrella into his hand, and turned his head away, saying, "My Xing family has never allowed guests to leave in the rain."

Xie Rong walked away, holding an umbrella.

"..."

Xing Xuan's cold and stern face twisted for a moment.

"He really just left like that?!"

The butler replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."

"Then what am I?" Xing Xuan's furious and resentful voice was drowned out by the heavy rain. "What am I?!"

...

Xie Rong pushed open the small door to the left of the castle gate, and a black car was parked in front of the castle, its headlights still on, making the falling raindrops look like thousands of silver needles.

Xie Rong glanced at it and was about to look away when the door of the black car opened.

The man got out of the car, still wearing the white suit he wore during the day, and stopped in front of Xie Rong.

"You guessed I was coming to see you, so you're planning to leave early?"

The car headlights only illuminated Lu Baichi's chin, so Xie Rong couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Are you angry?" Xie Rong was in a pretty good mood. She stood on tiptoe and put her arms around Lu Baichi's neck, speaking affectionately with a sweet smile on her face. "I was just about to go back."

"Why Xing Xuan?" Lu Baichi asked indifferently, seemingly unconvinced.

"What do you mean?" Xie Rong stomped on his leather shoe fiercely, deliberately provoking him with what happened during the day. "So what if I forgot to attend the wedding today? Is it really necessary for you to be so angry?"

“It’s cold outside, get in the car first,” Lu Baichi reached out and wiped the water droplets from his cheek.

Then he opened the car door for Xie Rong.

The man was too calm, and Xie Rong didn't get to see what she wanted to see. Her mood plummeted, and she bent down to get into the car with a gloomy face.

But as soon as he put his head inside, he smelled some fragrance and suddenly felt dizzy and fainted.

Lu Baichi held the person on his lap and murmured, "It's all Xing Xuan's fault."

The driver dared not speak and silently drove the vehicle away from the castle.

Inside the castle, Xing Xuan paced back and forth outside the door before stepping into the rain with a cold expression.

The butler had no choice but to follow.

But Xing Xuan stopped at the gate.

A black umbrella was thrown on the ground, swaying in the wind, just like the rope ladder lowered by the helicopter today, but the mood was completely different.

"What's so great about Lu Baichi?" Xing Xuan slammed his fist on the iron gate, his eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "You'll regret this, you'll regret this!"

...

When Xie Rong opened her eyes again, the rain had stopped, it was still dark, and only a small nightlight was on in the room.

Beneath him was a soft, familiar bed. He turned his head and noticed that the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room had been replaced with new ones, and a protective net had been installed on the outside, making them more sturdy than before.

"You're awake? Would you like something to eat?"

Xie Rong looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that there was someone sitting on the sofa in the corner.

The man held a half-finished cigarette between his fingers, his entire body shrouded in heavy shadow, with only the glow of the cigarette butt illuminating the scene.

Xie Rong ignored him, preoccupied with the little leather shoes on the balcony. She got up to open the door, but couldn't turn the lock.

"Why are you locking the door?" Xie Rong pursed her lips and turned to look at the corner.

Lu Baichi held a cigarette between his fingers, took a drag, and slowly exhaled. "You've been abroad for too long and have forgotten that this brand of leather shoes can only be polished by a professional, not left to dry in the sun like cheap street vendor shoes."

“You know a lot,” Xie Rong said coldly.

“The first time I washed your shoes in high school, I put your little leather shoes on the balcony to dry with my cheap clothes. I thought I was taking good care of them, but I ruined them,” Lu Baichi said. “You were very angry at the time and ignored me for many days. Xing Xuan, who shared a dorm with you, told me that the difference between you and me was like those two pairs of shoes, which could never be placed in the same place. So I remembered how to wash your shoes from then on, but you didn’t remember.”

Xie Rong was getting impatient. "You talk too much. Open the door first."

“You used to make me do everything,” Lu Baichi stubbed out his cigarette, stood up and walked over, “and you can still do it now.”

Xie Rong turned his head and twisted the door lock hard, and Lu Baichi hugged him from behind.

“Why don’t you order me around? I’m right here,” the man grabbed Xie Rong’s chin with one hand, pulling him towards himself, his cold gaze tracing Xie Rong’s eyes. “This room was decorated to your liking from the beginning, why don’t you like it? Why did you run off to a place like the outskirts of Beijing to be with Xing Xuan? As long as you live here… stay with me forever… I’ll listen to you in everything, I’ll give you everything. You can treat me like a man if you want, or like a dog if you want. Isn’t that enough? Isn’t this much more than what those men abroad give you?”

Xie Rong couldn't hear his seemingly calm words at all, and just kept turning the door lock, even feeling so irritated that she wanted to smash the door.

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something.

Why is it that no matter what he does in secret, what he says to whom, or where he sneaks off to, Lu Baichi knows immediately? Even when he went to an ancient castle on the outskirts of Beijing that no one in the Xing family knew about, Lu Baichi was able to time his departure perfectly and arrive right away.

"How did you know I was there?" Xie Rong asked suspiciously.

Lu Baichi's gaze darkened slightly as he lowered his head to kiss his earring, only to be slapped in the face.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you want to be a dog? You dare to ignore me?" Xie Rong's eyes grew even colder.

“You’ve never owned a dog before,” Lu Baichi slowly turned his head, which had been knocked to the side. “Newly adopted dogs are usually not very obedient. You didn’t put any effort into raising him, and then abandoned him for five years. How can you expect him to be obedient?”

"Who said I've never raised pets?" Xie Rong suddenly laughed. "I used to be very loving."

Lu Baichi lowered his eyes and listened to what he had to say.

“There used to be a stray dog. Everyone in the neighborhood hated it and bullied it. Other dogs could beg for food, but this dog was always sullen and didn’t wag its tail to please people. It was always alone in a corner, which was very unlucky, so it didn’t get any food.”

I feel sorry for him. Every day I feed him meat, pet his head, bathe him, brush his fur, and allow him to rub his head against my face. I also teach other dogs and people who bully him a lesson. As long as he is willing to wag his tail only for me and be my little follower, I will always pity him like this.

But one day, I lost everything—my status, my pride, my future,” Xie Rong’s gentle tone suddenly shifted, “I locked myself in my room every day, suffering agonizingly, wondering why I was the one who lost everything and not someone else! I was clearly better than them, clearly the one with the clearest conscience! But from then on, everyone could step on my head, and while they were stepping on my head, they pretended to comfort me, knocking on my door every day just to come in and laugh at me!”

I won't let them have their way, so I'm hiding away, not seeing anyone, and watching how they laugh at me!

But I had locked myself in the room for too long, and I suddenly remembered that my little dog would starve to death without me. That night, I still sneaked out. Xie Rong recalled something, her beautiful eyebrows twitched for a moment, and her neatly trimmed nails dug into Lu Baichi's arm.