Chapter 100: Gorgeous Cage She and I can never go back. ...
In the elevator, Fang Qingzhuo's eyelids were still twitching violently. Thinking of the news about the villa sent by his aunt during the meeting, he became more and more uneasy.
Tang Yan, standing by, didn't dare breathe. The scene of the biting and clawing not long ago was still vivid in his mind. He glanced at the expressionless man reflected in the elevator wall and asked cautiously, "Mr. Fang is not here. Do you have any plan for dealing with the paternity test you agreed to do?"
Fang Qingzhuo: "No."
Tang Yan: "Is that a delaying tactic?"
Fang Qingzhuo stared at the elevator button area in a trance, considering whether to go back and take a look: "Not really."
Tang Yan: "Do we need to report this to Mr. Fang?"
Fang Qingzhuo raised his head and asked, "If we could find him, would this happen today?"
Tang Yan was also confused. They were sure that Fang Jueshan was not around, so they dared to come and force the emperor to abdicate.
Fang Qingzhuo: "Five years ago, Lin Su disappeared without a trace. Was it my father's idea?"
Tang Yan nodded.
Fang Qingzhuo asked casually: "Do you think that child is ours?"
Tang Yan was momentarily troubled: "This... I dare not speculate rashly."
Fang Qingzhuo: "Then do you believe what she said about me not being a member of the Fang family?"
Tang Yan hesitated for a second: "I believe you, and I also believe in Mr. Fang."
Fang Qingzhuo smiled stiffly: "Even you hesitated for a moment, let alone others."
Tang Yan lowered his head in shame.
"If you were Lin Su, your only supporter had fallen, and you couldn't get the benefits you wanted from me, what would you do next?" Fang Qingzhuo looked at him and said, "As for Li Suba's internal troubles, they might even lead to unexpected external troubles."
Speaking of Li Suba, Tang Yan couldn't understand why Fang Qingzhuo had shown mercy at the meeting. "We clearly have evidence of Li Suba's guilt, so why did you go to all the trouble of getting the Supervisory Board involved? Aren't you afraid of something going wrong midway by asking him to cooperate with the investigation?"
"Because we want to fish in troubled waters."
Fang Qingzhuo nodded slightly, and Tang Yan immediately understood: "I'm overthinking it. So, Lin Su, how do you plan to deal with this?"
"No plans."
"No plans?"
Fang Qingzhuo hummed. He never liked to act rashly. He preferred to force people to reveal their cards. Such a counterattack that grinds into the bones is profound and satisfying.
Tang Yan: "I've crossed paths with Lin Su at work before. Is it possible that she just has her own agenda and isn't an enemy of us or Yike? After all, she used to be an employee of Yike."
Fang Qingzhuo felt sad for his naivety. Five years had passed, how could Lin Su still be the same Lin Su? Besides, human nature was the most difficult thing to test.
Thinking back to Lin Su's arrogant look when she asked him for 100 million just now, he was looking forward to the day when she would be forced into a desperate situation and do something desperate.
She dared to ask for 100 million, but he still refused to give her what she wanted.
"So, tomorrow you will donate 100 million yuan to children in impoverished mountainous areas in the name of the group. Remember, publicity and promotion are essential."
Tang Yan: "What if..."
The constantly changing numbers on the floor display screen indicated the elevator's slow ascent. Fang Qingzhuo's uneasiness grew instead of diminishing. He exhaled, and as he was about to reach his office floor, he pressed "B2F." "There's no such thing as a contingency. If there is, then let's fix it before it happens."
Under the gloomy sky, the manor halfway up the mountain was dead silent. The mountain breeze seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, blowing weakly on the lush fruit trees on the back mountain.
In the villa bedroom, my aunt was wandering helplessly at the bathroom door.
"What's wrong?"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind. Auntie was startled. After seeing who it was, she told the truth: "Miss Luo locked herself in the bathroom all morning."
"Then why didn't you tell me?" Upon hearing that, Fang Qingzhuo frowned and quickly walked to the door and tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't open. It was indeed locked.
Auntie hurriedly explained: "I came to deliver breakfast and lunch. She said she had no appetite and just wanted to take a bath. I didn't think too much of it."
Fang Qingzhuo used his body to push it a few more times, but failed to move it. He shouted anxiously, "What are you waiting for? Go down and call for help. Also, call the doctor."
The second half of the sentence was spoken with a trembling voice.
My aunt also realized that something was wrong and hurried downstairs.
Fang Qingzhuo put his ear to the wooden lattice glass door and listened carefully. There was no sound except his heartbeat. But after listening for a long time, he seemed to hear the sound of running water. He picked up a chair and smashed it three times on the oil-sand glass. A hole was made in the door panel. He reached in and opened the door lock from the inside.
There was no light in the bathroom, and the window was half open. The gray and overcast sky did not provide much light. Luo Shu was half-kneeling and half-lying on the edge of the bathtub with her back to him. Her lively little face last night was now pale. She was unconsciously resting her head on half of her arm, with the part below her elbow buried in the bathtub where the faucet was still running, and her other hand was hanging limply at her side. The most striking thing was the broken glass on the floor tiles.
Fang Qingzhuo was horrified, his throat suddenly became dry, and even his breathing slowed down. A terrible possibility filled his mind. He moved his legs to get closer, but found that his feet were completely out of his control, and the blood in his body began to flow backwards from that moment on.
Realizing that this wasn't going to work, he tried to move forward, and each step he took required tremendous courage.
Only half a step away from seeing inside the tank, Fang Qingzhuo was still nervously moving with the weight, and cold sweat broke out on his back and palms unconsciously. Fortunately, the tank that came into view was spotlessly white, and fortunately, the water was still the color of water.
As if he got some comfort, he rushed over, pulled the arm out of the water and examined it carefully. The soaked shirt cuffs were dripping straight onto the carpet. Fortunately, the skin, fingers and even blood vessels were intact.
Some sanity seemed to return.
Fang Qingzhuo quickly supported Luo Shu's neck which had no support. The pulsation of the carotid artery made his palm numb. It was a false alarm.
The worry that had been hanging in his throat finally dissipated. He carefully brought her into his arms, holding her tightly with fear, as if he was hugging a treasure that had been lost and found again. The emotions that had been suppressed to the limit turned into a tear in his tear glands, followed by a second and a third. He could not feel how tightly he was holding Luo Shu, he just felt that he was alive again from that moment on.
It was Luo Shu who fainted, but he was the one who felt that he had survived.
It was already dark when Luo Shu woke up. She was still in that gorgeous cage. She struggled to sit up, her limbs were soft and she had no strength at all. Just as she was about to get out of bed, she was stopped by a pulling pain on the back of her hand. She gasped in pain and looked up. There was a needle inserted in the blood vessel on the back of her hand. It turned out that she was receiving an IV.
Her subtle movement quickly attracted another person in the room.
"Kid, you're awake."
Luo Shu followed the source of the sound and saw an old lady with gray hair but a vigorous spirit. Seeing that it was another unfamiliar face, she simply retreated into the quilt with her head hung and said nothing.
The old lady didn't mean to blame her. She smiled and held her cold little hand in hers to warm it up. "You have hypoglycemia. I'll ask someone to bring you some food."
Luo Shu still refused to speak. She hadn't eaten all day and was trapped in the room, sweating all over. She thought about cleaning up first, but after taking a few steps, her eyes went black and she fell directly beside the bathtub.
Half awake and half unconscious, she felt someone constantly sticking to her and apologizing. Her subconscious told her that the person was Fang Qingzhuo, because she called out "Fang Qingzhuo" in a daze, and the person responded quickly and urgently.
So, taking advantage of her trance, she asked to go back. Almost the next second, before she fell completely asleep, she heard: "Okay, I promise you."
Luo Shu wanted to ask where Fang Qingzhuo was, but the moment she looked up and caught a glimpse of the thick night outside the window, her weak body blurted out four firm words: "I want to go back."
Under the old lady's arrangement, Luo Shu left the room as she wished and got into the old lady's special car.
Before leaving, as if she was more sensitive to sight or perhaps sensed something, she looked through the car window at the second-floor balcony above her head. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she vaguely saw a figure passing by.
In the blink of an eye, the car started moving like an arrow, and the uncertain scene in the field of vision passed by, leaving only a shadow.
The villa was completely silent at night. Compared to the gentle breeze during the day, the mountain wind at night was stronger. Fang Qingzhuo hid in the room alone, letting the hustle and bustle of the world drown him.
In a dark environment, people's hearing is always more sensitive than before.
There was no light in the room. As soon as the old lady entered, Fang Qingzhuo, who was huddled at the foot of the bed, immediately turned his face away.
The old lady did not expose his poor acting skills, but walked to the bedside and sat down, saying softly: "My dear, grandma has sent you back safely."
The low pressure around Fang Qingzhuo had long since dissipated. He sniffed and said, "Thank you, grandma."
As a grandmother, how could she bear to see her grandson sad? "Don't keep anything in your heart, tell grandma."
"Well, did she say anything?" Fang Qingzhuo asked half hesitantly and half expectantly.
The old lady sighed inwardly, but she didn't want to lie to him: "The first thing I said when I woke up was that I wanted to go back."
"She, I'm glad she's okay. It's just that she will probably never forgive me." A hint of trembling as if she was about to collapse slowly emerged in Fang Qingzhuo's voice, and his crying tone was fully revealed as his voice became intermittent.
The wind blew up the curtains, picking up his hair and revealing the brokenness in his eyes.
That lingering fear still haunted him, trapped him, slowly blooming from his heart and spreading through every blood vessel. He didn't dare face Luo Shu, and even watched her leave secretly from a corner, fearing that this might be the last time they would see each other. He swore he had never intended to push her to that point, like Zhu Jie. Every time he thought about it, he couldn't help but shudder.
"I'm at my wit's end. The scene of her collapsing inside scared me to death, but why do I always break my promises? I haven't fulfilled a single promise I made to her. I deserve it and don't deserve any sympathy. She was almost willing to give in, but I pushed her back to her original state. There's no going back. She and I can never go back."
He hemmed and hawed for a long time, his words incoherent, like a carnivore exposing its most fatal weakness, pouring out all his unspoken sorrow. "I won't dare to push her anymore. I really know I was wrong. Grandma, I was really wrong."
Fang Qingzhuo, who is immune to all poisons, is the only one who knows how he fell step by step, and how he degenerated step by step. Then he stubbornly maintained this dream with great difficulty, hoping that the dream would come true. In the end, it was a nightmare that almost came true. He was the executioner, and the deepest knife was stabbed by himself.
He didn't even dare to close his eyes. Once he closed his eyes, the real scenes engraved in his brain would break through numerous obstacles and rush towards him. He had made too many mistakes. He was completely defeated and powerless to turn the situation around. He could only cry loudly and throw himself into his grandmother's arms like a child who had made a mistake, repeating over and over again, "I was really wrong."
At this moment, the old lady, who was over fifty years old, seemed to see the shadow of her son in her grandson. History seemed to be repeating itself, but it was not.
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