Chapter 80 Is Lu Rang out of his mind?
Shang Wu drove to Dingfeng and asked around, but they didn't know as much as Yan Yue. They all said that Lu Rang had taken leave, but they didn't know when he would be back.
Shang Wu had no choice but to take a taxi to Lu Rang's house again.
She rang the doorbell, but no one answered the door for a long time.
Shang Wu took two steps back, glanced up at the second floor, but didn't see any lights on.
As she turned to leave, she glanced down and noticed an order on the steps by the door.
The milkman has arrived; he delivered milk to Lu Rang this morning.
Shang Wu, holding the order, immediately raised her hand and knocked on the door.
"Lu let me know you're inside, open the door."
There was still no response from inside.
Shang Wu peeked through the crack in the door and could vaguely see a person sitting on the sofa in the living room.
It was vaguely recognizable as Lu Rang.
Lu Rang lowered his head, seemingly exhausted, with his back to her, making it impossible to discern his reaction.
Shang Wu pounded on the door even harder.
"Lu Rang, open the door! What are you doing in there? Don't scare me!"
Seeing that the other party did not react, Shang Wu took out her phone and pretended to call the police.
"Is this the police station? There's something going on here, I've noticed..."
Before she could finish speaking, the door behind her suddenly opened.
Shang Wu turned around and saw Lu Rang's appearance, and stood there stunned in surprise.
The two looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.
After a long while, Shang Wu was dragged inside, and the door slammed shut.
Shang Wu almost stumbled and bumped into Lu Rang.
Lu Rang pulled her away again, staring at her lifelessly, his voice hoarse as he spoke.
Why are you here?
Shang Wu did not answer him, but looked him up and down, her breathing somewhat heavy.
"What happened? Did your enemies come knocking on your door? How did you get into this state?"
Lu Rang's chin and neck were covered in bruises from being beaten.
His knuckles were also injured, as if from clenching his fists too tightly during a fight.
Lu Rang turned his back and did not answer her.
"You should go back first."
"Are you being targeted for revenge? Or has someone bullied you? You can tell me, and I'll help you." Shang Wu persisted in asking, not leaving.
Lu Rang took a deep breath, his back to Shang Wu.
Shang Wu could see that he was trying his best to control his emotions.
"I don't want to talk or see anyone right now. Can you go back?"
After Lu Rang finished speaking, there was no further movement for a long time.
He thought Shang Wu had already left, and just as he turned around, he was suddenly gently embraced by Shang Wu.
Shang Wu just saw a hint of despair hidden in Lu Rang's otherwise dull eyes.
She didn't know what Lu Rang had gone through; in just three days, he seemed like a completely different person.
But everyone has their own difficulties.
Some people want revenge, some want to get rich, and some are still stuck in the pain of the past.
She couldn't help others solve their problems; all she could do was hug Lu Rang and give him a few seconds of support.
Even if it's only for a few seconds.
After a while, Shang Wu stepped back and looked at Lu Rang.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to now. But no matter what happens, you have to pull yourself together, Lu Rang. You have to look forward and keep moving forward.”
Lu Rang didn't reply, but quietly looked at her: "Isn't there anyone at the company helping you with your work?"
Shang Wu was stunned for a moment: "What?"
Lu Rang turned around and went upstairs to his study.
"You've come all this way, there must be some trouble you can't solve. I'll go get the computer and help you with it."
Just as Shang Wu was about to follow, she realized that the entire living room was filled with milk cartons lying all over the place.
There were nearly twenty boxes, and apart from that, there was no trace of food.
Lu Rang has disappeared for the past few days. Could he have been staying home drinking milk like crazy?
In an instant, countless guesses flashed through Shang Wu's mind.
Is Lu Rang out of his mind...?
The kind that flares up regularly.
Shang Wu felt a sudden pang of panic and quickly followed him into the study.
Lu Rang was already sitting at the table, turning on his computer to help her with her work.
Shang Wu was getting anxious, so she went over and grabbed Lu Rang's arm to stop him from pressing the keyboard anymore.
"I don't want you to help me with my work. I'm worried about you. You're acting strangely. What happened? Can you tell me?"
Lu Rang didn't speak, he just sat there quietly, staring at the computer screen with a blank look in his eyes.
He seemed to have fallen into a trap from which he could not extricate himself.
Shang Wu was all too familiar with this situation.
This is the situation she was in when her business collapsed, leaving her isolated and helpless, and also facing her brother's imprisonment.
Even when her childhood friend Zhou Yanci offered her a helping hand, she felt as if she were about to be sucked into an unseen abyss at any moment.
Shang Wu has now struggled to climb out of the abyss.
Even with darker and more disgusting revenge to be exacted, she was still fighting tenaciously against fate and dealing with her enemies.
But Lu Rang looks so much like she did three years ago.
Feeling listless and directionless, Shang Wu felt as if she were seeing her former self.
She reached out and unconsciously touched Lu Rang's hair, gently soothing him as if she were comforting her former self.
Shang Wu noticed that Lu Rang's body was not so tense and was slowly relaxing.
Lu Rang looked up at her.
Shang Wu met his gaze silently, a smile appearing on her face, and gently touched the wound on his cheek.
Does it hurt here?
Shang Wu tried to ask in a gentle tone.
Lu Rang's eyes flickered, and he was no longer so gloomy.
He pulled Shang Wu's hand down and held it tightly.
His hands were ice cold.
Shang Wu pressed his hand into her palm, gently warming it.
"Shall I get you some hot water? You can sit here for a while."
She turned to leave, but Lu Rang pulled her back.
Caught off guard, Shang Wu fell onto Lu Rang's lap.
Lu Rang held her tightly with all his might, resting his head on her shoulder, as if he was too exhausted to support himself any longer.
Shang Wu patted his back, feeling a little uncomfortable being hugged like that.
"Let go of me first, I'll get you some water."
Lu Rang didn't react at all. After a while, he let go of her, stood up, and silently took out his phone to check the time.
"I'm fine. I've taken a few days off from the law firm. There's nothing at the company that I can help with, so it shouldn't interfere with your work."
Without even looking up, he said, "Go back. I'll go to work as usual tomorrow."
Shang Wu didn't leave; she just watched him.
She wanted to know why Lu Rang had been unusually hiding at home these past few days, making himself so weak and exhausted, almost like he was half-dead.
"Lu Rang, regardless of whether you consider me a true friend, at the very least we have a relationship based on mutual trust, right?"
Lu Rang frowned and looked at her: "What are you trying to say?"
Shang Wu walked over and said, "You can tell me anything. It's better to have someone to rely on than to lick your wounds on your own."
Lu Rang lowered his eyes and paused, a deep bloodstain still visible on his left cheek.
He suddenly smiled.
"It's really not a big deal."
Shang Wu waited quietly for him to continue.
Lu Rang casually remarked, "I just had a fight with my family."
"Fighting with your family? Why?"
Shang Wu had always had a good relationship with her family, so it was hard for her to imagine why she would fight with them.
"Is it that they're against you doing something? Or perhaps they heard you're investigating my family's case and are worried about the danger, so they don't want you to get too deeply involved?"
Shang Wu's hands tightened; she feared this outcome the most.
She didn't want to cause trouble for Lu Rang, but she needed his help.
"It has little to do with you. I just wanted to practice my skills, so I got into a fight with the man who gave birth to me. I got injured, and he wasn't much better off."
Lu Rang twitched his lips: "Many people are protecting him, but it's no use. In short, none of them are my match."
Shang Wu slowly pursed her lips, looking at him without saying a word.
Not hearing her voice, Lu Rang turned his head to look at her: "What, do you think I'm unreasonable and utterly wicked?"
"No."
Shang Wu denied his words without hesitation: "I was just wondering what kind of grievances you suffered at home to make you like this. You must have had a very hard time."
A hint of worry flickered in her eyes.
Lu Rang was stunned for a moment, then his heart suddenly started pounding wildly, and he even had trouble breathing.
He tried to remain calm: "You're the first person to ask me if I feel wronged or if I'm having a hard time after hearing about this."
Shang Wu was taken aback, and inexplicably felt a pang of tenderness.
Lu Rang suddenly asked, "Have you eaten?"
Shang Wu frowned, realizing he was deliberately avoiding the topic, and didn't say anything more.
Every family has its own troubles.
She couldn't just listen to one side of the story and conclude that Lu Rang was wrong to hit someone; perhaps there were some hidden circumstances she didn't know about.
Shang Wu followed Lu Rang downstairs and suddenly noticed an upside-down photo frame on the table.
She slowed her pace, and seeing that Lu Rang had already gone downstairs, she hesitated for two seconds before quickly walking to the table and picking up the photo frame.
She saw the photo inside the frame.
The photo shows two little boys of similar age who look almost identical.
They were all lying on the blanket, fiddling with their toys; they were about five or six years old.
Shang Wu was somewhat stunned.
Who are these two boys? They look somewhat similar to Lu Rang in their features.
Are they relatives?
As Shang Wu was thinking, Lu Rang's voice came from below.
"What would you like to eat? I'll order some food."
Shang Wu immediately put down the photo frame, restored it to its original position, and hurriedly left.
She feigned nonchalance: "Anything is fine."
Lu Rang nodded, ordered food on his phone, and began tidying up the milk cartons.
Shang Wu sat on the sofa, her gaze following him. She wanted to ask about the photo frame, but dared not say too much.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Shang Wu opened the door, only to bump into a man with an icy expression.
The moment she saw the man, she instantly thought of the man in black she had encountered at the elevator entrance when Lu Rang was allergic to alcohol and she was rushing to find Jiu Yang Dan.
Isn't this the person?
At the time, the man was glaring at her fiercely, holding a mysterious black wooden box in his hand.
He actually knows Lu Rang?
Shang Wu was filled with suspicion and asked, "Who are you?"
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