Chapter 191 Are you out of your mind?
Why?
Lu Rang couldn't understand it.
Every time he felt something was amiss, she always managed to make him loathe and distance himself from her in the most disgusting way.
Shang Wu knew she had never been sincere with him.
...
On the other side.
The sports car drove several blocks away, until it was completely far from the company and that suffocating figure, before Shang Wu suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road.
The allure and passion she had just maintained vanished from her face in an instant, leaving only a near-exhausted pallor.
She loosened her grip on the steering wheel, her fingertips still trembling slightly.
Chen Chunzhi rubbed his arm, which she had pinched painfully, and sighed helplessly as he watched her expression change instantly.
"Miss Shang, you're being way too obvious with your use of me. You don't treat someone like a tool like this. That was my first on-screen kiss just now, it almost scared me to death."
Shang Wu didn't look at him, but stared at the endless stream of cars outside the window, her voice calm and even, with a hint of tired hoarseness.
"One is willing to give, and the other is willing to receive, isn't that right? Thank you for today, I owe you a favor."
Her coldness and aloofness were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing Chen Chunzhi's desire to joke.
He touched his nose and wisely refrained from saying anything more: "Fine, whatever, I like you, I can't do anything about it. Where are you going? I'll take you."
"No need, I'll go back to the hotel myself." Shang Wu got out of the car without the slightest hesitation. "Please forget about what happened today."
Back at her hotel, Shang Wu immediately booked the earliest flight back to Yecheng for the next day.
She felt suffocated in Lincheng, a place she could stay for even a second longer.
She just wanted to escape everything related to Lu Rang immediately.
After taking a shower, Shang Wu collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, but couldn't fall asleep.
Everything that happened during the day, especially Lu Rang's cold yet complex gaze and her deliberately misplaced kiss, kept replaying in her mind, bringing waves of heart palpitations.
Just as she was tossing and turning, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The voice was heavy, unlike that of a hotel staff member.
Shang Wu's heart skipped a beat, and she sat up alertly: "Who?"
There was no answer from outside the door, only more urgent and forceful knocking.
An ominous premonition rose in my heart.
Shang Wu cautiously walked behind the door and looked out through the peephole.
Under the corridor lights, Lu Rang's tall figure leaned against her door panel, his head down, his expression unreadable, but he exuded an aura of extreme danger and loss of control.
How did he find this place?
Shang Wu was so frightened that her heart almost stopped.
Lu Rang, standing outside the door, seemed to have lost his patience. His voice was hoarse as he urged, "Shang Wu, open the door."
His condition was clearly not right.
Afraid that he would attract other guests, Shang Wu gritted her teeth and suddenly pulled open the door!
The moment the door opened, a strong smell of alcohol mixed with his familiar, cold aura rushed out.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Rang shoved her into the room.
Shang Wu gasped and stumbled backward, but before she hit the wall, a hand cushioned her fall between her and the wall.
Even so, when she bumped into Lu Rang's protruding finger bone, she still felt so much pain that her vision went black.
Before she could react, hot, alcohol-scented lips pressed down on hers, silencing all her surprise.
The kiss was anything but gentle; it was full of predation.
Lu Rang's arms gripped her tightly like iron clamps, squeezing her so hard that her bones ached, as if he wanted to crush her and swallow her whole.
Shang Wu's mind went blank; all that remained was shock.
She struggled desperately, pushing against his firm chest with both hands, but she couldn't budge him an inch.
It wasn't until she felt the stinging pain of being bitten on her lips that she snapped back to reality and used all her strength to push Lu Rang away.
She gasped and shouted, "Lu Rang! Are you crazy?!"
In the dim light, Shang Wu could only feel his heavy, hot breath on her neck and hear the frantic pounding of his heart.
“Yes, I’m insane.” Lu Rang’s voice was terribly hoarse, heavy with alcohol and filled with a kind of confusion she had never heard before. “I’m just insane to…”
He didn't finish his sentence, but suddenly lowered his head to find her lips.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shang Wu suddenly reached out and touched the light switch on the wall!
"Smack!"
The blinding white light instantly illuminated the room.
It also illuminated Lu Rang's face, which was very close to his.
His face was flushed an unnatural red, his eyes were wild, and there was even a trace of blood on his skin from her struggles.
More importantly, his exposed neck and wrists were covered with obvious red rashes.
Alcohol allergy.
Shang Wu's pupils contracted sharply. Ignoring her own disheveled state, she pushed him away with all her might, her voice distorted with fear and anger.
"Lu Rang! Are you out of your mind?! Do you know you'll..."
"I know!" Lu Rang was pushed away by her, staggered, leaned against the opposite wall, breathing heavily, staring at her intently, like a trapped wild beast.
But what can I do?
He suddenly raised his hand to cover his head, which felt like it was about to explode, his voice filled with incomprehensible pain.
"Why is it that even though I find you utterly disgusting, even though I know you're a woman who lies all the time, I still can't let go..."
"I can't stand seeing you with other men. I must be crazy to treat a woman like you like this..."
His voice gradually faded as his body slid down the wall.
The alcohol and allergic reactions came on fiercely, and Lu Rang's consciousness began to blur.
Can't let go?
Will it hurt?
Shang Wu thought he had misheard.
But she didn't care about anything else and immediately dialed Qianjue's number.
Shang Wu watched as Lu Rang curled up in pain, the red rash on his neck becoming more and more obvious, and his breathing becoming rapid.
Qianjue's voice remained as calm as ever: "Hello?"
"Lu Rang is in my hotel room! He's been drinking! He has a severe allergic reaction!" Shang Wu's voice was urgent with panic. "Quickly bring him medicine!"
Qianjue on the other end of the phone was obviously taken aback, but quickly recovered.
"I'm coming right away! Try to keep his breathing steady!"
The call was disconnected.
Shang Wu dropped her phone, knelt down beside Lu Rang, and turned pale with fright at the sight of his increasingly pained expression and rapid breathing.
She could only pat his face in vain.
"Lu Rang, Lu Rang, hang in there! Qian Jue is coming soon, don't scare me!"
A few minutes that felt like an eternity were suddenly pushed open.
Qianjue rushed in like a gust of wind, carrying special medicine in her hand.
He glanced at Lu Rang on the ground and Shang Wu kneeling beside him, tears streaming down her face and her clothes slightly disheveled, and his eyes instantly turned cold.
But he didn't ask anything. He immediately squatted down and skillfully fed Lu Rang the pills.
Under the influence of the medication, Lu Rang's pain seemed to be relieved slightly, and his breathing gradually became steady, but his consciousness completely sank into a coma.
Qianjue then raised her head, her icy gaze fixed on Shang Wu, her tone filled with undisguised questioning and disgust.
"What did you do to the young master? How did he end up here? And in this state!"
Shang Wu felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. She stood up awkwardly, straightened her clothes, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I don't know why he came. He had been drinking, and suddenly..."
"Suddenly?" Qian Jue interrupted her, his sarcasm deepening. "Ever since you reappeared, the young master has become increasingly strange! He's out of control, and now he's even touched alcohol, which can kill him! Shang Wu, if you have even a shred of conscience, please stay away from the young master! All you bring him is pain!"
Shang Wu remained silent.
She looked at the unconscious Lu Rang, "I'm sorry..."
Shang Wu said something in a hoarse voice, but it was unclear who she was talking to.
She grabbed her bag from the bed and rushed out of the room.
The cold night wind blew on her face, bringing a biting chill.
She wandered aimlessly down the street, Qianjue's words echoing repeatedly in her ears.
Stay away from him...
Yes, we must stay away from him.
Only in this way can he return to a normal life and be safe.
But... is this the end of it all? When he wakes up, will he come looking for me again because of that inexplicable "inability to let go"?
No, we can't do that.
He must be made to give up completely. He must be made to loathe her to the core, to feel nauseous even at the thought of her name.
Shang Wu stopped in her tracks, a resolute glint in her eyes.
She took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and walked back towards the hotel.
Back outside the room, Qianjue was arranging for someone to help the unconscious Lu Rang to bed. Seeing Shang Wu return, Qianjue's face instantly darkened: "What are you doing back here?"
"When he wakes up, I have a few words to say to him, and then I'll leave and never appear again." Shang Wu's voice was terrifyingly calm.
Qianjue wanted to send her away, but after glancing at Lu Rang on the bed, whose brows were furrowed and who seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, she finally acquiesced with a cold face, while she stood guard outside the suite.
A few hours later, as dawn was breaking, a slight noise came from the inner room.
Shang Wu pushed open the door and went inside.
Lu Rang had already woken up and was leaning against the headboard, his face still pale and sickly weak.
His eyes had regained their clarity, but they were still bloodshot and filled with a deep confusion that even he himself couldn't understand.
When he saw Shang Wu, his pupils contracted slightly, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.
Shang Wu spoke first, her tone filled with the extreme contempt and indifference she had carefully practiced, as if she were watching a huge joke.
"Awake? Still drunk?" She crossed her arms, looking down at him with a mocking smile on her red lips. "The way you acted drunk last night was truly ugly and boring."
Lu Rang's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes instantly turning sharp and cold.
Shang Wu seemed oblivious, continuing to torment him and herself with the most hurtful words: "I've really had enough of you, you know? The reason I approached you in the first place was because you're the heir to the Yu family, with extensive connections and great power. Otherwise, what do you think is so appealing about a man like you, with your gloomy, rigid, and boring personality?"
She saw Lu Rang's hand suddenly clench the bed sheet, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
"Now look what's happened, we've broken up, and you're no longer useful to me. Can't we just go our separate ways? Please, be a man, let it go, and stop bothering me, okay? Seeing you acting like you're going to die makes me sick and nauseous!"
Every word struck Lu Rang with devastating force.
Lu Rang's face went from pale to ashen, and then from ashen to a deathly gray.
He stared intently at her, the last trace of confusion and pain in his eyes replaced by hatred.
The room was deathly silent.
After a long silence, Lu Rang finally spoke, extremely slowly and deliberately, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing, yet carrying a chilling resolve.
"roll."
Shang Wu's heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.
She succeeded.
She got to see the utter disgust and despair in his eyes, just as she had hoped.
She tried her best to maintain the look of disgust on her face, even rolling her eyes dramatically, snorting coldly, turning around without hesitation, opening the door, and walking out.
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