Chapter 189 Lu Rang in Yecheng
early morning.
Shang Wu rubbed her temples and struggled to sit up in bed. It was already broad daylight outside the window.
She has no recollection of last night.
The final scene lingers on the noisy music in the bar and Chen Chunzhi's words about Lu Rang.
After that, everything became a blurry mess. I only vaguely remember that I felt like I vomited and felt terrible.
In the middle of the night, he climbed out of the bathtub wrapped in a blanket and drifted off to sleep in bed.
"Mr. Shang."
Aying brought in honey water and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was awake.
She couldn't help but mutter, "President Shang, why did you drink so much last night? It scared me to death. You threw up like that when you got back."
Shang Wu took the water cup.
She drank a few sips of water and felt much better in her throat.
Shang Wu said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have worried you. I won't get drunk so easily in the future."
She paused, vaguely recalling that someone seemed to have escorted her to the door.
"Did Chen Chunzhi bring me home last night?"
Aying was stunned for a moment. Recalling the familiar figure from last night, she couldn't reconcile it with the carefree Chen Chunzhi.
She hesitated and said, "I... I didn't see his face clearly, I only saw a man's back, and he left quickly. Was it President Chen?"
"Maybe."
Shang Wu rubbed the sun's brow.
Who else could it be?
She drank the water in her glass in one gulp and silently sorted out her chaotic thoughts.
What are your plans for today?
"You have an appointment with General Manager Sun today to discuss cooperation, and all the materials are ready."
Aying immediately reported her work.
Shang Wu nodded.
right.
She's forgotten all of that.
Mr. Sun is a partner from Lincheng and the owner of a well-known clothing brand.
Last weekend, Mr. Sun called to say that he would be here on a business trip and would like to meet with her to discuss designing and creating a set of jewelry for the brand.
In the afternoon, Shang Wu dressed up carefully, trying her best to look her best.
She was wearing a light pink knit sweater and pearl white wide-leg pants, her hair was pulled back, and a few strands of hair fell down beside her face.
After selling her company, her style began to shift from that of a powerful businesswoman to that of an artistic studio owner.
Her former colleagues would never have imagined that she, who was usually so decisive and efficient, could also have such a gentle and kind working attitude.
Shang Wu arrived at the tea room where she had arranged to meet General Manager Sun on time.
The tea room was elegant and quiet, with the gentle fragrance of incense.
Ms. Sun is a capable woman in her forties who is very interested in Shangwu's designs.
The two discussed it for a long time.
However, for some reason, Shang Wu always had a feeling of unease, like a thorn in his side.
It was as if a very strong gaze was being cast from some corner, firmly locking onto her, making her feel inexplicably uneasy.
Several times, Shang Wu couldn't help but look around, but all he saw were elegant screens and green plants.
Is she being too sensitive?
Or is it a hangover?
The talks are drawing to a close.
Mr. Sun glanced at his watch, a hint of apology on his face, and interrupted the ongoing conversation.
"Ms. Shang, your design concept really impressed me, and I personally have high hopes for this collaboration."
A hint of joy rose in Shang Wu's heart, but then she heard General Manager Sun change the subject: "The specific cooperation plan and budget still need to be considered internally by our company, and..."
She smiled, with a touch of tact, "I have a very important dinner engagement later, so I have to leave first. I'm really sorry."
Shang Wu expressed her understanding: "It's alright, you go ahead with your work, I look forward to hearing from you."
While packing his things, Mr. Sun casually said, "Yes, there's no other way. This is a really important person. He came from Lincheng and has a tight schedule. It's not easy to get together for dinner. I can't afford to be late."
A big shot from Lincheng?
Shang Wu's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and that feeling of being watched came back, even stronger than before.
Her voice carried a nervousness she herself was unaware of as she blurted out, "I wonder which distinguished guest is it that Mr. Sun values so highly?"
Mr. Sun picked up his bag, stood up, and, with a hint of pride and boastfulness in his voice, clearly uttered two words:
"Young Master Yu, Lu Rang."
Shang Wu's smile froze instantly, her blood seemed to stop flowing for a moment, and her fingertips turned icy cold.
Lu Rang?
Is he in Yecheng?
Is this the person Mr. Sun wants to meet?
Mr. Sun did not notice anything unusual about her, and after finishing his sentence, he hurriedly said goodbye and left.
Shang Wu stood frozen in place, the name "Lu Rang" echoing repeatedly in her ears, and she felt as if the air around her had become thinner.
The incense in the tea room still seemed to linger around my nose.
But Shang Wu only felt difficulty breathing.
Mr. Sun had already left, but she remained sitting there, the name "Lu Rang" echoing repeatedly in her mind.
Lu Rang was actually in Yecheng.
Did he know that she was also in Yecheng?
Shang Wu was in a state of turmoil and couldn't sit still, so she immediately left the tea room.
No sooner had she stepped outside than her cell phone rang in her bag.
It was Chen Chunzhi.
"Awu, where are you? Were you alright last night? Do you have time to come out today?"
On the other end of the phone, Chen Chunzhi's voice carried its usual lightness.
Shang Wu was stunned.
She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound normal.
"I'm fine, thank you so much, Mr. Chen. It's also kind of you to personally take me home."
She subconsciously concluded that Chen Chunzhi had escorted her to the door last night.
"Huh? I'll take you home?" Chen Chunzhi's tone faltered for a moment, then became somewhat awkward. "Uh, I didn't take you home, but I really didn't mean to leave you behind last night. You insisted on calling a designated driver."
Shang Wu was taken aback.
Chen Chunzhi continued explaining, "Besides, my friend suddenly had an urgent matter and was in a hurry to get me here. I noticed you seemed a little dizzy at that time, so I put you in the car and left first..."
Shang Wu stopped in his tracks.
Wasn't it Chen Chunzhi who escorted her to the door?
So, who was that man's back that Aying saw?
Mr. Sun said that Lu Rang still felt like he was being watched in Yecheng...
A terrifying and absurd conjecture suddenly exploded in Shang Wu's mind.
It can't really be Lu Rang.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you okay? Are you angry with me?" Chen Chunzhi asked suspiciously on the other end of the phone.
Shang Wu snapped back to reality, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"No, I have something to do here, I'll hang up now."
Before Chen Chunzhi could respond, she immediately hung up the phone, her hands trembling as she hailed a taxi and gave him the address of her studio.
Throughout the journey, Shang Wu's heart pounded wildly, and her palms were constantly sweating.
Back in the studio, Aying was tidying up the table when she saw her come in with a pale face, and she was startled.
"Mr. Shang, what's wrong? You look so pale. Did your meeting with Mr. Sun not go well?"
Shang Wu didn't answer, and went straight to the computer behind the desk, her fingers moving uncontrollably due to nervousness.
She accessed the backend system of the surveillance camera at the studio entrance.
"Mr. Shang, what are you looking for?" Aying asked anxiously as she approached him.
Shang Wu pursed her lips and quickly dragged the progress bar to find the approximate time frame when she returned last night.
The surveillance footage first showed an empty street.
Then, a car stopped.
She staggered out of the car, her head down as she fumbled for her keys in her bag.
There is a man standing in the lower left corner of the surveillance camera's view.
He stood quietly in the shadows at the studio entrance, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Although the image wasn't very clear, the tall, imposing figure, the stern profile, and the chilling sense of oppression that could be felt even through the screen...
Who else could it be but Lu Rang?
Shang Wu's breathing suddenly stopped, and her pupils constricted.
She saw herself staggering towards him in the surveillance footage, and then... she actually smiled at him and even pointed her finger...
Then, Shang Wu saw Lu Rang suddenly shove her hand away, his face as dark as if he wanted to kill someone.
She saw her own lips moving, as if she were calling his name, and then rushed to the side to vomit.
Finally, Ah Ying opened the door and quickly led her inside.
Lu Rang turned and left resolutely, without pausing for even a second.
Every scene was like a red-hot branding iron, searing Shang Wu's heart with indescribable pain.
It really was him.
When she was at her most disheveled and vulnerable, Lu Rang appeared before her and witnessed all her loss of composure.
Shang Wu's hand went limp, knocking over the water glass on the table.
The glass shattered on the floor, instantly splintering into pieces, and cold water splashed onto her shoes and socks.
"Ms. Shang, are you alright? Are you hurt?" Aying quickly helped her clean up.
But Shang Wu didn't react at all, just staring intently at the frozen surveillance footage.
Lu Rang's departing figure showed no trace of lingering affection.
Shang Wu seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she was swaying precariously.
"Mr. Shang, don't move!" Aying quickly went to find a towel.
Shang Wu seemed to be deaf to all sounds; the only things in the world she saw were the figure on the screen and her own drunken state that kept replaying in her mind.
Why was he at the studio at that time?
Regardless of why he appeared, seeing her drunken state, he immediately turned around and left.
It doesn't matter.
Shang Wu thought despondently, since Lu Rang hated her anyway, all their past was buried in Lincheng, and now they were just strangers with no connection whatsoever.
Whether Lu Rang learned by chance that she was the owner of this studio and had started a new life and wanted to come and see her, or for some other reason, it doesn't change the established fact.
That means Lu Rang dislikes her and hates her. He can't possibly come looking for her when he knows she's the woman who betrayed him and cheated on him, even though he's in this state of memory confusion and loss.
That's just too unreasonable.
That's not Lu Rang's personality either.
He is intolerant of any flaws.
If that weren't the case, those psychologists wouldn't have chosen to portray her as a woman who cheated on her husband, in order to completely break off her relationship with Lu Rang.
Shang Wu slowly exhaled, calmed down, and came to her senses to tidy up with A Ying.
Aying swallowed hard as she looked at her face.
"Mr. Shang, this, this is Attorney Lu, right? He came over last night. I wasn't mistaken, I just thought that figure didn't look like Mr. Chen. What's he doing here?"
The barrage of questions only made Shang Wu more flustered.
She shook her head, weak and listless.
"I don't know, but Lu Rang probably won't show up."
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