"Did you hear me? You absolutely cannot be with Lu Rang, he's a murderer!"
As Shang Wu hurried upstairs, Ruan Yuzhi followed behind, anxiously scolding him.
She quickly closed the door, leaned against it, and slowly exhaled, her heart pounding.
"Lu Rang has killed people."
"He killed his own brother."
"He's a murderer."
These words kept replaying in Shang Wu's mind, interspersed with scenes of Lu Rang losing his temper in the liquor store and indiscriminately attacking everyone.
impossible……
Shang Wu took out her phone, hovering her fingertip over Lu Rang's number, but ultimately put it down.
This is something that must be clarified in person.
...
The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Shang Wu washed up and went out with dark circles under her eyes.
She knew the apartment door lock code from the last time she visited Lu Rang's home.
Shang Wu didn't go in; she rang the doorbell several times, but no one answered.
She frowned and looked at the garage on the side of the apartment.
That silver-gray Lexus is no longer there.
Shang Wu hesitated for two seconds, then her breath hitched as she thought of the photo frame in Lu Rang's study.
After a moment, she made a decision and entered the password directly.
"Lu Rang?"
Shang Wu lowered his voice.
The living room was empty and cold, and no one responded.
She pulled her coat tighter, went upstairs, and stood at the door of the study.
This should be Lu Rang's most private place in the entire apartment building.
Shang Wu pushed open the door and went in, looking around.
The study was filled with the faint scent of printing paper and ink, and the bookshelves were neatly arranged with various law books, ranging from professional books to detailed case analyses.
She glanced around and looked at the desk.
The photo frame still sits on the corner of the table.
Last time, Shang Wu only noticed that there were two identical boys on the front of the photo frame, but now, upon closer inspection, she discovered that there was a folded white letter on the back of the frame.
Her heart raced. She picked up the photo frame and saw two boys with strikingly similar features, smiling brightly at the camera. Her expression was complicated for a moment before she opened the frame and took out the paper on the back.
The paper must have been torn from a diary; the edges were jagged, and the handwriting on it was neat and strong, but with a touch of childishness.
It is Lu Rang's handwriting, and it must have been written a long time ago.
On January 21, 2012, at 11 PM, I dreamt of my brother again. He cried and asked me why I killed him. In the dream, all I could do was crouch on the ground, covering my head, and say sorry. I did kill him. If Uncle Lin hadn't stopped me, I might really have…
The words here abruptly end.
It must be that Lu Rang couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't continue writing.
Shang Wu's fingertips began to tremble.
Before seeing this letter, she thought it was a huge misunderstanding.
But now, Lu Rang, who lived more than ten years ago, has already admitted it. How can she refute what her mother said?
Shang Wu's face grew paler and paler.
No, Lu Rang would never kill someone.
Even if he really did kill his brother, it was an accidental injury, perhaps a mental breakdown, and he acted that way because he wasn't thinking clearly.
She needs to find out!
Shang Wu immediately stuffed the letter back in its original position, and after restoring everything to its original state, she was about to leave when she suddenly noticed a business card on the corner of the table.
The address and phone number of the psychologist's office are listed above.
Shang Wu bit her lip, entered the number into her phone, turned around and hurriedly went downstairs to the living room to make the call.
The call was quickly connected, and the psychologist's voice still sounded sleepy.
Hello, who is this?
"It's me, Shang Wu, Lu Rang's girlfriend."
Shang Wu tried to keep her voice steady: "I called to ask you, when you were doing psychological counseling for Lu Rang, did you hear him mention anything about the past? For example... maybe something from around 2012?"
She tentatively asked a question, holding her breath and waiting for the other person's reply.
The psychologist remained silent for more than ten seconds, and Shang Wu was about to think he had fallen asleep when he finally spoke slowly.
“I don’t care how you found out, this matter is not only a secret of the Yu family that cannot be known to outsiders, but it is also a trigger for Lu Rang’s illness. He will start to lose control as soon as it is mentioned. You absolutely must not mention this to him in the first half of the year, understand?”
Shang Wu gripped her phone tightly, her face paling for a moment: "So you mean, this really happened?"
Before the psychologist could answer, a faint chuckle suddenly came from behind.
"It seems you've already discovered the young master's secret."
Hearing the voice behind her out of the blue, Shang Wu was so startled that she almost dropped her phone.
She hung up the phone and steadied herself: "What do you mean?"
Qianjue stared intently at Shang Wu and stepped forward: "As someone who has always been by the side of the master and young master, let me remind you that the Yu family is much more complicated than you imagine. You have only known the young master for a few months and do not fully understand him. If you find it difficult to accept, leaving now would be better for both of you."
Shang Wu's expression turned cold.
How she chooses and what she thinks is her own business.
No one has the right to interfere.
Shang Wu is extremely agitated and inexplicably angry.
Whether it was due to her mother's urgent pressure or because she thought she could be with Lu Rang properly, this uncertainty suddenly arose.
Or perhaps, it was Qianjue's arrogant and condescending attitude, telling her to leave immediately, that inexplicably angered her.
"Thank you for reminding me."
Shang Wu sneered: "But this is between Lu Rang and me. I would accept it even if he committed murder and arson. Our relationship does not allow anyone to interfere."
Qianjue raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by her reaction: "Commendable courage, Miss Shang. I hope you won't regret saying that, after all—"
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