Why did he look so angry? Wasn't it exactly what he wanted that she rejected his fiancée's offer to collaborate?
At this moment, Shang Wu felt only confusion.
Lu Rang reappeared, like a veil of mist; she could no longer see through him, and... didn't want to see him anymore.
Shang Wu didn't linger any longer. After saying goodbye to Lu You, she hurriedly went back.
Cheng Zhou came to pick her up, and upon hearing that she had decisively rejected Lu You, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Ah Wu! You should stay away from the Lu family!"
Shang Wu didn't smile. Instead, she frowned slightly, her tone carrying a hint of weariness and seriousness: "Cheng Zhou, let's not talk about them."
All she wants now is to completely sever these unnecessary ties.
Seeing that she looked listless, Cheng Zhou also stopped smiling and considerately took her back to rest.
On the way back to the studio, the radio kept broadcasting emergency weather warnings.
"A strong typhoon is approaching the city and is expected to make landfall tonight. Residents are advised to minimize going out."
Shang Wu frowned.
typhoon?
This was the first time she had encountered a typhoon since moving to Yecheng.
Shang Wu returned to her independent studio and residence, and told A Ying to go back early as well.
It was unsafe during the typhoon, so Ah Ying made sure the doors and windows were securely reinforced before leaving.
The studio has a work area on the first floor and a rest room and a small living room on the second floor. It has a huge floor-to-ceiling window with a great view.
Normally, it offers a panoramic view of the mountains, but in this kind of weather, it appears particularly vulnerable.
really.
As night fell, the typhoon arrived as expected, with fierce winds and torrential rain pounding against the windows, producing terrifying howls and crashing sounds.
The trees outside the window swayed wildly, and occasionally there were loud thuds as something was swept up by the wind and slammed against the wall.
Shang Wu was alone on the second floor.
The huge floor-to-ceiling window looked as if it might shatter at any moment under the raging storm, shaking violently from time to time.
Shang Wu huddled on the sofa, her heart pounding.
She has been somewhat afraid of extreme weather since she was a child, especially when there is thunder and lightning.
Shang Wu dared not stay on the second floor any longer. Clutching a blanket and a pillow, she hurriedly went to the relatively enclosed and safe small rest room on the first floor.
However, the wind and rain were too strong, and the enormous noise was everywhere.
Shang Wu was stung in the eye by a bolt of lightning outside the window. Out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a blurry black figure standing in the courtyard outside the workshop, amidst the swaying wind and rain.
Shang Wu's heart leaped into her throat, and she was so frightened she almost suffocated.
On a typhoon night, under such conditions, how could there be anyone outside the studio?
Could it be haunted?
Shang Wu held her breath, staring intently out the window.
The dark figure seemed to stumble slightly, then took a few more steps forward, getting closer to the light source under the porch.
With the help of the dim light and the occasional flashes of lightning that pierced the night sky, Shang Wu finally managed to make out the outline of the person who had come.
Tall and familiar, even when soaked to the bone and disheveled from the rain, she wouldn't mistake him.
It was Lu Rang.
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