Chapter 160 The Uncontrolled Guardian
The imposing footsteps outside the door stopped.
It stopped right in front of the room where Bai Shu was hiding.
哢哒.
The slight turning of the key into the lock sounded like a thunderclap in Bai Shu's ears in the deathly silent corridor.
Her heart suddenly stopped.
Qian Weiguo! He has the key to this room!
There was no time to think, no time to weigh the options, not even time to breathe. In the split second before the door lock was about to pop open, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.
In the blink of an eye, Bai Shu activated the Begonia Space without hesitation.
The entire person, along with the miniature camera, vanished from the spot in an instant.
Only a barely perceptible ripple of air remained in the room, which was then dispersed by the rush of air from outside the door.
Squeak—
The door was pushed open.
Qian Weiguo removed his top hat, revealing a face that was both refined and sinister, half-lit and half-shadowed in the dim light. His hawk-like eyes sharply swept across every corner of the room.
There seemed to be a lingering, unfamiliar scent in the air, not belonging to this place.
He frowned slightly, walked to the center of the room, carefully examined the telegraph machine, and then looked at the map on the table again.
Everything was exactly the same as when he left.
Perhaps I'm being too sensitive.
Qian Weiguo walked to the telegraph machine, put on his headphones, and rapidly tapped the key, sending out a short but complex encrypted message.
Having done all this, he didn't linger for a moment. He put his top hat back on, turned around, locked the door, and left. The entire process was carried out with extreme caution.
Inside the Begonia Space, Bai Shu stood at the window of the Inheritance Book Pavilion, watching Qian Weiguo's every move clearly.
Only now did cold sweat break out on her back.
It was just one second off.
If she had hesitated even slightly, she would already be in Qian Weiguo's hands, and her fate would be unimaginable.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
Fear solves nothing.
She had to get out, and she had to walk out the front door as if nothing had happened.
Bai Shu waited patiently in the space, using her senses to assess the activity within the clinic. She waited until the footsteps of the patrolling nurses in the corridor faded into the distance, and then the groans of a patient from another room drew the attention of others.
Now!
With a thought, she appeared in a storage room in the clinic where miscellaneous items were piled up.
She quickly straightened her homespun clothes, rummaged through her hair to make it even messier, and put on that timid and pained expression again before limping out of the storage room.
She lowered her head, walked along the wall towards the toilet, then clutched her stomach and walked back with a pained expression.
"Doctor... I... I've finished pooping, but it still hurts..." Her voice was hoarse, and her performance was incredibly lifelike.
The doctor with the deadpan expression didn't even bother to lift his head. He impatiently grabbed a packet of herbs from the drawer and threw it on the table.
"Get lost, go back and brew some soup to drink, you won't die."
"Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor..."
Bai Zhu felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She grabbed her medicine bag, hunched over, and almost ran away from the place that had chilled her to the bone.
In the darkness at the alley entrance, a black Volga lay silently waiting.
When the figure of the thin "country girl" appeared, the car door opened silently.
Qin Zheng pulled her inside.
"Young Miss!"
Back in the car, smelling the familiar scent and seeing Lu Jingyan's anxious face, Su Wantang could no longer hold back.
The solid icy shell that belonged to "Bai Shu" shattered inch by inch in an instant.
Her body went limp, and she collapsed into Lu Jingyan's arms, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably.
It wasn't the coldness, it was the lingering fear.
Inside, every step she took was a knife's edge. If she had hesitated for even a second, if she had made even one wrong move, she would have been caught on the spot, used as a test subject, or simply silenced.
The suffocating feeling of brushing past death now overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
Lu Jingyan didn't ask anything. He simply used his steely arms to hold her tightly in his embrace, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
He could feel her stiffness and trembling, and smell the nauseating stench of disinfectant and blood clinging to her body.
His heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe.
The car started, and Qin Zheng drove in silence. Through the rearview mirror, he saw his young lady curled up in Lu Jingyan's arms like a frightened little animal. The man who was usually decisive and ruthless had only overwhelming fear and burning anger on his face.
Back in the courtyard, as soon as the car came to a stop, Lu Jingyan opened the car door, bent down, picked up Su Wantang, and strode towards the bedroom.
His steps were quick and steady, his chest firm and burning.
Su Wantang buried her face in the crook of his neck, greedily inhaling his unique, comforting scent.
Bang.
He closed the bedroom door with his heel.
Lu Jingyan gently placed her on the soft bed, but did not get up. He leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her body, completely enveloping her in his shadow.
Under the light, he saw her pale, bloodless face, the lingering fear in her beautiful peach blossom eyes, and the deep-seated vulnerability beneath her sallow skin.
A surge of violent anger and lingering fear exploded in his chest.
He's angry at himself!
I'm so angry at myself for agreeing to her crazy plan! I'm so angry at myself for letting her take such a huge risk by herself!
He was even angrier at those people! Those scum who dared to hurt her and put her in danger!
"Wantang..."
His voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable, as if it were being squeezed out from deep in his throat.
The next second, a kiss, carrying both a sense of punishment and reassurance, landed heavily on his lips.
This kiss was devoid of any tenderness, filled with plunder and possession, domineering and fierce, as if it were a way to confirm that she was still intact and there beneath him.
Su Wantang was almost suffocating from his kiss, but she didn't push him away.
After fear comes extreme dependence.
She sensed his intense worry, lingering fear, and love that was about to spiral out of control. She reached out her still slightly trembling hand and tightly wrapped it around his neck, responding to him awkwardly yet passionately.
The floodgates of emotion were completely opened at this moment.
Reason was thrown to the winds.
Tear—
The unsightly homespun clothes were roughly torn open and scattered on the ground.
The temperature in the room rose rapidly amidst their intertwined breaths.
Lu Jingyan raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on his lover beneath him, whose gaze was dazed. He watched as her once snow-white skin returned to normal, and as her cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse and raspy.
"Wantang, you must never put yourself in danger again..."
"Your safety is more important than any evidence."
Did you hear that?
A tear slid down Su Wantang's cheek, she couldn't tell if it was from grievance or emotion. She nodded, tilted her head back, and kissed his sexy Adam's apple.
This action, like a match, completely ignited Lu Jingyan's extremely tense nerves.
He used the most primal form of possession to soothe her fear.
He used the most outrageous demands to soothe his heart, which was on the verge of spiraling out of control.
He wanted her to know that she wasn't alone.
He wanted her to remember that she had him.
The moonlight outside the window was as clear as water and as cold as frost.
The room was bright and beautiful, but the heat was intense.
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