Chapter 239 This is what Lu Yi owes her
Meng Anran's fingers trembled slightly. She stared at the photo, her chest feeling as if pressed by a huge rock, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"What do you want?" Her voice was a little hoarse, as if squeezed out from between her teeth.
Lu Heng's eyes were deep and calm: "It's not about what we want to do, but what you are going to choose."
Meng Anran clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. She recalled Lu Yi's almost morbid look in the ward earlier; that obsession and madness chilled her to the bone.
"Why me?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Because you are the only one who can influence him." Lu Heng looked directly into her eyes. "He only listens to you."
Meng Anran sneered: "How ironic."
She turned and prepared to leave.
"An Ran." Lu Heng suddenly stopped her, "Think it over carefully."
She didn't look back and walked straight to the elevator.
The elevator door slowly closed, she pressed the down button, and her slightly pale face was reflected in the metal door.
The elevator went down to the first floor. The rain outside was getting heavier. Meng Anran stood at the end of the hospital corridor, turning the blood-red amber bracelet that Qin Mu gave her on her coming-of-age day in her hand, and looking coldly at the sky outside the window as it gradually turned white.
Just then, the phone vibrated.
It was a message from Kenai: [Did you go to the hospital?]
Meng Anran paused for a moment, then replied: [Yes.]
Kenai quickly sent another message: [You hate him, but you still went.]
Meng Anran stared at the screen for a while without replying.
She knew she shouldn't have come, but she always felt a certain worry in her heart.
Perhaps, she was subconsciously aware that Lu Yi cared about her, but people born in the Lu family did not understand love or how to express love.
That's why the care turns into hurt.
If she were to be honest, she didn't want Lu Yi to die, at least she didn't want him to lose his life so easily.
That life should be lived for her.
This is what Lu Yi owes her.
Meanwhile, in the ward.
Lu Yi looked at Lu Heng who pushed the door open, the anticipation in his eyes disappeared in an instant, "She's gone?"
"Yeah." Lu Heng responded, and then added, "She's flying to Country A today, so she's leaving first."
Lu Yi leaned against the headboard, his snow-white skin showing a kind of enchanting beauty. He laughed at himself, "She still hates me."
Lu Heng stared at him, his deep eyes slightly darkened, as if he was surprised by Lu Yi's expression and reaction.
Self-deprecating?
This kind of emotion should never appear on Lu Yi's face. He has always been perverse, arrogant, and crazy. When has he ever tried to complain about himself?
"What are you thinking?" Lu Heng asked abruptly. Meeting Lu Yi's puzzled gaze, he added, "Driving up the mountain in the heavy rain, do you really want to die?"
Lu Yi lowered his eyes, his expression darkening. From his pale lips came a faint and light voice: "I don't know. I suddenly felt irritated, so I drove up."
He couldn't explain the feeling, it was like... an uncontrollable restlessness, his body seemed to have some strange reactions, making him feel very uncomfortable and making him desperately want to seek excitement.
"Have you used the tranquilizer?" Lu Heng asked bluntly.
Lu Heng had never forced Lu Yi to take the tranquilizer. Instead, Lu Yi had voluntarily requested the use of the tranquilizer since he went mad and hurt Meng An when he was fifteen years old.
Although there were occasions when he couldn't control himself and dragged Meng Anran to death, those were few and far between. Otherwise, given Lu Yi's condition, he and Meng Anran would have died more than a decade ago.
"I did. But the feeling that day was different from usual." Lu Yi recalled the situation at that time, but he still couldn't put it into words. "It's different from the previous loss of rationality. It's more like... an addiction."
Lu Heng was silent for a long while, too lazy to think about it. "Maybe your body has developed resistance to the sedative. I'll increase the dosage next time. You should know that no matter what you do, I don't care, but the bottom line is that you can't hurt An Ran."
Lu Yi didn't say anything. If she could control her body with reason, he also hoped that she would be safe and sound.
*
The afternoon sun shines through the clouds onto the surface of the Ria Art Museum, reflecting a dazzling light.
"Second sister, is this the art exhibition you mentioned? It's so spectacular!" Meng Chenghong got out of the taxi, looked up at the art exhibition, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
He deliberately wore a light-colored shirt and casual trousers today, with a windbreaker on the outside, looking formal yet youthful and energetic.
Meng Anran glanced at him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Don't make a fuss, there are a lot of people inside, just follow me closely and don't run around."
Meng Chenghong nodded. He was unfamiliar with the place and definitely couldn't get separated from his second sister.
In the gilded hall of the Ria Art Museum, the champagne tower reflects the light of the crystal chandelier.
Meng Anran was wearing a dark green fishtail skirt. Her fingertips gently stroked the jade pendant on her earlobe, and she gave a perfect smile to the curator who was walking towards her.
"Mr. Anderson, how are you?" She shook hands with him, speaking fluent foreign language with the unique accent of Country A.
Anderson is a middle-aged white man with blond hair and blue eyes. He exudes an artistic atmosphere. When he saw Meng Anran, he smiled from the bottom of his heart, and fine wrinkles appeared on his face.
"Ms. Qiran, your work is still so popular. Many people have been asking for your information since the exhibition started."
The piece "Expulsion" belonging to Sadan was placed against the wall in the exhibition hall, an unattractive place, but it was always surrounded by a crowd of viewers.
Meng Anran chuckled politely, "Thanks for your appreciation."
"Second sister, can I go and see your work?" Meng Chenghong didn't understand what the two people were talking about. He just wanted to see his second sister's masterpiece with his own eyes.
I had looked up photos on the Internet before, and they were already amazing enough. I didn’t know how shocking it would be to see it with my own eyes.
Meng Anran briefly introduced her younger brother to Anderson, and after a few greetings, they parted ways and took Meng Chenghong to the location of "Expulsion".
"You stay here and call me if you have anything. I'm going to say hello to some acquaintances." Meng Anran pointed to the glass cabinet surrounded by a dozen people, gave his brother some instructions, and turned to walk in the opposite direction.
Meng Chenghong walked into the crowd. When the stone sculptures in the glass display case came into view, his pupils trembled violently and he felt the pain and tearing breath coming towards him.
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