Chapter 241 There will be a special guest tonight
Kenai's voice came from the other end of the phone, hoarse in the early morning hours, but still professional and calm: "Can you describe the knife?"
Meng Anran's fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of the quilt, her knuckles turning white. She closed her eyes, trying to recall the details of the dream: "It wasn't an ordinary knife. It was my chisel, the one I use for carving. The handle was wrapped in black tape."
The sound of a pen scratching across paper came from the other end of the phone. Kenai continued to ask, "Why did you hold it in your dream?"
"I don't know..." Meng Anran's voice suddenly choked. She opened her eyes, looked at the falling snow outside the window, and slowly calmed her mood and tone: "I re-examined my second work "Expulsion" at the art exhibition today. The violent knife marks on the stone carving reminded me of Lu Yi."
Kenai stopped writing, and the reflection from the lenses blocked the doubt and coldness in his eyes.
He didn't know what other identities Meng Anran had, but from what he heard, he knew that her stone sculpture "Expulsion" was on display in an art gallery in Country A.
He quickly opened his computer and searched for "Expulsion".
The moment the introduction and pictures of the work popped up on the webpage, his pupils trembled, and he deeply felt that Meng Anran's condition might be more serious than he had imagined.
Looking closely at the stone sculpture, combined with what Meng Anran had just said, it really looked like both herself and Lu Yi.
Kenai took off his glasses and pinched his brow. "Subconsciously, there is a bond between you and Lu Yi. Where this bond comes from is unknown."
Meng Anran fell silent, recalling the past. She and Lu Yi had always hurt each other. The only time they had a bond was when he went crazy and locked her in the room for fear of hurting her.
Unfortunately, Lu Yi's condition became more and more serious. When he went crazy, he was completely out of control and just wanted to drag her to die with him. She never felt cared for again.
"Anran, what are you thinking about?" Kenai's voice brought her back to reality.
Meng Anran took a deep breath and said, "Ke Nai, I think I may have missed some important information - about Lu Yi's illness."
"You are more important." Kenai's tone was light, but it sounded particularly weighty to Meng Anran's ears. "I am your psychiatrist and your friend. My first priority is to alleviate your condition. We can talk about other things later."
Meng Anran put away her chaotic thoughts and nodded.
"If you have calmed down, close your eyes and take a nap. When you come back, I will hypnotize you." Konai's voice is low and gentle, which always makes people calm down.
After hanging up the phone, Meng Anran lifted the quilt and walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel's top-floor suite reflected her thin figure, and the protruding shoulder blades under her silk nightgown looked like a pair of wings about to break out of their cocoons.
She reached out and touched the cold glass, and snowflakes melted silently outside the window.
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The morning light shines on the glass windows, reflecting a dazzling golden light. The sky outside is clear, as if last night's snow was just an illusion.
Meng Anran stood by the window, her fingertips gently tracing the remaining mist on the glass. She looked at the city gradually awakening in the distance, but her thoughts drifted back to that burning dream.
The phone suddenly vibrated, and Situ Huajian's name appeared on the screen.
"Miss An, the cocktail party starts at 7 o'clock in the evening. I have sent a car to pick you up." Situ Huajian's voice was as deep and elegant as ever.
"Okay, I'll get ready right away." Meng Anran withdrew his thoughts and forced himself to cheer up.
After hanging up the phone, she opened the wardrobe and let her fingers wander through a row of dresses. Finally, she chose a smoky blue velvet dress. Qin Mu had said that this color looked good on her.
Thinking of Qin Mu, the corners of her lips unconsciously rose, and she picked up her phone to send him a message: [I will pay attention to safety at the party tonight, don't worry.]
The other end responded almost immediately: [I have already arrived in Country A.]
Meng Anran widened her eyes, but before she could reply, the doorbell rang.
She walked quickly to open the door, only to see Qin Mu standing outside, his black windbreaker shrouded in morning mist, and the ends of his hair were a little wet and sticky.
"You--" Before Meng Anran could finish her words, Qin Mu pulled her into his arms.
He hugged her tightly, his voice muffled: "Country A is no safer than home, I'm worried about you."
Meng Anran's body stiffened. Thinking of the accident his parents had experienced on the streets of Country A, she instantly understood his worries.
She put her arm around Qin Mu's waist, hugged him back, and chuckled, "You came at the right time. I was just worrying about how to settle Xiao Hong."
Qin Mu frowned immediately, "I'm here to accompany you to the cocktail party, not to help you look after your brother."
"You can't get into the cocktail party without an invitation." Meng Anran teased him jokingly, "Are you worried about me being with Situ? Are you afraid that I'll be kidnapped?"
"That's not the case..." Qin Mu let go of her slightly, lowered his head and kissed her lips, "I still trust you very much, but I can't bear to see you become someone else's female companion."
"I'm just accompanying him to meet a few people, and maybe acting as a translator. No holding hands, no dancing, and avoid any physical contact, okay?" Meng Anran poked Qin Mu's chest with her fingertips, as if teasing him.
Qin Mu held her hand, knowing that An Xiaoran always kept her word and never lied to him, so he nodded reluctantly, "Then I'll take Xiaohong for a walk around the neighborhood tonight, and I'll pick you up after the cocktail party."
"Um."
Meng Anran leaned in his arms, feeling his strong heartbeat.
The sunlight outside the window shone on them, as if adding a layer of warm golden edge to this moment.
However, none of them noticed that on the rooftop of the building opposite the hotel, a figure was holding a telescope and watching all this quietly.
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As night falls, the castle manor is brightly lit and a black car slowly stops in front of the carved iron gate.
Meng Anran pushed the door and got out of the car, her smoky blue velvet dress fluttering slightly in the night breeze.
Situ Huajian had been waiting on the steps for a long time. Seeing that she was alone, the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "It seems that Young Master Qin didn't come?"
"He has something urgent to do." Meng Anran responded indifferently, his eyes sweeping around the manor.
She always felt that someone was staring at her in the dark, but the night was too dark and she couldn't see anything clearly.
The two walked into the castle side by side. All the guests coming and going had blond hair and blue eyes, making Meng Anran, an Asian with black hair and black eyes, look particularly special here.
Situ Huajian stood under the crystal chandelier, looking like an aristocrat who had walked out of a classical oil painting.
He has obvious mixed-race features - a high nose bridge with the sharp lines unique to Nordic people, eye sockets deep enough to hold the light, but those amber pupils exude a mysterious luster of oriental charm.
The silver-gray three-piece suit perfectly outlined his slender figure. An antique pocket watch chain was pinned to the silk tie, and it emitted a low-key silver light as he leaned slightly.
The slightly curly chestnut hair was meticulously styled with hair wax, but a few strands of unruly curls were deliberately left hanging down on the right corner of the forehead, adding a touch of lazy aristocratic temperament to the exquisiteness.
"It doesn't look like a cocktail party that requires my presence. I look more like an outsider." Meng Anran smiled meaningfully.
"There will be a special guest tonight." Situ Huajian lowered his head and spoke into Meng Anran's ear.
Meng Anran could smell the faint scent of cedar on him, mixed with a faint hint of tobacco.
Not ordinary cigarettes, but fine Cuban cigars.
Meng Anran raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Who?"
Situ Huajian wore a small diamond earring on her left ear, which occasionally flashed a cold light under the refraction of the light.
His voice was as deep and mellow as a cello: "Lin Rencheng."
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