Chapter 265 You've Always Been Wrong
Meng Anran's breathing suddenly stopped.
The pen slipped from her fingers, and the ink splashed on the snow-white instep of her feet, like a winding bloodstain.
She saw her five-year-old hand tightly grasping the dead dog's collar, and Lu Heng's bloody dagger was shining coldly, with the tip of the knife right in front of her.
"Get out of here..." She staggered back and knocked over the coffee table. The sound of shattering glass startled the dogs.
As the Czech wolfhound lunged at her with its teeth bared, she reached for the stun gun in her purse—but pulled out the Swiss Army knife she always carried.
The crisp sound of the blade seemed to awaken some dormant instinct. As the warm liquid splashed on her face, she heard Lu Heng's voice, fourteen years her senior, echoing in her ears: "You see, they're actually very fragile—just like you."
…
At this time, the cocktail party was taking place in the back garden.
Lu Yi was wearing a black leather jacket, which made his silver hair and pale skin look even more striking.
The long eyelashes are like snowflakes falling on the eyes, revealing a charming beauty when fluttering.
Such a conspicuous presence could not be ignored at all. Qin Mu frowned slightly, fearing that Lu Yi would cause trouble, and walked over quickly.
But before he could speak, Lu Yi raised his red lips into a wicked smile: "Qin Mu, guess where your girlfriend is now."
Qin Mu's heart tightened, "What did you do to her!"
Lu Yi shrugged casually, "Guess."
In a hurry, Qin Mu didn't want to waste time talking to Lu Yi, so he immediately called the security to find Meng Anran.
…
The noise in the back garden suddenly became very close. Meng Anran looked down in confusion and saw that she was riding on the twitching wolfhound with the blade already stuck in its throat.
Blood dripped down the hilt onto the iris embroidery on the hem of her skirt, staining the lavender into a deep red.
"safely!"
Lu Heng appeared like a ghost. It was the first time Meng Anran saw him so panicked that even his steps were messed up.
His big, bony hands gently brushed across the blood beads rolling on her face, and the scent of mint cigarettes covered the smell of blood.
"Breathe," he said, turning the Swiss Army knife around and pressing the bloody handle into his palm.
As footsteps approached outside the door, Lu Heng did something that horrified her.
There was a morbid joy in his eyes. He put one hand around her shoulders and the tip of the knife pierced her neck slightly.
"It will hurt a little." His voice was filled with excitement, and his voice was deep but firm: "Brother doesn't want to hurt you."
Meng Anran's heart and pupils trembled violently, and her nose suddenly felt sore.
She suddenly remembered the scene when she was nine years old. After that, she often had nightmares. In one of her dreams, she vaguely heard Lu Heng's voice: "Big brother won't hurt you."
When she woke up, there was no one beside the bed. She thought it was just a dream, but now she realized... it might not be the case.
Lu Heng would not hurt her, she had always believed in this. He had an unusual thirst for blood, and even after all the years of fighting, he had never hurt her in the slightest.
Even when Lu Yi was about to do something cruel to her, she would always arrive in time to take her away.
When Lu Yi dragged him for a race car and he nearly fell off a cliff, it was Lu Heng who brought people and pulled the car up.
The time when Lu Yi dragged her to jump into the river, Lu Heng came halfway and carried her away.
The nightmare devoured many of her memories, and fear made her ignore the true love Lu Heng had given her over the years.
Hot tears slid down Meng Anran's cheeks and dripped onto the back of Lu Heng's hand.
He was stunned, looking down at his sister's bloodshot eyes in disbelief. A trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the man who used to be as steady as an old dog.
"It hurts?"
Meng Anran hummed, tears streaming down her face, "It hurts."
Lu Heng immediately moved the tip of the knife away from her neck. A trickle of sweet and fishy blood oozed out of the tiny wound. He could hardly control a certain impulse in his body.
"You're being hypocritical by crying out in pain for such a small wound." He turned his eyes away forcefully, his tone deliberately cold and hard.
"I..." Meng Anran was about to say something when there was a sudden commotion outside the door, and the next second the door was pushed open.
Meng Anran saw Lu Yi's stunned expression frozen at the door, and the glint of his silver-white hair under the lamp was so cold that it made her feel like she was falling into an icy cave.
Everyone gasped when they saw this scene - Lu Heng was holding Meng Anran hostage, both of them were covered in blood, and a dead wolfhound was lying at their feet.
The entire space was filled with the stench of blood. A dozen dogs huddled in the corner, trembling all over, seemingly terrified.
"An Xiaoran!" Qin Mu's heart was in his throat and his face was pale, but he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that Lu Heng would hurt An Xiaoran.
A sick light flickered in Lu Heng's eyes. He threw down the dagger, lowered his head, and wiped the blood oozing from Meng Anran's blade with his fingertips.
He whispered, "Sister, at least say goodbye to me."
Goodbye means we won’t see each other again.
Tears welled up in Meng Anran's eyes. She clenched the hem of her skirt with both hands, gritted her teeth and said nothing.
"How heartless." Lu Heng chuckled, his rare gentle look hidden in the posture of his lowered head.
Seeing that he had dropped the knife and was no longer a threat, Qin Mu quickly stepped forward and pulled Meng Anran into his arms.
"How are you? You're not seriously injured, are you?" Qin Mu looked her up and down, then gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb.
An Xiaoran...crying.
It seemed like the first time she had cried since she was nine years old.
Meng Anran shook her head. The heart-wrenching pain gripped her neck, making her unable to make a sound.
She gasped for breath, and suddenly her eyes turned white, and she fainted in Qin Mu's arms.
The world fell into darkness, and a white dot gradually expanded into a beam of white light, reflecting the figure of 9-year-old Anran.
She came across fourteen years just to tell her: "You have been wrong all along."
"Has Young Master Lu gone mad? He actually attacked President An!"
"This isn't crazy...it's clearly a monster!"
"The Lu family is mentally unstable! They should be locked up in a mental hospital!"
Duan Jingyao stood at the door, staring at Meng Anran who had lost consciousness in Qin Mu's arms, and then turned his gaze to Lu Heng, his eyes filled with complex emotions such as confusion and resentment.
In the end, he suppressed his urge to dig deeper and walked towards Lu Heng amid the condemnation of the crowd.
The noisy sounds gradually died down.
"Brother, you..." Duan Jingyao's lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say in this situation.
Lu Heng's expression remained calm and indifferent, as if he was not the one at the center of public opinion at the moment. "Arrange a helicopter to take me abroad."
"Now?" Duan Jingyao was surprised.
"Immediately." Lu Heng's tone left no room for argument.
Duan Jingyao gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll contact the pilot and pick you up on the rooftop in half an hour."
"Yeah." Lu Heng didn't say anything more. When he left the lounge, he looked deeply in the direction of Meng Anran.
Never see you again, sister.
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