Chapter 275 Is he still alive?
The air in the reception room seemed to freeze.
Meng Anran looked into Duan Jingyao's eyes. In those eyes that were always calculating, there was now a hint of fragility that she had never seen before.
She suddenly remembered Duan Jingyao, who always kept to himself in high school.
He is obviously very popular, but he never interacts with anyone. He seems to be able to get along with everyone, but also seems to be unable to resonate with anyone.
His school uniform was always clean and tidy, but he never participated in any group activities. When people occasionally passed each other in the corridor, he would quickly avoid their gazes, rarely making eye contact.
"Duan Jingyao, you are wrong." She said softly.
Outside the window, the city lights are still bright, and the traffic flows like the Milky Way.
"Lu Heng and Lu Yi care about you, but they..." She paused, as if lost in some memories: "It's just that they are not good at expressing it."
This was something that Kenai had said to her countless times. This time when it came out of her mouth, it sounded more like persuading herself than comforting Duan Jingyao.
Duan Jingyao twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile not reaching his eyes: "Really? Then why—"
"Because they are lonely people too." Meng Anran interrupted him, but her tone was not so sure, with a bit of loneliness: "Perhaps there is more than one lonely boat drifting on the sea."
Lu Heng nearly went blind from testing drugs on himself, and Lu Yi was so afraid of hurting his family that he injured himself until his body was covered with scars. However, they never revealed a single word about the efforts they made and the suffering they endured.
Even though she has always misunderstood and resented him, he still gives to her unconditionally.
Perhaps they are also extremely lonely in their hearts.
She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Duan Jingyao, you've never been alone. You just... have always refused to reach shore."
Duan Jingyao's breathing paused slightly.
He didn't expect Meng Anran to say that, and he didn't expect her to suddenly reach out and gently pat his shoulder.
Just like when I told him the truth about the baby swap many years ago.
It was light, but it gave him the courage to find the truth.
"This," Meng Anran retracted her hand and took out a document from her bag, "Lu Heng left it for you."
Duan Jingyao lowered his head and saw the words "Share Holding Agreement" written on the document - half of the shares under Lu Heng's name were held on behalf of Duan Jingyao.
"He had prepared everything long ago." Meng Anran's voice was very soft, "I just didn't expect it to be handed over to you in this way."
Duan Jingyao's fingers trembled slightly. He remembered Lu Heng's expression of hesitation every time he looked at him, and he remembered Lu Yi's clinging to his hand and calling him "brother" when he was ill...
It turns out that he was never the one who was abandoned.
Half an hour later, Meng Anran walked out of Hengyi Building.
Qin Mu leaned against the car waiting for her. When he saw her come out, he immediately went to greet her: "Are you done talking?"
"Yeah." She nodded and suddenly smiled, "Qin Mu, I have an idea."
"What?"
"I want to transfer Lu Heng's shares to Duan Jingyao."
Qin Mu raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
Meng Anran looked at the lights on the top floor of the building: "It originally belonged to the Lu family. It would not be good for me to keep it."
Qin Mu was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair: "You are always like this."
"What?"
"You're obviously more soft-hearted than anyone else, yet you have to pretend to be indifferent."
Meng Anran rolled her eyes at him and opened the car door: "Stop talking nonsense and go home."
The car drove into the night, but the lights on the top floor of the building remained on.
Duan Jingyao stood in front of the window, holding the agreement in his hand. For the first time, he felt that this cold city seemed to have warmed up.
…
At three o'clock in the morning, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Duan Jingyao frowned and looked at the surveillance screen - Lu Yi was leaning at the door of his apartment, his silver hair was wet by the rain, and his face was as pale as a ghost.
He opened the door, but before he could say anything, Lu Yi stumbled in.
"Borrow a place to hide from the rain." Lu Yi pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed a weak smile, "By the way..."
His voice suddenly stopped, and he fell forward. Duan Jingyao subconsciously caught him, and his palm touched a damp heat - Lu Yi's back was covered in blood.
"Fuck!" Duan Jingyao ripped open his shirt, revealing three hideous knife wounds. "Who did this?!"
Lu Yi leaned on his shoulder, breathing weakly: "White turmeric..."
His eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly grabbed Duan Jingyao's wrist: "Cancel all your recent overseas trips..."
By the time Duan Jingyao used tweezers to remove the last piece of glass, Lu Yi had already fainted from the pain twice.
"Second brother, what on earth have you done?" He bit the gauze to tie the wound. "Why did Bai Yujin suddenly want to kill you?"
Lu Yi lay on the sofa, his voice muffled by the pillow: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't know."
Outside the window, heavy rain is pouring down.
Duan Jingyao was stunned for half a second, and suddenly understood everything.
There has always been a secret between Lu Heng, Lu Yi and Meng Anran that he doesn't know.
Not to exclude him, but to keep him out of harm's way.
At five in the morning, the rain stopped.
Duan Jingyao stood on the balcony and called Meng Anran.
"Lu Yi is here with me." He said directly, "Bai Yujin wants to kill him."
There was a sound of breaking porcelain on the other end of the line.
"Is he still alive?" Meng Anran's voice was as tight as a string.
"He won't die for now." Duan Jingyao lit a cigarette. "He said there are traps everywhere abroad. Lu Heng might have already—"
"Stop talking." Meng Anran interrupted him, "I'll go pick him up."
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