Chapter 297 The Only Light in My Heart
In the room, Meng Anran's slender hand stroked Lu Yi's forehead.
His body temperature had risen a lot. Even she was shocked just now. His body temperature was as low as ice. He was basically about to die.
After finishing the needle, she was about to go out for a cup of tea and a break.
The person on the bed suddenly grabbed her wrist and murmured vaguely, "Sister..."
Meng Anran paused, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down again.
Only then did she notice that there was some blood on Lu Yi's silver hair, which had now dried and solidified on the hair, like red plum blossoms fallen in the snow.
She took a wet wipe and gently wiped away the blood.
Come to think of it, it seemed like this was the first time she looked at Lu Yi so seriously.
When she was young, Bai Yujin and Lu Zhong only saw each other a few times a year, and Lu Heng was always busy with work. Only Lu Yi liked to tease her... or to be more precise, to play with her.
All kinds of pranks happened one after another, so she always hated her second brother.
But on the other hand, it seemed that in that cold house, only Lu Yi would pay attention to her. From time to time, he would throw her a headdress that he had found from somewhere, saying that it was a broken toy he had picked up.
Who can pick up a headband worth hundreds of thousands of dollars when going out?
Occasionally there would be limited edition bags, and he would say that his girlfriend didn’t like them, so he gave them to her as trash.
Giving your girlfriend a children's backpack? No wonder she doesn't like it.
"It's so terrible..." Meng Anran stared at the person on the bed whose breathing was so shallow that it seemed non-existent, and cursed inwardly through gritted teeth.
When Qin Mu pushed the door open, he saw Lu Yi's hand on the edge of the bed, unconsciously squeezing Meng Anran's wrist.
But she didn't struggle at all and seemed to feel no pain.
He walked over quickly and pulled Lu Yi's hand away. Seeing a circle of red marks on her wrist, his heart tightened. "Are you stupid? Don't you feel pain?"
A flicker of confusion crossed Meng Anran's eyes, as if she had just noticed a swelling on her wrist. She smiled wryly and said, "It's just a minor injury, nothing."
If this is something to make a fuss about, then it's not justifying the rib she broke when she was five years old.
Qin Mu looked at the red mark on her wrist, frowned, but said nothing in the end.
He turned to get the medicine box, took out the ointment and cotton swabs with quick movements, and applied the medicine to her without saying a word.
When the cold ointment was applied to her wrist, Meng Anran's nerves subconsciously tensed.
"It's really okay, it will go away after a while." As always, she didn't like applying medicine, especially on her wrists, as it could easily rub off on other places.
"Put it on." His tone left no room for refusal.
Meng Anran no longer resisted and let Qin Mu toss her around, her gaze returning to Lu Yi's pale face.
His breathing was weak and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he couldn't find peace even in his dreams.
"Will he... be okay?" she asked softly, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.
Qin Mu was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, "With you here, he will get through it."
After all, Meng Anran is the only light in Lu Yi's heart and his greatest concern.
Although Lu Yi's illness was unexpected, it still could not affect Meng Anran's plan to go to Country A to find Lu Heng.
That night, when they returned to the small apartment at No. 9 Jiangpan, when Kenai came to diagnose Meng Anran, she suggested that Kenai go to Country A with her.
Lu Heng is not a normal person either. Bringing a psychologist here might be able to take this opportunity to provide Lu Heng with psychological counseling and persuade him to return to China.
The reason for persuading Kenai to go with him was that Lu Heng had long known about all of Bai Yujin's shady deeds, and he had also been in charge of Lu's Pharmaceuticals before, so he might have new clues about Ke Ling.
"We've been in the same boat for a long time." Kenai took a sip of his wine, his eyes full of determination: "I'll go with you."
"Okay," Meng Anran took out his phone and prepared to contact the helicopter pilot, "We'll set off at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning and meet on the rooftop of Ruiming Group."
*
Country A, an underground factory somewhere.
In the dim laboratory, the pungent smell of chemicals filled the air.
Bai Yujin stood in front of the laboratory table, twisting a test tube filled with emerald green medicine between her fingers, her eyes gradually becoming sickly.
"What a pity, Lu Yi..." she murmured to herself, "You are my most perfect work, but also my most failed experiment."
Over the years, she had tried every possible means, including drugs, hypnosis, and electric shocks, to completely control Lu Yi. But his will was like an indestructible wall, always maintaining the last bit of lucidity.
But it doesn't matter, the new potion has been completed, and this time he will completely become her puppet.
Always pure and loyal, she is only loyal to her "white dove".
…
The private plane crossed into the airspace of Country A.
Outside the cabin, lead-gray clouds hung very low, covering the entire sky like a thick blanket.
Meng Anran looked through the frosted porthole and saw the ice crystals condensed on the edge of the wing, shining coldly in the sunlight.
"Estimated landing in thirty minutes." Qin Mu put down the satellite phone, and the white breath he exhaled briefly lingered in the cold cabin. "The airport has just completed de-icing operations, but there may still be black ice on the runway."
Meng Anran nodded slightly, her fingertips unconsciously sliding across the ice flowers on the window.
Those glittering and translucent lines reminded her of the glass in Lu Heng's study that was always covered with mist - he always liked to turn on the heating to the maximum in winter, but insisted on leaving that window closed.
Kenai sat opposite, wrapped tightly in a cashmere scarf, with Lu Heng's medical notes spread out on his knees - these were compiled for him by Meng Anran.
The pen tapped lightly on the paper, making a regular clicking sound.
"According to the investigation, Lu Heng disappears for three to five days every month." He pushed his glasses. "And there's a record of him using a private jet to travel to Country A. Is that his current hiding place?"
"He needs that place." Meng Anran finally turned her head and said softly, "Just like a wild animal needs a lair."
The plane began to descend, and the sudden airflow caused the fuselage to shake violently.
The seat belt cut deeply into his shoulders, but Meng Anran just pressed harder against the window, as if he wanted to see something clearly through the wind and snow.
Meng Anran had never been to that place. In order to avoid the plane having nowhere to land, they chose to land at the nearest airport and then change to other means of transportation.
The tires of the rented off-road vehicle rolled over the snow, making a teeth-grinding squeaking sound.
The cold wind blew ice particles against the car windows, and from time to time there was the crisp sound of branches breaking under the weight.
"Two kilometers left." Qin Mu stared at the GPS with a frown.
Outside the window, rows of dead trees swayed in the wind, their branches twisted like the fingers of a dying person.
Meng Anran rolled down the car window, and the cold air immediately rushed in, carrying the smell of rust and frozen earth.
In the distance, a group of crows were pecking at something frozen in the snow, their black feathers stained with scarlet debris.
Her fingers tightened slightly—it was the taste of blood.
"We're here." Her voice was lifeless, and she uttered these two words lonely and lonely.
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