A dark undercurrent surged in Lu Yanting's eyes, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his phone tightly: "It seems that this time, some powerful force is truly targeting the Lu family."
"How is my sister doing?" he asked in a deep voice.
Yan Kai pondered for a moment, "We haven't found anything unusual with the young lady yet, but she almost had a car accident this morning. Fortunately, she wasn't seriously injured. I wonder if that counts as an accident..."
Lu Yanting rubbed his temples: "I understand."
Just as he was about to hang up, Yan Kai reminded him again: "Mr. Lu, Miss Yangyang and Miss Qiu's sister are in the same class. For their safety, we've taken both children back to the old house. Should we send someone to protect Miss Qiu?"
The man pursed his lips. Currently, the other party was only targeting Lu's family members. Qiu Mang's existence might not have been exposed yet, and rashly protecting her might alert the enemy.
"No need," he said calmly.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Yanting immediately got up and went out. He skillfully entered the password in front of the door across the street, and the door opened quickly.
When Aunt Zhou saw him, she asked in surprise, "Mr. Lu... what brings you here?"
"Where is she?" he asked in a deep voice.
Aunt Zhou glanced at the clock: "Miss Qiu is on the night shift today, and she's still sleeping at this hour."
"Okay, you can go back now. You don't need to pick up the kids this afternoon, and I'll give you a few more days off."
Aunt Zhou waved her hands frantically: "You're not going to fire me, are you? What did I do wrong...?"
"I'm just asking for a few days off for the child. I'll go back first," he interrupted, pushing open the door to Qiu Mang's room.
Inside the room, Qiu Mang was still fast asleep.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the girl's fair profile, bringing a faint blush to her cheeks.
In the warm comfort of the blankets, she unconsciously turned over, stretching out her long legs and pulling the blankets off her.
On the floral bed sheet, the girl wore only a white slip dress. As she lay on her side, the curves of her chest became even more graceful, and the loose neckline could not hide her cleavage.
Lu Yanting's dark eyes suddenly darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
He raised his long arm and drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness, yet still clearly outlining the graceful curves of the figure on the bed, an ambiguous atmosphere spreading in the shadows.
The man lay on his side next to the girl, his palm gently caressing her slender waist.
In her dazed state, Qiu Mang felt a light kiss on her earlobe. The ticklish sensation made her shrink her neck, but her body unconsciously rubbed against the heat source.
The girl drifted into a light sleep, dreaming of her high school days. In her dream, a boy in white stood in front of her, talking in a cocky manner. The wind was so strong that she couldn't hear him clearly. Suddenly, something white lunged at her.
"Jun Jun... stop messing around..." she murmured, instinctively pushing the person in front of her without opening her eyes.
Lu Yanting felt as if he had been doused with ice water, and his body instantly froze.
His fingertips still lingered on the smooth skin of her waist, but his Adam's apple bobbed twice: "Jun Jun? Who is Jun Jun?"
Qiu Mang turned over and went back to sleep, only the sound of his long, even breathing answered him.
Damn it! This is the first time she's called out another man's name at a moment like this!
The man clenched his fist against the headboard, his knuckles turning white from the force. Suddenly, he rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and lowered his head to kiss her lips fiercely, with an almost punishing intensity.
Qiu Mang suddenly awoke, meeting the dark undercurrent surging in the man's eyes. Those eyes were like those of a caged beast, their crimson gleaming with icy intent, as if they were about to devour her at any moment.
"What... are you going to do?" Her voice trembled, and her fingertips gripped the bed sheet tightly.
"The last time."
The man's voice was deep and husky, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure. He pressed his palm against her lower back, gently drawing her close to him.
Two hours later, Qiu Mang's white spaghetti strap nightgown had slipped down to her arms.
She stared at the purplish-red hickey on her collarbone in the mirror, poked her swollen lips with her fingertip, and looked up at him with a pitiful expression: "Lu Yanting, how am I supposed to go to work looking like this?"
The man leaned against the headboard of the soft leather bed, his muscular chest rising and falling slightly with his breath. A wisp of smoke from the cigarette between his fingers blurred his slightly furrowed brows: "Take a few days off. Or... moving to another city would be fine too."
Qiu Mang was taken aback: "Change cities?"
"Haven't you always wanted to leave me?" He suddenly stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes filled with a dark glint when he looked up.
"This is the last time. Afterwards, I'll transfer five million to your account and give you your freedom. Then we'll be even."
His voice was so deep it seemed to come from his chest, yet the last syllable trembled almost imperceptibly.
"Did...something happen?" Qiu Mang grabbed his arm. "Is it that man with the scar on his hand? You wanted to send me away, but you're actually afraid of implicating me, right?"
Lu Yanting shook off her hand and sneered, "Don't flatter yourself! I'm just tired of playing around."
She lowered her eyes and stared at the red mark on his Adam's apple, which she had bitten off in a moment of loss of control.
Sure enough, these young masters always come with great fanfare and leave just as easily; she should have expected it.
"Okay." Qiu Mang took a deep breath. "Let's finish it as you said."
The man's eyelashes fluttered violently twice, then he suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled it on: "Who is Junjun?"
He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, a bitter taste rising in his throat.
Was she so quick to agree to end it because of Junjun?
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Qiu Mang was taken aback.
"Forget it, I don't want to know anymore!" the man said as he buttoned his shirt.
“Jun Jun is quite cute. If you’d like to hear more, I can chat with you about him.” Qiu Mang said frankly.
The man paused, squinting at her. "Cute? So, you're a puppy?"
"How do you know?" Qiu Mang was even more puzzled. She hadn't said anything, so how did he know about Junjun?
Lu Yanting took a deep breath. This woman was really something else. They had just ended things, and she dared to talk about other men so brazenly in front of him!
Qiu Mang, you're really great!
Lu Yanting sneered, "I'm not listening to the story anymore, I'm leaving..."
After saying that, the man took a long stride and walked out.
Qiu Mang watched Lu Yanting's retreating figure. She could tell he was angry, but she couldn't understand why he was angry.
It was clearly his idea to end things, and she agreed; it was also his idea to ask about "Jun Jun," and she agreed to tell him. She really couldn't understand what he had to be angry about.
Qiu Mang felt that Lu Yanting was behaving very strangely today.
However, ending this clandestine relationship was ultimately a good thing for her, but for some reason, Qiu Mang felt a faint pain deep inside.
However, when Junjun was mentioned, those distant memories suddenly came flooding back.
When I was in high school, there was a transfer student in my class. I think his name was He Jun. I heard that he got in through connections. He didn't pay attention in class and liked to fight. All the students were afraid of him.
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