Inside the Ruan family villa.
After the maid prepared lunch, she carefully carried it up to the third floor and knocked on the door, saying, "Second Miss, would you like lunch?"
After waiting for a while, there was no sound from inside the room. The maid stood there awkwardly, knocked on the door again, finally placed the tray in front of the door, and then tiptoed away again.
Inside the room, Nguyen Thanh An was sitting on the bed, cutting the sheets one by one with scissors and then stitching them back together, using the same method he used to escape.
037: [Hmm? Host, what are you doing?]
"This is the fastest way to escape from the villa."
Ruan Qing'an carried the quilt to the window. There was a distance of nearly ten meters below. Ruan's father did not block this side, probably thinking that she would not have the courage to escape through the window.
She looked at him for a moment before saying, "That old man installed a signal jammer, so I considered other methods, whether it was bribing or threatening the servants, prying open the chains, or dealing with the jammer, or contacting someone to help me get out."
"I thought about it a lot, but it turns out that the old man didn't lock the window."
Ruan Qingan shrugged: "This method is a bit clumsy, but to be fair, it gets straight to the point, and I like it."
[...That makes a lot of sense.]
She chuckled and said, "All missions should be like this, little system. The principle for mission takers is to prioritize the mission above all else, and all actions should revolve around completing the mission. At the same time, they should not be swayed by the mission."
Ruan Qing'an paused, a complex look appearing in his leaden eyes: "This is what your main god taught me, and I've remembered it for a long time."
037 didn't say anything more. Ruan Qing'an simply tied the quilt in silence, then fixed it to the other end. He then held the knot made of the quilt in one hand and stepped onto the window frame.
Although she was slender, she was very agile. Her leaden eyes looked down and roughly estimated the distance. Ruan Qingan bent her knees slightly and then landed quickly and skillfully.
Just as Nguyen Thanh An was about to approach the first floor—
[Oh my god! Good heavens, the male lead is here!!!]
Ruan Qing'an's expression changed, and he couldn't help but complain, "I've only just begun my strategy, has this guy heard about the Ruan family and is waiting to start from my side and cause infighting within the Ruan family?"
Couldn't I have come simply because of you...?
"Hilarious, impossible."
Nguyen Thanh An answered decisively.
She answered in her heart, but her falling movements became clumsy and difficult—how could a pampered young lady do such a thing?
The next moment, accompanied by the sound of the knotted rope of the quilt rubbing against the fixed point on the third floor, Ruan Qing'an landed on the ground, but because he lost his balance, he staggered back a few steps.
Just as she was about to fall, she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp and instinctively closed her eyes. But the expected pain did not occur, and Ruan Qing'an fell straight into a warm embrace.
"Young Miss, you're really bold."
His deep voice was very low, as if he were biting his ear and speaking very close to him. Ruan Qing'an suddenly opened his eyes, looked up, and stared straight into Luo Yuming's eyes.
"How could it be you?!"
“I heard something happened to the Ruan family, but you didn’t go to the scene. I guess you must be in trouble. Come and see.”
As Luo Yuming spoke, his long, slender hand gripped Ruan Qing'an's slender waist. He gently straightened her up, but did not withdraw his hand until Ruan Qing'an pushed him. Only then did Luo Yuming come to his senses and take a step back.
The delicate young lady dusted herself off and looked up at Luo Yuming with her leaden eyes. She was still wearing a nightgown, but even so, she seemed exquisite down to the last strand of her hair.
Like a flower that has escaped from a greenhouse...
He rubbed his fingertips, as if the soft touch still lingered.
While Luo Yuming was lost in thought, Ruan Qing'an suddenly said, "You're really a strange person. Before, I told you not to leave, but you ran away on your own. But now you've come back to help me?"
"You took the blame for Luo Zhihong's matter."
Luo Yuming offered a casual explanation, seemingly unwilling to continue answering, and instead changed the subject: "Miss, let's leave here first, the servants will find out soon."
"That's true, that old man will come looking for us sooner or later."
Ruan Qing'an's expression changed. She lifted her skirt and quickly walked past Luo Yuming towards the outside, her beautiful face tense.
Luo Yuming's gaze unconsciously followed the curve of her skirt downwards, revealing her fair calves beneath the black nightgown. Her slippers had long since fallen off, and Ruan Qing'an's bare feet were on the ground.
Behind the Ruan family villa was a large lawn. The fine grass clippings clung to Ruan Qing'an's smooth, alabaster skin, and for no apparent reason, she felt that she shouldn't, and couldn't bear to, step on that ground...
As Ruan Qing'an walked forward, he casually said, "Luo Yuming, you should leave too, that old man will soon—ah!"
As Ruan Qing'an cried out in surprise, Luo Yuming had already scooped her up in his arms and held her tightly in his embrace.
Her waist was being gripped tightly, and Ruan Qing'an panicked, instinctively pushing his shoulder away: "What are you doing!"
"Young Miss, are you planning to walk into the city?"
Ruan Qingan: "...That probably won't work."
Luo Yuming then said, "I drove here, and given your speed, the chances of you being caught as soon as you walk out are the highest."
The delicate and frail young lady fell silent.
Luo Yuming then took a long stride and quickly ran towards the path behind the mountain, where he soon saw Cheng Yue's van waiting on the mountain road.
After carrying Ruan Qing'an to the back seat, he then sat in the front passenger seat. Cheng Yue looked back and said incredulously, "Brother Luo, you went to pick her up?!"
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
Seeing Luo Yuming's serious questioning expression, Cheng Yue almost wanted to throw the words "Are you out of your mind?" in his face.
Ruan Qing'an glanced at Cheng Yue several times, then leaned back for a short rest: "I have an apartment in the city, let's go there."
"Okay, you should rest first."
Luo Yuming nodded slightly, just as he was about to signal Cheng Yue to drive, his phone rang first, while Cheng Yue kept giving him meaningful glances.
"Brother Luo, are you crazy? Why did you bring this annoying brat back again?! What are you trying to do?!"
—Drive first, I have plans.
—What kind of plan do you have? Brother Luo, have you forgotten how this woman treated you before?
Upon seeing this, Luo Yuming's fingertips trembled as he typed, and he put his phone away: "Alright, let's drive."
Cheng Yue was so angry that he had a headache, but he could only resign himself to stepping on the gas.
Luo Yuming subconsciously turned around and looked at the young lady who was huddled in the corner of the back seat taking a nap. Her bare feet had red marks on her fair skin, which had even been pressed by short, sharp grass.
So fragile that it can't be held in one hand.
The image of Ruan Qing'an standing behind Luo Zhihong, coldly and mockingly laughing at him, is becoming increasingly blurred in my memory.
All that remains are Ruan Qing'an's protectiveness at the banquet, her sharp tongue, her spoiled behavior... or the way she cried in his arms at the beach.
Amidst the roar of the engine, Cheng Yue murmured a question: "Brother Luo, what are you thinking?"
"It was a mess, but a thought that flashed through my mind was how to nurture a flower that is only suitable to grow in the palm of my hand."
He spoke in a low voice, his gaze passing through the rearview mirror to look at Ruan Qing'an in the back seat. Dark green rippled in his eyes, a mixture of old hatred and current complex emotions, making them completely unrecognizable.
But with just one glance, one is devoured by the rampant desire growing in those eyes, like a beast waiting for its chance to strike.
【Affection Level: 45】
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