Chapter 323 Lu Ao
The wind blew gently on the river bank, and the black curtains seemed even more silent in the cold night.
In the spacious room, except for the walls, almost all the colors are red and black, which is depressing, dull and bloody.
The whole room has an eerie sense of tranquility.
A man sat quietly on a mahogany sofa chair, holding an unlit cigar in his hand, and tapping lightly on the edge of the sofa with his scarred, thick fingers.
The intermittent tones sounded like some kind of hymn.
With a "clang", the door was kicked open.
"Lu~Look what good things I brought you." An urgent shout broke the tranquility.
Louis walked into the house with graceful steps.
Lu Ao lazily raised his eyelids, his expression unchanged, and he just silently put the cigar on the ashtray.
Louis ignored Lu Ao's silence, smiled and waved behind him, and several bodyguards who followed in threw Lu Qian to the ground.
"You two, catch up on the past."
"Um... cough..."
Lu Qian groaned in pain, and the black cloth covering his face was torn off.
The bright light stung her eyes, which were accustomed to darkness, and she couldn't help squinting.
A deep, middle-aged male voice sounded faintly in my ear: "Do you remember me?"
She suppressed the stinging and tearful eyes and looked up at the source of the sound.
The fog gradually dissipated and the vision became clearer. The man sitting on the mahogany sofa chair was wearing a white military uniform and a red cloak draped over his side. Under the bright light, Lu Qian could see his face clearly.
"I remember." Lu Qian answered calmly.
That scar overlapped perfectly with the one in her memory.
But the difference was that this face was more miserable and old than she had ever seen in her memory. The terrible scars covered almost the entire face, and with those vulture-like eyes, it looked like a living ghost.
Lu Ao snorted softly and looked down at Lu Qian, "You are calmer than I thought."
Lu Qian stared straight into those eyes without flinching, "I read Qu Hao's letter."
She meant to tell Lu Ao that she had known for a long time that he was her father.
Hearing this name, Lu Ao's body paused noticeably.
He hadn't heard this name for many years, but when he heard it again, the emotions and hatred deep in his soul did not diminish in the slightest.
He blinked gently, quietly drowning out his emotions, his voice still low and cold: "Was it that girl who untied it?"
"Yes," Lu Qian seemed to remember something and continued, "She and I have a good relationship."
"Oh……"
Lu Ao sneered, and the chill and sadness in his laughter were fully expressed in just one syllable.
"It's really fate."
How many destinies must I create before God will give up?
"You are more beautiful than when you were a child." Lu Ao looked at Lu Qian's face and said softly, like a relative who had not seen him for a long time.
Lu Qian was a little surprised: "Do you still remember what I looked like when I was a child?"
Lu Ao nodded, still expressionless, "Of course."
After hearing this answer, Lu Qian felt calmer than ever before.
Her meeting with her father was not as indignant or sad as she had imagined, but rather calm and somewhat empty.
There is no sadness or joy, no love or hate.
Her heart was empty and she felt nothing.
"Hey, your meeting is so boring," Louis leaned on the edge of the sofa, looking at the father and daughter with an impatient look, "Shouldn't you hug each other and cry or something?"
Lu Ao yelled angrily, "Get lost."
"Lu, you are such a murderer." Louis pouted, looking pitiful.
He turned to look at Lu Qian, "Don't you want to know why your father became like this?"
He smiled cunningly, as if he had to bring up these things on purpose.
“…” Lu Qian pursed her lips tightly.
She wanted to, of course she wanted to.
Ever since she knew the contents of the letter, not a day had passed without her thinking about it.
She wants to know the truth, the process, everything...
She looked up at Lu Ao. The look in this man's eyes was too profound, something she could not understand at all.
But the only thing she was sure of was that he was not on her side.
Lu Ao looked away and glanced at Louis, "You bastard."
"Uh-huh," Louis shrugged, not denying it, "I'm a bastard, and you're a house slave."
"Heh." Lu Ao sneered.
Lu Qian couldn't make out the meaning behind his laughter, so she just frowned and asked, "House slave?"
What's the meaning?
"Tell me," Louis smiled and propped up his chin, "If you don't tell me, then I will tell you."
Lu Ao cursed in a deep voice: "If you don't want to die, shut up."
He picked up the unsmoked cigar from the ashtray, cut off the cap with a cigar cutter, and held it in his hand again.
The match lit up in his hand, smoking the cigar foot black and releasing a uniform cigar aroma.
He naturally put the cigar in his mouth and took two slow puffs.
The process was long and complicated, and Lu Qian's brows furrowed more and more as he watched.
"You make an offer. I want to meet with Rex."
She spoke and got straight to the point.
Since these two people don't want to say anything, then she has to say it.
Lu Ao's scarred face twitched slightly. He put down the cigar in his hand and said with disdain: "Interview? On what basis? Just you?"
"You won't kill me, will you?" Lu Qian raised his eyelids and stared at Lu Ao. "If you wanted to do that, I would have been dead long ago."
As they went through so much trouble, all Lu Qian could think of was that they wanted to use her to deal with Cheng Yi.
If that’s the case, she will never die unless Cheng Yi dies.
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