The night wind in Long Ding District was cold.
An Luo Wei (Wei Wei) ran. She didn't know where she was running to. She only knew that she had to run, had to escape from that place, escape from that man.
An Luo Wei's mind screamed that this was a crazy act. She had nothing. She would starve and freeze to death on the streets.
But Wei Xian Zi's soul screamed even more fiercely. The pain of betrayal, the despair of throwing herself off Tru Tien Dai... it overwhelmed everything. It was better to die again than to face the person who had pushed her to death.
Her bare feet were bleeding from stepping on the gravel on the road reserved for the super-rich. The lights from the luxurious villas shone on her small, pitiful figure.
She ran out of Long Ding District, to a deserted main road.
SCREAM!!!!
The headlights were blinding. A white Audi car braked suddenly in front of her, only a few centimeters away.
An Luo Wei was startled and fell to the ground. Her heart was pounding, but she no longer had the strength to be afraid. 'It's good to die like this...'
The car door opened. A man hurriedly ran out.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
A warm, familiar voice.
An Luo Wei raised her head. Under the streetlights, the man's worried face appeared.
"...Brother... Zhe?" She muttered.
Gu Ming Zhe. The head of the design team. The only person who had sent her a message of encouragement.
" An Luo Wei?" Gu Ming Zhe was stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes. The woman who was causing a media storm, the high and mighty "Mrs. Lu"... was now sitting on the ground, barefoot, her hair disheveled, her face covered in tears.
"Oh my god! How did you end up like this?" He quickly took off his coat and put it on her shoulder. "Where is Mr. Luc? What happened?"
Hearing the three words "Mr. Luc", An Lac Vi's body trembled violently. "Don't... don't mention him."
Co Minh Triet saw the panic and hatred in her eyes. He knew something terrible had happened. He didn't ask anymore.
"Okay, okay. Don't mention it." He said gently. "It's not safe here. Get in the car, I'll take you... to a safe place."
An Lac Vi hesitated. But she had no other choice. She was exhausted. She nodded.
Co Minh Triet helped her up and helped her into the car. He looked down at her bleeding feet, his heart aching.
At the Luc family's villa.
Luc Bac Than stood motionless by the wide open door, the night wind blowing his shirt flaps. He didn't chase after him.
He knew, with Wei Xianzi's chaotic memories and hatred, if he chased after her and forced her, she would truly... break down. He couldn't take the risk.
"Lu... General Lu?" Assistant Zhang trembled. "Do you need me to send someone... to find Young Madam?"
"No need." Lu Beichen's voice was hoarse. "She won't go far."
He knew her. Whether it was An Luowei or Wei Xianzi, she wouldn't abandon Xiaotao. She was just... avoiding him.
"Send someone to secretly protect her." He ordered. "Don't let her be discovered. Don't let... anyone harm her. Tell me where she went."
"Yes!"
Lu Beichen slowly turned around and closed the door. His voice was dry and heavy, as if he had just locked himself in a prison of loneliness.
He walked upstairs, not to his office, but to Lu Tian'en's room.
He gently opened the door. Xiao Tao was lying on the bed, but he wasn't sleeping. His big round eyes were wide open in the darkness. The family doctor was sitting beside him, looking troubled.
"Mr. Lu."
"How is it?"
"The young master has no external injuries. But... his mental state... is a bit unstable. He won't let anyone touch him, and he keeps staring at the door." The doctor said.
Xiao Tao sensed it. He knew his mother had left.
Lu Bei Shen walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Thien An."
Xiao Tao turned to look at him. The boy's eyes were no longer filled with anger like this afternoon, but with confusion, fear, and... reproach.
'Dad. You made Mom leave again.'
Lu Bei Shen reached out and gently touched his son's soft hair.
"I'm sorry."
These two words, a Emperor had never had to say.
"Mom... won't leave you." He said, his voice tired, but certain. "Mom is just... angry with Dad. She needs time."
"Dad... will take Mom back. Dad promises."
He said it to his son, but also to himself.
This time, even if he had to spend his whole life making it up to her, he would not let her escape again.
The Audi stopped in front of a high-end apartment complex in the city center.
This was Gu Mingzhe's apartment.
"Come in." He opened the door. His apartment was neat and cozy, filled with yellow lights and a light coffee scent. Completely opposite to the coldness of the Lu family's villa.
An Luowei timidly walked in.
"Sit down." Gu Mingzhe quickly went to get the first aid kit. He knelt down on one knee, carefully disinfecting and bandaging the wounds on her legs.
An Luowei looked at him silently. "Why... are you helping me?"
Gu Mingzhe looked up, smiling gently. "Because I know you're not the kind of person the rumors say."
He said: "The first time I saw your sketch, I knew, a person with such a pure soul... could not be someone who uses tricks."
This unconditional trust... made An Lac Vi cry.
"Thank you..."
"Don't cry anymore." He stood up, handing her a glass of warm water. "You just rest here. This is the guest bedroom. No one knows you're here."
He looked at her, his eyes filled with worry and... a bit of unspoken affection. "An Lac Vi, no matter what happened, remember, you're not alone."
That night, for the first time since remembering, An Lac Vi slept in a place without Luc Bac Than. A safe, warm place, a temporary shelter...
But she didn't know, outside the apartment building, a black car without a license plate was parked in a hidden corner. Inside, a man quietly received a text message: ["Target has entered Gu Mingzhe's apartment. Safe."].
And in the Lu family's villa, Lu Beichen read the text message, his hand tightly gripping the phone.
Gu. Mingzhe.