An Luowei woke up.
For a second, she was in a panic, thinking that she was still in Jiu Chongtian, thinking that Lu Beichen was by her side.
But no. Around her was a strange, cozy room. The morning sunlight filtered through the window. The faint smell of coffee wafted through.
She... was at Gu Mingzhe's house.
The pain from thirty thousand years ago was still there, burning in her chest. But An Luowei's reason had also returned. She had escaped. She was safe... temporarily.
On the bedside table, there was a new set of clothes (her size), a box of warm milk, and a note.
"You should rest. I have something to do, I'll be back at noon. There's food in the fridge. This is my spare phone, you can use it. Don't worry." - Gu Mingzhe.
An Lac Vi held the cup of warm milk. This gentleness and thoughtfulness... was completely opposite to Luc Bac Than's possessiveness and domineeringness. If she hadn't met him again in this life, but had met Co Minh Triet first... would everything have been different?
But that thought was quickly extinguished.
Tieu Dao!
Her heart tightened. Her son! How scared was he last night! What would happen to him if he woke up this morning and didn't see his "mother"?
She hated Bac Than Canh. But Tieu Dao... Tieu Dao was her son, her fairy fetus!
The conflict between her hatred for her "husband" and her love for her "son" made her want to go crazy.
On the 108th floor of the De Than building.
BAM!
Assistant Truong jumped in surprise. Luc Bac Than had just thrown the tablet onto the table, the force was so strong that the glass surface cracked.
"Report." His voice was as cold as ice.
"Mr. Lu... Jiang's stock 'evaporated' 50% as soon as the market opened. The slanderous news... has been completely removed. Our network security has tracked down 'Phantom', he has confessed..."
"I didn't ask about that." Lu Beichen interrupted. "Gu Mingzhe."
"...Yes?"
"What did he do this morning?"
Assistant Zhang trembled. "Gu Mingzhe... just called the HR department. He... asked for sick leave."
"Sick?" Lu Beichen sneered, a terrifying smile. "Good. Very good. Staying home... to 'take care' of Madam Lu?"
Lu Beichen's inner thoughts:
'Vi Vi! You just remembered me, and immediately ran away to another man's house? You... you dare?'
The jealousy of an Emperor, accumulated for thirty thousand years, exploded. He almost ordered the "Eagle" to "capture" the person.
But he held back. He knew that if he used force now, Wei Wei would truly... hate him forever. He couldn't repeat the mistake.
Ring... Ring...
The emergency call from the villa came.
Lu Beichen picked up the phone.
"MRS. LU! YOUNG MASTER! SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUNG MASTER!" Mrs. Li cried miserably.
The murderous aura on Lu Beichen's body immediately disappeared, replaced by extreme panic. "WHAT'S WRONG?"
"He hasn't eaten! He hasn't drunk! Since the madam left! He's just been lying still! The family doctor just checked... Mr. Lu... his body temperature... is dropping!"
Mrs. Li sobbed. "His body... is as cold as ice!"
Beep...
Luc Bac Than hung up. He knew what was going on.
Tieu Dao was a fairy fetus. Half of its immortal power belonged to Vi Vi - a Flower God, pure yang, warm. The other half belonged to him - an Emperor with the attribute of ice and coldness.
When in the mortal world, the fairy fetus was very weak. It needed the warm spiritual energy of its "mother" to neutralize it. With An Lac Vi by its side, it was a healthy child.
But An Luo Wei had been gone for more than 12 hours.
Only his cold breath remained. His son... was slowly dying without a "mother"!
He had lost. He couldn't wait for her anger to subside.
"Get the car ready! Go back to the villa!" He roared, rushing out of the office.
Lu Beichen rushed into his son's room. Xiao Tao was lying on the bed, her lips purple, her small body cold, trembling. The boy was too weak, he couldn't even cry, he just hugged a sketch (the "Tinh Nguyet" that An Luo Wei accidentally left at home).
Lu Beichen saw that scene, his heart felt like it was being crushed.
He was wrong. He used tricks to tie Wei Wei down. Now, he was harming his own son.
He bent down, picked up the boy, and wrapped him tightly with his coat.
"Mr. Lu... young master..."
"Pack up the young master's necessary belongings. 5 minutes."
"Go... where? To the hospital?"
"No." Lu Beichen looked towards the city center, his eyes filled with determination.
"To his 'mother's' place."
At Gu Mingzhe's apartment.
An Luowei was standing by the window, her heart aching. What should she do? Where should she go? Should she... go back for Xiaotao?
Reng...Reng...
The doorbell rang.
At this hour? An Luowei was startled. Gu Mingzhe said he would be back at noon.
Could it be... him? Did Lu Beichen find her so quickly?
She was scared, and cautiously looked through the peephole.
And... she was stunned.
Yes. It was Lu Beichen.
He stood there, not with a domineering or angry look.
He... looked extremely tired. His hair was a bit messy, and...
In his arms, was Lu Tian'en, wrapped tightly in a blanket, his eyes closed, his face pale as a sheet of paper.
An Luowei's heart seemed to stop beating.
She opened the door tremblingly.
"Xiao Tao! What...what's wrong with you?" She rushed forward in panic, touching the boy's cheek. Cold! Cold as ice!
"What's wrong with him?" She screamed at Lu Beichen.
Lu Beichen looked straight into her eyes. He didn't force her. He didn't threaten her.
He just looked at her, his eyes filled with despair and...pleading.
"He...needs you."
Little Tian'en seemed to feel his mother's warmth, weakly opening his eyes, reaching out his tiny, cold hand towards her.
"...Mom..."
A call, weak, but enough to knock down all the walls of hatred that Weiwei had just built.
Luc Bac Than said, his voice hoarse:
"You can hide from me. You can hate me."
"But, Vi Vi... can you hide... from 'child'?"
He didn't force her to go back to 'prison'.
He... brought her 'responsibility'... to the door.
This was a move... that she couldn't refuse.