novelraw Chapter 115 Let Me Speak
Chapter 115 Let Me Speak
Liu Lin's face turned from red to white, and then from white to green.
Lu Xiran looked at her and chuckled softly.
Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about your own son—can't he just stay quiet for once?
"Lu Xiran! You—"
"What did I do wrong?" Lu Xiran looked at her. "Did I say something wrong?"
The women standing nearby exchanged bewildered glances.
Liu Lin was trembling with anger, pointing her finger at Lu Xiran, unable to utter a single word.
Song Kexin quickly stepped forward to support her.
"Lu Xiran, don't go too far!" She glared at Lu Xiran. "Auntie is an elder, how can you talk to her like that?"
Lu Xiran looked at her.
"Miss Song, your cousin hasn't even married into the Gu family yet, and you're already standing up for them?"
She looked Song Kexin up and down.
"So eager to curry favor, but unfortunately Gu Yanshen probably won't even give you a second glance."
Song Kexin's expression also changed.
"you--"
"What about me?" Lu Xiran took a step forward, looking at her. "Song Kexin, you hate me because you wanted to marry him, and he didn't want you, right?"
Song Kexin's face turned a deep purplish-red.
"Your proposal has been rejected five times; you're quite persistent."
She chuckled softly.
"What a pity, persistence is useless. If he had even considered you, I wouldn't have been a part of this three years ago."
Song Kexin's fingers clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white.
The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.
Just then—
"What happened?"
A gentle voice came from the side.
Song Zhihe walked gracefully over, her champagne-colored dress swaying gently with her steps. She reached Liu Lin's side and took her arm with concern.
"Mom, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"
Liu Lin, panting, pointed at Lu Xiran: "She, she—"
"Alright, alright," Song Zhihe patted her hand, comforting her, "Don't be angry, your health is the most important thing."
She turned around and looked at Lu Xiran.
His gaze was gentle and considerate, and his tone was so soft it was as if he were coaxing a child.
"Ranran, Mom is getting old, and she might be a bit blunt sometimes, but she doesn't mean any harm. Don't take it to heart."
Lu Xiran looked at her.
"If you're angry, I'll apologize on her behalf." Song Zhihe lowered her head slightly, adopting a very humble posture. "Okay?"
The women nearby had already started whispering among themselves.
"Miss Song is truly magnanimous..."
"He's so good-natured, he's even willing to apologize to her..."
"No wonder President Gu likes her; a woman like her is worthy of the Gu family..."
Song Zhihe suddenly stepped forward and gently took Lu Xiran's hand.
The gesture was as intimate as that of longtime best friends. But the next second, she leaned close to Lu Xiran's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Lu Xiran, do you know—Yan Shen told me personally that you were just a substitute for me at the beginning."
Lu Xiran's body stiffened.
"Later, I only stayed with you reluctantly for the sake of the child." Song Zhihe's breath was right next to her ear. "The child is gone, it's time for you to wake up from your dream."
She took a step back.
Those eyes held the arrogance of a victor.
Without any attempt to conceal it.
Lu Xiran smiled.
A very soft sound.
"Oh?"
She took a step forward.
Instead of retreating, they advanced.
"Given Gu Yanshen's abilities," she lowered her voice even further, so low that only the two of them could hear, "why haven't you gotten pregnant?"
Song Zhihe's expression froze for a moment.
"Could it be..." Lu Xiran paused.
A hint of panic flashed in Song Zhihe's eyes.
A fleeting moment.
But Lu Xiran saw it.
"It's me who doesn't want to have the baby!" Song Zhihe said instinctively, her voice a little urgent.
Lu Xiran looked at her.
"You can believe it yourself."
She took half a step back.
The contempt in his eyes was undisguised.
Song Zhihe's expression changed.
She wanted to say something, but her gaze suddenly passed over Lu Xiran and looked behind her—
Then she grabbed Lu Xiran's hand and suddenly fell backward.
It looked like he was being pushed.
Lu Xiran's hands were still hanging at her sides.
—She didn't touch her at all.
But Song Zhihe had already staggered back two steps, and looked like she was about to fall—
A pair of hands supported her from behind.
Gu Yanshen.
Lu Xiran looked at him.
Watching him catch Song Zhihe, watching him hold her in his arms, watching his furrowed brows—his eyes were as cold as ice when they looked at her.
"Mr. Gu, she just pushed my cousin!"
Song Kexin's voice came from the side, sharp and urgent.
Gu Yanshen did not look at her.
He just looked at Lu Xiran.
That gaze was very deep.
But his peripheral vision—his peripheral vision swept around.
Liu Lin and the other women were whispering among themselves. A few relatives of the Gu family were also watching from a distance.
Everyone is watching.
Everyone is waiting.
Waiting for an answer.
Gu Yanshen tightened his arms around Song Zhihe.
He held her even tighter in his arms.
Then he spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear.
"Lu Xiran".
He called her name.
It's not Ranran.
It's Lu Xiran.
"It was my decision to be with Zhihe."
He paused.
"Don't target her."
A hammer is fixed.
Lu Xiran stood there.
Look at him.
Looking at the person in his arms, at his cold and stern eyes, at the words he spoke without hesitation.
He didn't even ask why.
He didn't even glance at her.
They convicted her.
Whispers could be heard from the side.
"I've really made a fool of myself..."
"With Miss Song around, who would even look at her anymore!"
"Who does she think she is..."
Those words buzzed around her like a swarm of flies.
Lu Xiran did not move.
She just looked at Gu Yanshen.
She watched as he put his arm around Song Zhihe and turned to leave.
His back was straight.
He never looked back.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
Lu Xiran was still standing in the same spot.
"slowly!"
Lian Bichen's voice came from behind, tinged with anxiety.
She jogged over and took the corsage from Lu Xiran's hand.
"Thank you, Ranran. Something came up over there and I was held up..."
Lu Xiran looked at her.
He nodded.
Then she looked up.
Look up at the ceiling.
The crystal chandelier was so bright that it made my eyes sting.
She just tilted her head back like that.
Let those burning tears in my eyes flow back, drop by drop.
"Ranran?" Lian Bichen's voice was a little worried. "Are you alright?"
Lu Xiran didn't speak.
She just tilted her head back.
Let the tears in my eyes flow backward.
She then lowered her head.
"fine."
The sound was very soft.
It was so light it was as if nothing had happened.
When Lu Xiran returned to the lounge, Jin Qiqi was already ready.
She stood before the mirror, her pristine white wedding dress trailing on the floor, her veil cascading like clouds. Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft golden glow upon her.
Lu Xiran was taken aback.
"Qiqi..."
Jin Qiqi turned her head, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
"How is it?"
Lu Xiran walked over and took her hand.
"It's so beautiful."
She was sincere.
Jin Qiqi has been beautiful since she was a child, but her beauty today is different. The light that comes from being nourished by love shines through her eyes and cannot be hidden.
"Ranran," Jin Qiqi's eyes suddenly reddened, "what should I do if I feel like crying?"
"Don't cry." Lu Xiran gently pressed the corners of her eyes. "Your makeup will be ruined if you cry."
Jin Qiqi sniffed and nodded vigorously.
"Yes, I mustn't cry. I want to marry him beautifully."