novelraw Chapter 118 Traditional Chinese Medicine?
Chapter 118 Traditional Chinese Medicine?
Lu Xiran noticed Song Kexin's gaze.
His gaze kept drifting towards her. It wasn't just a normal scrutiny; it was a look of anticipation, a look of waiting to see a good show. His lips occasionally twitched into a smile, only to be quickly suppressed.
Not right.
Lu Xiran looked at the drink in her hand. Song Kexin had brought it over herself, saying it was an apology, and she smiled sincerely.
"I'm going to the restroom."
Fang Rui glanced at her: "Emma, why is your face so red?"
"It's nothing, just a little stuffy."
Lu Xiran stood up and walked out of the private room.
The moment the door closed, she quickly pulled out her phone.
Uncle, Twilight Bar, come pick me up!
After sending her real-time location, she was about to put her phone away when it vibrated.
It's Lin Chen.
Her hand slipped and she pressed the answer button.
Before I could speak, a voice came from behind me.
"She's here."
Song Kexin.
Lu Xiran turned around.
Song Kexin stood at the end of the corridor, accompanied by a man in his early twenties, fair-skinned and dressed in designer clothes, but his eyes were unsettling. He looked at people as if they were merchandise.
Lu Xiran's heart sank.
She guessed right.
There was indeed something in that drink.
"Song Kexin." Lu Xiran backed away while looking around. "Looks like I wasn't wrong about you. You really did put something in the drink."
Song Kexin smiled.
That smile was completely different from the one he'd given her in the hallway, leaving her speechless. It was smug, arrogant, and filled with the exhilaration of finally getting to this moment.
"Lu Xiran," she walked over slowly, her high heels clicking on the floor, "Weren't you quite the talker before? Weren't you quite smug? Talk about 'I was loved by him,' and 'You'll never have me'—"
She paused.
"Once your private photos are posted online, I'll see if you can still maintain that innocent facade."
Private photos.
Lu Xiran clenched her fists.
She didn't have time to think about it.
Spotting a fork in the road, he turned and ran.
On the other end of the phone.
Lin Chen's heart clenched suddenly.
"Ranran! Ranran!"
A series of noisy footsteps came from the phone, and then—the connection dropped.
He dialed again.
Shut down.
Lin Chen floored the accelerator.
Lu Xiran ran very fast.
Her high heels were in the way, so she threw them off and ran forward barefoot. The marble floor was cold, but she didn't care.
The elevator is just ahead.
She rushed inside and frantically pressed the close button.
The door slowly closed.
Song Kexin's face grew narrower and darker through the crack in the door. The smile on her face seemed to say: You can't escape.
Then--
It's closed.
Lu Xiran leaned against the elevator wall, panting heavily.
Go downstairs.
First floor.
We'll be able to leave soon.
Ding--
The elevator doors opened.
Before she could even take a step, she saw that pretty boy standing at the door.
He ran down the stairs, panting, with a cat-and-mouse grin on his face.
Lu Xiran reacted faster than she thought.
He kicked it straight at a vital spot!
"ah--!"
The man covered his face and screamed in agony.
Lu Xiran rushed past him, shouting as she ran:
"Help! Someone help me!"
A waiter from the lobby ran over.
The young man covered his face, cursing and trying to chase after her, but was stopped by the waiter.
Lu Xiran ran to the door, her legs went weak, and she almost fell.
A pair of hands supported her.
"slowly!"
Lin Chen!
Lu Xiran looked up, panting and unable to speak.
His forehead was covered in sweat, his face was flushed an abnormally, and his breathing was rapid and disordered.
Lin Chen's expression changed when he saw her like this.
Without saying a word, he picked her up and carried her horizontally.
in the car.
Lu Xiran leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes and panting.
She heard Lin Chen on the phone.
"Did you find it?"
A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.
—It was Gu Yanshen. His voice was deep, yet tinged with tension, even through the receiver.
"How is she?"
"Her complexion...is off." Lin Chen glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Very red, and her breathing is rapid. She might...have really been given the Chinese medicine."
Lu Xiran's eyelashes trembled.
traditional Chinese medicine?
They thought she had been given Chinese medicine?
"Come find me right now!" The voice on the other end was a little louder; the barely suppressed urgency was palpable even through the receiver. "To prevent her from hurting herself!"
Lu Xiran was stunned.
How to prevent her from hurting herself?
What does this mean?
She secretly opened her eyes a crack and looked at Lin Chen.
"Should we tie her up?" Lin Chen asked.
Lu Xiran almost jumped up.
Tie them up?
She doesn't want to be tied up!
"No..." she began instinctively, then quickly shut her mouth again.
The voice was a little hoarse, but it did make a sound.
Lin Chen glanced at her in the rearview mirror.
"How many more minutes until we arrive?" the person on the other end of the phone asked.
"Three minutes." Lin Chen glanced at her again. "She seems weak... maybe the medicine she took is different from the one you had before."
Lu Xiran closed her eyes.
My mind raced.
They thought she had been given a traditional Chinese medicine treatment.
Gu Yanshen is coming to pick her up.
He also said, "To prevent her from hurting herself."
What does that mean?
He was afraid that she might harm herself after taking the medicine?
Didn't he already divorce her? Didn't he say in the lounge that the villa was for Song Zhihe? Didn't he ask Song Zhihe if she minded her involvement in the project?
Why should we care about her?
Was he afraid that something might happen to her and affect his reputation?
still is……
Lu Xiran suddenly had an idea.
Since they thought she had been drugged.
So she pretended to be taking traditional Chinese medicine.
Let's see what he does.
But what does it feel like to take Chinese medicine?
She remembered how Gu Yanshen looked after taking the medicine that day. He had pinched his legs until they were bruised, but he had just endured it.
And that night...
Lu Xiran's face turned even redder.
Given that he was already panting, this made it even more obvious.
What is she going to say next?
It's so hot!
I feel so awful.
...That was so embarrassing.
Forget it.
there is always a solution to a problem.
Lin Chen executed a drift, and the car stopped at the elevator entrance in the underground parking garage.
As soon as Lu Xiran opened her eyes, she saw a figure walking quickly towards her.
He wore a black overcoat and stood tall and straight.
Gu Yanshen.
He walked in a hurry, the hem of his coat billowing up to reveal his crisp trousers underneath. His face was expressionless, but his eyes—those eyes seemed to be burning with fire; even from this distance, you could feel the scorching heat emanating from them.
The car door was pulled open, and a blast of cold air rushed in.
The next second, she was lifted into the air—and held tightly in his arms.
His heart was beating fast.
It's frighteningly fast.
Through her clothes, he bumped into her repeatedly. It wasn't a steady, powerful rhythm, but rather chaotic and hurried, as if he had just been running wildly.
Lu Xiran froze for a moment.
He was carrying the chill of the outside air, but his hands holding her were burning hot. His breathing was right next to her ear, a little erratic.
Then she remembered her public persona.
Your eyes should be unfocused. Your breathing should be erratic. Your body should be supple.
She leaned closer to him.
"Uncle..." she murmured softly, her voice weak and hoarse, with a slight nasal tone, "I feel unwell..."