novelraw Chapter 185 I'm not going
Chapter 185 I'm not going
"Be careful!"
Lu Xiran was pulled into someone's arms by a strong force. The embrace was hard, as hard as a wall, making it hard for her to breathe.
Gu Yanshen wrapped his arms around her waist, shielding her completely in his embrace, his back to the woman. When the liquid splashed towards him, he pressed her against his chest, using his body to block it all.
And it nimbly dodged all the splashed liquid.
"Ranran, are you alright?" His voice came from above, panting and trembling.
She wanted to say she was fine, but she couldn't stand up. A sharp pain shot through her ankle, and when she looked down—she had twisted it.
The woman lunged at him again. The bottle still contained liquid, shimmering in the sunlight.
Gu Yanshen did not turn around.
He simply shoved her behind him, turned around, grabbed the woman's wrist, and twisted it behind her back. The woman screamed as the bottle flew out of her hand, smashed on the ground, and the liquid splattered, filling the air with a pungent odor.
The bodyguards rushed up from behind and pinned the woman to the ground.
She could only hear his heartbeat. Through his coat, through his shirt, through the distance she thought she could never return to, his heartbeat was heavy and fast, as if he had just run out of a nightmare.
"Ranran." He turned around, helped her sit down beside him, and squatted down, looking at her swollen ankle. "Can you walk?"
She didn't answer. She just looked at him, watched him gently lift her feet, watched his brow furrow, watched the fear in his eyes that he couldn't suppress. She suddenly remembered a long time ago, when he had knelt before her in the same way. Back then, she thought it was love. Now she knew it was a lie.
She pulled her foot back.
"Don't touch me." Her voice was cold.
His hand froze in mid-air.
The woman was pinned to the ground, still struggling desperately. She raised her head, her hair disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Lu Xiran, her shrill voice almost piercing eardrums: "Lu Xiran! You mistress! You actually seduced Ling Xue's fiancé!"
Lu Xiran was startled.
Little three?
She was, at best, an ex-wife. She stood there, the pain in her ankle overshadowed by a more intense emotion—anger, resentment, and that indescribable, dull ache of being stabbed in the back. She turned her head, looking at the woman subdued by security, then at Gu Yanshen squatting in front of her. So it was because of him again.
every time.
It's always because of him.
Gu Yanshen stood up, his face ashen. He glanced at the woman, his gaze as cold as ice. "Immediately retrieve the surveillance footage and hand it over to the police."
His voice wasn't loud, "Attempted murder, how many years do you think you'd get?"
The woman immediately fell silent.
Then he turned around, ignoring Lu Xiran's protests, and swept her up in his arms. His arms were steady, his chest was hard, and she could feel his body heat through her clothes. Lu Xiran was stunned for a moment, then began to struggle.
"Gu Yanshen, let go of me!" She pushed his shoulder, but his hand did not budge.
"Don't move." His voice came from above, carrying an undeniable domineering tone. "We need to get it checked out."
"I'm not going!" She turned her head away, refusing to look at him. But her body trembled slightly in his arms, whether from pain or something else, he didn't know.
Gu Yanshen ignored her. He carried her to the car, opened the door, and placed her in the passenger seat. His movements were gentle, yet brooked no resistance. She sat there, looking down at her swollen ankle, and suddenly felt ridiculous. She had clearly decided to never speak to him again, had clearly deleted all his contact information, had clearly uprooted that person from her heart—yet now, she sat in his car, his coat draped over her lap, the warmth of his fingers still lingering on her ankle.
Lu Xiran's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably as she moved forward.
She lowered her head, her tone carrying a pleading quality she herself didn't realize. "Could we please not go to Corning International?"
Gu Yanshen stopped the car at the red light, turned around, and looked at her.
She didn't look at him, but kept her head down, her fingers gripping the seatbelt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"You need to get your foot checked out." He softened his voice.
"It's just a sprain." Her voice was very soft, almost as if she were talking to herself. "After being injured before, I occasionally sprain my ankle habitually."
"We need to get a full check-up to see if any bones are broken." Gu Yanshen started the car again, his tone as domineering and authoritative as ever.
"I don't want to go."
"Ranran." Gu Yanshen's tone softened, as gentle as if he were coaxing a child.
"I'm not going!" She abruptly looked up at him. There were no tears in her eyes, only something that made his heart clench—fear, pleading, the last vestige of defiance after being driven to the brink. "Gu Yanshen! Three years ago there, I lost…" Her voice choked, her throat feeling blocked. "And you left me."
She took a deep breath, as if swallowing a handful of shards of glass. "Please, I'm begging you, just leave me alone, okay?"
Gu Yanshen looked at her. Her eyes were red, and her lips were trembling, but she didn't cry. She just looked at him like that, like a small animal cornered against a wall, resisting with its last bit of strength.
His heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, twisted again and again. That was her most painful memory, and a past he didn't want to recall.
That hospital, that corridor, that tightly closed door. She lay on the hospital bed, her face as white as paper, her body covered in blood.
He stood in the corridor, trembling all over.
"Okay." His voice was terribly hoarse. He turned the steering wheel and drove the car onto another road. "I'll have Jingyan arrange for an orthopedic surgeon to take a look at you."
Lu Xiran stopped talking. She turned around, rested her head against the car window, and remained silent.
The street scene outside the window rushed past, the roads she and he had walked together, the times she thought she could never return to, all receding and disappearing along this road. She didn't cry. She just closed her eyes, listening to her own heartbeat, heavy and deep. She didn't know if he was watching her.
She didn't want to know.