The abandoned daughter of the Lu family turns around and marries a celibate tycoon.

Chapter 195 I'm coming right away!

Lu Xiran still didn't speak to Gu Yanshen. She turned her face to the car window, her forehead pressed against the cold glass, the street scenes outside rushing past frame by frame. Her hands gripped the seatbelt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Gu Yanshen removed his right hand from the steering wheel and slowly reached out, wanting to hold her hand. Her fingers twitched slightly, then she withdrew them. His hand hovered in mid-air for a few seconds before retracting.

"Ranran, don't be angry." His voice was very low, so low it sounded like he was pleading.

"Don't you have to go to work?" she muttered, her eyes still fixed on the window. "Don't you have anything to do? Aren't you a workaholic?"

"I'm not as important as you guys."

Lu Xiran's fingers curled slightly. She placed her other hand on her lower abdomen, as if protecting it or shielding it.

"So, all you care about is the child?" Her voice began to tremble and become hoarse, filled with an indescribable bitterness. "You used to avoid me like the plague, but now you're pressing me relentlessly, not giving me even a chance to breathe."

"no."

The light turned red, and Gu Yanshen stopped the car, turning to look at her. Her profile was tense, her lips pressed into a line, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. He wanted to reach out and touch her face, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

He dare not.

"Ranran, with this child, many things are different."

"Because if it's just me, I can just give up on things like that, right?" She finally turned her head and looked at him. There were tears in her eyes, there was grievance, and there was something else—not hatred, not resentment, but fear.

She was afraid that he would push her away again.

"Ranran," he called her, his voice hoarse.

The horn sounded behind him, and the light turned green. He had no choice but to turn back and continue driving.

"With this child, the people hiding behind the Gu family will definitely not let you off the hook. For example, Liu Lin, you can no longer stay out of it."

Lu Xiran's heart skipped a beat.

She always thought those things were in the past after her divorce.

Once you're divorced and leave, you have nothing to do with those people anymore.

But now she is carrying the Gu family's bloodline, and is seen as a "threat" by those people.

"Ranran, I'm sorry." His voice came from the driver's seat. "Because of my psychological trauma, I was always afraid of involving you, and I did a lot of things that hurt you."

Lu Xiran looked at him. He gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his jawline taut. She knew what he meant by psychological trauma—Song Zhihe eight years ago, and herself three years ago—lying on the hospital bed, her face as white as paper, the bloodstains beneath her shockingly gruesome.

That scene was a nightmare for her the rest of her life, and for his as well.

"What do you mean by 'getting involved'?" Her voice suddenly turned cold. "Gu Yanshen, why do you always make all the decisions yourself? You've never asked me."

He didn't speak. He parked the car and turned off the engine. The car was quiet, so quiet you could hear two people breathing, one heavy, one light, like two rivers that would never meet.

Lu Xiran ignored him. She pushed open the car door and got out.

The next day.

Before leaving the house, Gu Yanshen changed his shoes in the entryway, but halfway through, he came back. He squatted down in front of her, looking her straight in the eye.

"Ranran, there's a merger and acquisition meeting today. Stay home and don't go anywhere."

Lu Xiran sat on the sofa, hugging a cushion, without looking at him.

"The bodyguards will all be here by this afternoon." His voice was soft, with a cautious, consultative tone. "I know you're angry. But I'll try my best not to disrupt your life. The bodyguards are all women, and they'll keep a certain distance from you. They're also experienced and can help you check for dangers around you."

Lu Xiran remained silent.

She simply hugged the cushion a little tighter.

"Don't go anywhere else in the morning." He stood up, still a little worried, and added another reminder.

She nodded. The movement was so light that he almost thought he was seeing things. But he didn't dare ask again. He picked up his car keys and left. The door closed very softly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Lu Xiran sat on the sofa, looking out the window. The sunlight was lovely, shining warmly on the floor. She placed her hand gently on her lower abdomen, as if nurturing a newly sprouted seed. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour. Her phone rang.

"Qiqi?" she answered, a slight smile unconsciously curving her lips.

"Ranran?" The voice on the other end wasn't Jin Qiqi's, but Lian Bichen's, trembling with tears, anxiety, and a panic she'd never heard before. "Qiqi suddenly fainted, and Yinuo fainted too! What did you eat yesterday? Auntie's resting, and Yanxu's in a meeting today… I… I don't know what to do…"

Lu Xiran's heart clenched suddenly, as if someone had squeezed it hard. She stood up, and the cushion fell to the ground.

"Second Aunt, don't panic, what's going on?" Her voice was already trembling.

"They started saying they weren't feeling well last night. Qiqi had been having diarrhea, but I thought it was just food poisoning and didn't take it seriously. Just now she said she wanted to eat, and when I called her, she said she was fine and would be okay after resting for a while. But now—" Lian Bichen's voice choked up, "Now I can't wake her up no matter what I do..."

"Should we call 120?"

"I can see she's still breathing... but I can't wake her up... Ranran, can you come over here for a moment? I don't know who to call..." Lian Bichen's voice was broken, like a mother driven to desperation.

Lu Xiran's mind was buzzing. Qiqi, Yinuo. She remembered yesterday at the store, Yinuo's face was all pink from drinking the strawberry milkshake, and Jin Qiqi was laughing so hard she was doubled over. They were both fine, how could they suddenly faint?

"Okay, I'll be right there," she heard herself say.

She hung up the phone, standing there, her heart pounding as if it would burst from her chest. She remembered what Gu Yanshen had said that morning—"Don't go anywhere." She remembered his eyes, that cautious, pleading worry. She picked up her phone, wanting to call him.

Her hand hovered over the screen. He was in a mergers and acquisitions meeting, a very important one. If she called, he would drop everything and rush back. When he returned and found it was just a false alarm, what would he think of her? Would he think she was making a mountain out of a molehill? Would he think she couldn't even take care of herself? Would he think she was indeed a nuisance?

She put her phone down, then picked it up again. Qiqi and Yinuo were waiting for her. She couldn't not go.

She put her phone in her bag, picked up her car keys, and opened the door. Sunlight streamed in, making her squint. She stepped out, the door closing behind her.