Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 722 - 290. [Heartbroken Fairy Tale] Seeing Land When the Forest is Deep (1)
When we are young, we shouldn’t fall for people who are too stunning; otherwise, the rest of our lives will never be peaceful. ———— Preface
Since Lin Chu could remember, she never noticed any boys other than Brother Huai’an.
Even when she was ten, after falling into an icy lake, having a high fever for three days, almost burning her brain to insanity, forgetting many people and things, she still remembered the trivial matter that Brother Huai’an disliked cilantro.
Lin Chu loved this man named Lu Huai’an for many, many years, probably since the day she was born, the affection subtly sprouted in her heart.
Her entire youth was spent chasing Lu Huai’an’s silhouette, passing through mud, passing through marshes, sometimes hurting so much she wanted to cry, but still believing that one day she would see the rainbow beyond the ocean.
Therefore, Lin Chu never thought that while she gave her most beautiful and pure love to Brother Huai’an, he would repay her with the destruction of her family, a pain that pierced the bones and gouged the heart.
...
"Mrs. Lu, we’ve kept your father’s body for three days. When can you come over?"
When the Lin Family went bankrupt, Chairman Lin Zongjun was pushed to desperation by the shareholders and jumped to his death at two thirty in the morning, three days ago.
His only daughter, Lin Chu, fainted, and the son-in-law didn’t show up. No one came to handle Lin Zongjun’s affairs, so the body had to be kept at the police station.
Although the weather wasn’t very hot, three days was already the limit.
Lin Chu arduously propped up her body, her voice hoarse as if it were grinding open her flesh, "Sorry to trouble Officer Cheng. I’ll come over in an hour."
The police on the other end finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."
After the call ended, Lin Chu spent ten minutes accepting a fact: her father was dead, and the culprit was her lawful husband — Lu Huai’an.
The servant at home saw Lin Chu coming downstairs in black clothes and quickly approached her, "Ma’am, you’re awake."
She cautiously looked up at her, somewhat distressed, and said, "The chairman instructed that before he comes, you are, not, to leave the house."
Her path was blocked, Lin Chu stopped in her tracks, the pallor under her brows more striking against the black clothing, her eyes cold, "Lu Huai’an... still hasn’t come back?"
The servant respectfully replied, "Yes, I haven’t seen him."
Upon hearing this, Lin Chu was startled for a moment, then slowly laughed out loud.
She was indeed laughing, but the sound of her laughter was more desolate than crying.
Did Shen Weiyi fall off her horse and die as well?
Ha!
How could that be...
Miss Shen has nine lives and won’t die easily.
The windows in the living room were open for ventilation, so the voices of the bodyguards outside could be faintly heard inside the living room.
"Sorry, Mr. Lu, the chairman instructed that if you return, you need to see him first."
"Move aside!" Lu Huai’an’s sullen voice carried the intensity of a storm capable of consuming everything, "I’ll say it again, move, aside!"
"I’m just following orders. I hope Mr. Lu won’t make this difficult for me. You should... Argh! It hurts!"
The man’s cry of pain was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.
Then, the code-secured door was opened from outside. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Lin Chu watched with a smile as the man she loved most approached her step by step.
Black leather shoes stopped before her, the same pair from three days ago.
"Xiao Chu..."
The severity in his black eyes hadn’t completely faded, his handsome face was tightly drawn, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line, his heavy voice seemed to carry an imperceptible tremor.
After these two words, Lin Chu waited for a long while and heard nothing more.
She curved her lips into a smile.
She spoke softly, "You’re still alive, huh? I thought you were dead, too. That’s why my dad’s corpse was left at the police station for three days, unclaimed, un, claimed... Lu Huai’an, why isn’t it you who died instead?"
If you were dead, I wouldn’t hate you.
But you’re not dead, so I must live with this regret my whole life.
Endlessly, until my dying day.
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October 26th.
This was Miss Lin’s fourth time skipping school this month.
The first time, it was because her period started unexpectedly and she wasn’t prepared at all. Surely she couldn’t sit in the sacred classroom wearing stained trousers, right?
The second time, it was because she stayed up too late the previous night, and the morning alarm was so loud it woke the elderly neighbor with hearing problems, yet she slept like a log; surely the servant couldn’t carry her to school, right?
The third time, the situation was the same as the second time.
