Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 752 - 297. [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] The Beginning of a Dead End (1)_3
It’s still early.
"Then have those hoodlum friends bring it over and help me find out where Lu Huai’an is. He’s drunk, probably quite heavily. This is a rare chance that fell into my lap. If I let it go, who knows when the next one will come."
Her tone was very calm, as if she were saying, ’I’m hungry, bring me something to eat,’ something so ordinary.
Jiang Muzhou looked at her, the flippant smile in his dark eyes faded, replaced by an unexpected depth and seriousness.
"Have you decided?" His voice was low. "Once you take that step, there’s no turning back."
What kind of person is Lu Huai’an? How could he tolerate being schemed against?
By then, even if he has no choice but to marry Lin Chu, the marriage wouldn’t be peaceful like an ordinary family.
Lin Chu is not ignorant.
It’s just... to love someone to the bone, she really wants to be his wife. If it cannot be, she’ll be heartbroken.
She said lightly, "I’ve thought it through. Either way, I can’t escape being loathed by him."
Jiang Muzhou didn’t say more and made a phone call.
Lin Chu listened to him on the phone, her face devoid of much emotion. Her apricot eyes, usually brimming with sun-like warmth, were now extremely indifferent, aimlessly watching the traffic outside the window.
Her vision gradually blurred, the lights from the neon signs melding into one.
Her beauty began to blossom at eighteen, with delicate and well-defined features, waist-length wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders, and a brightness in her eyes more dazzling than the stars. A smile for any man could capture his very soul.
Yet at this moment, there wasn’t even a trace of a smile on her face.
What is she thinking about?
She’s thinking about Lu Huai’an.
Thinking about whether in all these years, Lu Huai’an has ever been kind to her, even just a little.
The search of her memory yields some results, and indeed there are many. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
While he openly despises her in front of everyone, causing her heartache, then... occasionally, he would give her a candy.
After bitterness, the sweet is always exceptionally sweet.
So what Lin Chu remembers are all those silent companionships buried deep in her memory, for the pain he caused doesn’t easily come to mind.
...
Jiang Muzhou’s friend arrived at the restaurant half an hour later. Calling him a friend seemed a bit inaccurate, given the man looked like he was nearly thirty.
He glanced at Lin Chu expressionlessly, then took a wrapped item out of his pocket, and handed it respectfully to Jiang Muzhou with both hands. "One packet is enough, don’t consume too much."
His attitude and tone were extremely respectful.
When the man left, Lin Chu asked, "Who was that? Such a strong presence."
Working under Boss Jiang, living every day at the barrel of a gun, could their presence not be strong?
Jiang Muzhou had no intention of telling Lin Chu and threw the item in her lap, returning to his usual nonchalant demeanor.
"Why bother asking? Lu Huai’an is by the river, in that apartment under his name. Bring your ’backup’ and go quickly. If you dawdle and he moves, you’ll miss him. Don’t complain about me then."
Wrapped tightly, Lin Chu didn’t open it to look.
Before leaving, she smiled at Jiang Muzhou. "If several days pass and I haven’t contacted you, remember to collect my body. After all, since we’re friends, during the Qingming Festival every year, burn me some more money."
Every gamble is an adventure.
You either lose everything, or win abundantly.
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When Lin Chu drove to Lu Huai’an’s apartment, it was almost midnight.
Under the deep night, all was silent.
Lin Chu stood at the door, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to input the password.
"Beep Beep——"
This was a house Lu Huai’an bought four years ago. Lin Chu had only been here once before, when she went to find him in the suburbs after the Spring Festival of her senior year, nearly getting molested by a perverted driver that night.
The password had never been changed.
The door opened, and the strong smell of tobacco mixed with intense alcohol assaulted her senses, making Lin Chu involuntarily furrow her brows.
There were no women’s slippers in the shoe cabinet. Lin Chu kicked off her high heels and walked into the living room barefoot. The skin of her feet directly contacting the floor felt cool.
In the sweltering summer, it was comfortable.
Her gaze met those deep dark eyes, and Lin Chu halted her steps.
On the coffee table, bottles lay scattered, and the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, crisscrossing in disorder. The once clean and tidy living room now enveloped in pale blue smoke.
