Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 875 - 333: [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] If Only We Could Look Back on the Years (Part 2)
The doctor checked Lin Chu’s health. Luckily, the ingredients of the inhaled drug did not harm the body as much as inferior drugs do, so there wasn’t a major problem.
Lu Huai’an instructed the servants to prepare a meal and watched Lin Chu eat half a bowl before letting her sleep.
During this time, Lun Jun brought Lu Mingchuan’s secretary to the apartment.
Xiao Liu stood respectfully in front of the desk. He didn’t know why he was called over, and cautiously asked, "Mr. Lu, why are you looking for me?"
The smell of tobacco in the study was choking, but he didn’t dare cough.
Lu Huai’an leaned on the soft chair, fingers distinct as they held a half-smoked cigarette. The pale blue smoke swirling around him rendered him inscrutable.
"I heard that when my wife went to the company, you asked her to run an errand for you."
His voice was calm and level, yet seemed to carry an invisible pressure.
Cold sweat began to seep from Xiao Liu’s forehead, and he quickly explained, "It’s like this, Mr. Lu. The clothing prepared for Miss Shen was left at the company. I couldn’t leave and couldn’t find a colleague to help, and happened to encounter Secretary Lin... oh no, it was Mrs. Lu, so I asked her to help."
This was the first time he’d heard from the president of the Lu Family, regarding Secretary Lin’s identity, referred to as: my wife.
Lu Huai’an slowly raised his eyes, the depths dark as a mysterious pool.
Expressionless as he looked at the man standing in front of the desk, his voice indifferent as usual, "The surveillance showed that you lingered in the lobby on the first floor all morning. Were you so idle that you couldn’t make a trip to the club?"
Xiao Liu’s hands clasped in front of him moved back and forth unnaturally, a small motion revealing his tension.
He didn’t dare raise his head to look at his superior’s expression; even with his neck bent at a ninety-degree angle, with only his shoes in view, he could still feel the gloomy aura in the study.
In such circumstances, he didn’t have the courage to lie.
"It was the vice president who instructed me. He said that he had offended Mrs. Lu a few days ago, but Mrs. Lu never answered his calls. He wanted to find an opportunity to apologize and thus used this name."
After he finished speaking, the study returned to silence.
Lu Huai’an slowly tapped the desk, the sound echoing like a dangerous signal.
Xiao Liu swallowed hard, quickly clarifying his stance, "Mr. Lu, this is all I know. As for how the vice president offended Mrs. Lu, I’m not informed and don’t dare to ask."
Until Xiao Liu was escorted out of the apartment, his trembling right hand hadn’t yet returned to normal.
If it were at the company, when Mr. Lu passed by, a chill would crawl from his heels upward.
In those ten minutes in the study just now, he felt as if he had taken a walk through hell.
Even if Mr. Lu spoke no harsh words, the innermost shirt he was wearing was drenched with sweat. It was the dead of winter, and cold sweat still beaded on his forehead.
His steps were stiff, anxiously asking Assistant Lu beside him, "Will I be fired?"
Lun Jun smiled faintly, "Mr. Lu’s decision, I don’t know. You should go back to the company."
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When Lin Chu woke up, it was already dark.
The phone wasn’t by her side, so she didn’t know what time it was. With no moon, the bedroom was plunged into darkness.
The spot beside her was empty.
Feeling a bit thirsty, she went downstairs to drink water.
The servant still remembered how unusually cold Lin Chu had been when called for breakfast in the morning, so was particularly cautious, pouring water for her without daring to utter a single extra word.
The living room felt very spacious and the whole apartment was quiet.
Lin Chu found her bag in the living room sofa, with her phone inside.
The screen displayed several missed calls, mostly made around noon. Besides Lu Huai’an, the other one was from Jiang Muzhou.
Lin Chu casually called back, "Where are you?"
Having just woken up, her voice was still hoarse.
On the other end, Jiang Muzhou seemed to be by the sea, she could hear the sound of the waves.
"Just wandering aimlessly,"
Both were in a bad mood. Previously, as soon as the call connected, they would start teasing each other, but now, they were more silent than ever.
Lin Chu hadn’t seen Jiang Muzhou for many days; she was busy, he was busy, though neither knew what the other was busy with.
"Why did you call me?"
"Feeling down, wanted to find a trash can to vent."
Lin Chu, "..."
The all-purpose rascal also had worries.
So no one’s life is smooth sailing.
"Have you finished venting? I want to drink. Can you free up some time from your aimless wandering for a few hours? I want to vent too."
