Wen Ning closed his eyes in pain, but his lips remained tightly closed.
Lu Yanci was very angry at her stubborn appearance.
However, it's not like he didn't know how much this little thing could endure. Just trying to deal with her pain would not achieve the goal.
He narrowed his eyes, and the cold anger in his eyes became more serious.
This little thing not only dares to run around, but also has a bad temper.
She doesn't distinguish between places where people can go and places where ghosts can go. In a place like today, there is a mixture of fish and dragons. If she had met someone else, she might have been eaten today, leaving no bones or scraps left.
Doesn't she have any ability to distinguish at all?
It's worse than this, dare to embarrass him in public, then you will refuse to admit your mistake, and you will be stubborn as hell.
It seems that it is not possible to do nothing.
He looked at Wen Ning's closed eyes and said coldly, "You asked for this, Wen Ning."
After that, he used his hands to lift her up and hang her on his arm like a quail, and in a few steps he walked to the door of the side room used for milk baths.
The housekeeper followed behind and whispered: "Miss Wen, Miss Wen hasn't had her dinner yet. If she doesn't, she will be punished."
Lu Yan resigned and was about to put Wen Ning down when Wen Ning suddenly broke away from Lu Yanci and tried to run away.
Unexpectedly, before he could even run two steps away, Lu Yanci grabbed the collar of his clothes.
Lu Yanci was even more angry in his heart, and he lifted her back like a little cub.
His face was as cold as if he had just been taken out of an ice cave, and his voice was full of anger, "Open the door!"
The housekeeper glanced at the entangled two people, shook his head invisibly, took out the key and opened the door.
Inside is a relatively small hot spring room, which was temporarily added at Lu Yanci's request. It is quite complete, but it is a little smaller, and the hot spring pool has not yet filled with water.
Lu Yanci carried Wen Ning into the room and put him on the chair where he was resting. His voice was cold and ruthless, "I've made a mistake in thinking here. Come out after you figure it out!"
Wen Ning raised his head and glanced at him, his chest heaving a little, indicating that he was not angry.
But she knew she couldn't play with him, so she quickly lowered her head, bit her lip, and clenched her hands into a fist.
Lu Yanci knew that she would never soften for a while, so he looked at her coldly for a while, then turned and left.
As soon as he reached the door, Wen Ning's soft voice rang out, "You can't lock me here."
It sounds very soft, but it contains bones made of reinforced concrete, and it doesn't mean to be soft at all.
Lu Yanci's eyes became even colder, and he went straight out the door without looking back.
Then, with a muffled sound, the door closed completely.
Although this room is also a hot spring room, it is a temporary addition after all and cannot be compared with the large glass room.
After the door was closed, it was dark inside with no windows. Only a little light came from the exhaust fan diagonally above. Wen Ning curled up on the chair and stared at the beam of light in trance.
No matter the anger, no matter the unwillingness, no matter the hatred, in the eyes of them, people like her are just a plaything, a beast whose life and death don't matter.
Like the girl who was thrown out the door, like the man who was trampled half to death.
Who is Lu Yanci? He is the top figure in Beijing's powerful circles. He can get wind and rain when he wants. How can she outplay him?
He was interested in her now, and he thought she was a canary. He would feed her when he was free and happy. If he didn't like her anymore, he would just throw her out of sight and let others bully her.
Thinking of everything that happened in that room, my heart, which had been numb for a long time, suddenly felt like it was being pulled out by something, feeling stuffy and painful.
Lu Yanci and she were from two different dimensions, and she shouldn't have any extravagant hopes for him.
She just sat motionless, and after an unknown amount of time, she curled up on the chair and fell asleep.
Wen Ning sat inside for a long time, and Lu Yanci also sat on a chair outside the room for a long time.
He looked at the door of the house for a long time. Until the weather suddenly changed and the wind began to blow, she did not knock on the door, nor did she make any sound to beg for mercy.
The wind came hard and made the trees rustle.
The housekeeper took the key and walked to Lu Yanci, "Master, do you want to open it? It has been locked for three or four hours, and she hasn't taken the medicine yet."
Lu Yanci looked at the dark door, feeling that all his patience was worn away at this moment, and anger slowly appeared in his eyes, "You won't die if you don't drink once, let's see how stubborn she can be!"
The housekeeper looked at the door and put the key away again.
At this time, Lu Yanci's phone rang. He picked it up, looked at it, and answered the call.
After a while, he closed the phone and stared at the door with a cold expression: "I'll go out for a while, and you keep an eye on her. If she knocks on the door and admits her mistake, let her out. If she doesn't, let her stay inside."
"Don't open the door without me, or you can go in and stay alone!"
After saying that, he turned around and left the hall.
The housekeeper looked at the closed door, shook his head expressionlessly, then entered the room and picked up his mobile phone.
"Madam, Master Yan Ci's illness seems to be on the verge of relapse."
"Are you coming back later?"
"good!"
…
Not long after, there was a sudden strong wind, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain.
Wen Ning curled up on the chair and couldn't help but tremble.
The weather was also like this on the day Zhou Yan was buried.
Humid air mixed with the smell of rain squeezed in from the gaps in the exhaust fan, filling the entire space. Wen Ning was in a daze, feeling that the weather was exactly the same as that day, as if he was bleeding.
She was afraid of thunder and lightning since she was a child. Whenever the weather was like this, her father would drink. When drunk, he would push her mother to the ground and beat her to death. She would scold her for why she couldn't give birth to a son. After the beating, her mother would beat her.
She hid everywhere, no one dared to take her in, only Zhou Yan opened the door to her again and again.
After Zhou Yan died, she lost the right to be afraid.
In the darkness, she curled up into a ball, imagining Zhou Yan taking her into a safe space, imagining Zhou Yan cooking sweet osmanthus soup for her.
Zhou Yan is her light, her salvation, and the only life-saving driftwood she can hold on to.
However, such a good Zhou Yan was beaten to death by someone using such dirty methods.
Zhou Yan, her Zhou Yan, he must not die in vain like this!
Suddenly, dazzling lightning flashed across, bringing with it huge thunder that shook the whole house.
Wen Ning opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the exhaust fan on the wall.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, she seemed to hear someone knocking on the door and someone calling her name.
Someone told her to run quickly, run far away, and don't be caught.
With a pale face, she moved the stool under the exhaust fan and used a knife to pry open the two consecutive exhaust fans.
She was thin and slender, and she got out easily.
There was a violent storm outside, the trees were swaying wildly, and the light from the street lights seemed to have been distorted by the wind.
She dragged her wet clothes and slowly moved along the wall to the other side.
As soon as she entered the corridor, the outermost door suddenly opened, and a hand pulled her in forcefully.
