The room was not big, the lights were not turned on, and it was pitch black without any light.
Wen Ning suddenly remembered that night, the dark night with thunder and rain, the night when he locked himself in the hot spring room.
Her eyes widened in horror, "You have no right to punish me, you don't!"
Lu Yanci's breath was unsteady. He carried her to the middle of the room and said coldly: "Is that wrong?"
Wen Ning said with a tearful tone: "You have no right to punish me, you don't! Lu Yanci, I will hate you!"
Lu Yanci became even more angry, and his voice was so cold that it could shake out ice shards, "Do you still dare to say break up?"
Wen Ning was scared and angry, and her mind was in chaos. Without thinking, she blurted out: "Don't be with you, you are not good people!"
"You are all bullying me!"
As he spoke, he stepped back, took two steps, grabbed the door and turned around to run.
However, before he could even take a step, he was caught back by Lu Yanci.
He threw her onto the small sofa inside, his chest heaved a few times, and his breathing became a little unsteady as he spoke, "Okay, think it over here, and come out when you know you are wrong!"
After that, he turned around and walked out.
Wen Ning saw that he was about to leave, so he stood up and wanted to run.
Lu Yanci picked her up and threw her on the sofa, "If you think about it clearly, I'll let you out when I know what's wrong!"
With that said, he turned around and walked out the door.
Wen Ning rushed to grab the door, but to his surprise, Lu Yanci slammed the door shut.
Wen Ning's little finger didn't have time to retract and got caught in the crack of the door.
The severe pain almost killed her, her vision went dark and she almost fainted.
But her extremely tolerant character made her just groan and not even scream.
Lu Yanci outside the door didn't notice that he had made a mistake that he could never forgive himself for the rest of his life. He just felt that the door didn't close well, so he opened it and closed it again.
The moment he opened the door, Wen Ning's fingers retreated from the crack in the door.
The soft little finger was pinched off, and the excruciating pain made Wen Ning unsteady. She knelt on the ground, and her hair was quickly wet with cold sweat.
The huge pain made her feel nauseous and retching, but she couldn't make a sound.
In the darkness, she raised her head and looked at the door.
It seems like you can see the people outside through the door!
It turns out that he is the same as them!
His so-called love was fleeting. They were in the same group, they all wanted to kill her, they all wanted to bully her to death!
He talks about giving her everything and giving her what she wants, but he just wants to deprive her of everything!
It turns out that his kindness can really be taken back at any time!
Why do these people do this to her?
What did she do wrong?
She fell to the ground, her vision blurred by the intense pain.
In the darkness, she seemed to see Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan, the best in the world, cried and asked her, Ning Ning, do you feel any pain?
Ningning, as long as I'm here, you won't feel any pain!
She reached out to grasp the illusory scene in front of her, but there was nothing.
Zhou Yan is dead!
There is no one in this world who feels sorry for her, there are only people who bully her!
She murmured: "Zhou Yan, it hurts so much..."
But no one responded to her.
She lay on the ground, looking at the ceiling as if lifeless.
In the darkness, there was not a single tear in her eyes.
Zhou Yan is not here, she doesn't deserve to cry!
Outside the door, Lu Yanci stood at the door for a long, long time.
The smoking became even more intense, and after just two or three puffs of a cigarette, the spark reached the bottom.
Zhang Hua watched for a long time and said in a low voice: "Miss Wen, please let Miss Wen out. She is young and ignorant, and she speaks impulsively. Don't be the same as her."
It was okay that Zhang Hua didn't speak. As soon as he spoke, Lu Yanci's coldness that he had finally suppressed came up again. He said in a cold voice: "It's so cruel! It's been an hour, and there's not a single word for mercy! Keep being so indulgent. If you go down, you can rebel in the future!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the living room.
As he walked, he said in a cold voice: "Don't open the door! Ask someone to guard here. If you hear her knocking on the door or talking, tell me!"
Zhang Hua shook his head helplessly and stopped talking.
Until noon, Wen Ning didn't knock on the door, let alone say a word.
The more she behaved like this, the gloomier Lu Yanci's face became, the atmosphere in the whole room became terrifyingly cold, and the servants did not even dare to express their feelings.
At noon, Luo Ying came unexpectedly.
As soon as he entered the door, he felt something was wrong in the atmosphere. He smiled and said to Zhang Hua, "What's going on? When I came here before, there were people who came out to greet me. Why is there no one in the room with a smiling face today?"
Zhang Hua maintained the most basic courtesy to Luo Ying, but still looked expressionless, "The mistress is not in a good mood today."
Luo Ying glanced at the study unexpectedly, and her eyes fell on the furry slippers at the entrance.
There is also a small pink handbag on the cabinet.
Her expression changed.
His eyes immediately scanned the entire room.
The house is still the same as before, nothing has changed.
The Yuan blue and white porcelain placed at the door was Lu Yanci's favorite, and the paintings hanging on the wall were bought from Christie's, each worth tens of millions.
The entire set of furniture is made by master craftsmen, and every cut is art.
However, although it was the same, she vaguely felt that something was wrong.
She reached out and touched the Yuanqing flower porcelain at the door, and looked at the large handfuls of Van Gogh sunflowers and lavender tart tails placed on the table.
Frowning, "Where did the sunflower come from? The color is too bright and it doesn't fit in this house. Take it out and throw it away!"
"Also, what kind of purple flower is it? Iris? That flower stinks, take it!"
Act like a hostess!
Zhang Hua said expressionlessly: "My mistress asked me to order them, and they are delivered every day. Also, iris doesn't stink, I think it's very elegant."
Luo Ying frowned, "When did Yan Ci like such vulgar flowers?"
There was no emotion on Zhang Hua's face, "Maybe it's because Miss Luo hasn't been with the mistress for too long, and many of the mistress's preferences have changed."
Luo Ying's expression suddenly changed.
Zhang Hua was right. She hadn't been around Lu Yanci for so long that she no longer knew his preferences.
Their relationship was frighteningly unfamiliar.
She only found out recently that Lu Yanci had adopted the little orphan girl that no one wanted.
Although she knew that the little orphan girl posed no threat, she didn't even live in this house. What right did that humble little orphan girl have to live here?
This was something left to him by Lu Yanci's grandmother.
It is said that the old man gave instructions before his death, saying that the feng shui here is good, and Lu Yanci must be in this house when he gets married, and must also give birth to children here.
In other words, Lu Yanci's wife must live here.
Thinking of this, Luo Ying, who didn't care much at first, couldn't help but rush over.
At this time, she felt something was wrong with the porcelain she was touching, and couldn't help but look at the pair of Yuan blue and white porcelain, "Why doesn't this feel right?"
Zhang Hua still looked expressionless, "That pair was smashed a few days ago, and the mistress took it to repair it. This pair is a replica."
It was Wen Ning who smashed it when he was feeling bad that day.
Luo Ying's expression was not very good, "Who dares to smash something worth tens of millions?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lu Yanci walking out of the study.
