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My conversation with Lu Ming unexpectedly lasted nearly two hours, and by the time he dropped me off, the day was almost over.
There was no doubt that our argument was based on Lu Ming's misunderstanding, and I was well aware of this; I had no intention of defending myself.
A misunderstanding is just a misunderstanding; let it be.
When he parked the car downstairs at the hotel, he showed no signs of wanting to end the conversation. His eyes held confusion, and stepping back slightly, he spoke in a tone that suggested negotiation: "If you have any difficulties, I can help you."
"No need," I refused outright.
Lu Ming had already underestimated me; to him, I was merely a former subordinate. I would never rely on him like I did with Miao Miao; I had not accepted him to that extent in my heart.
Especially with the way he looked at me now, I didn't want to face him as a weak person.
"You really are something," Lu Ming said, annoyed, as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Can you not discuss things properly with people?"
"Of course not!" I became even more agitated. "What do I have to discuss with you? You have money, so go find someone else in a hurry. You can afford your debts; just accumulate a few more. Why drag me into this? You don't need to worry about my affairs!"
Gu Xiang was absolutely right; if Lu Ming truly cared about me, how could he possibly speak so hurtfully? He exposed my flaws and pulled me in front of the mirror, forcing me to acknowledge my own filth and shame.
Should I then kneel and accept Lu Ming's charity? Zhuang Jun cannot kneel before Lu Ming!
"So you want to confront your parents about your divorce? And then what? Destroy Song Qi's family? How can you face your parents?"
In my fury, I couldn't help but admire Lu Ming's reasoning skills. Since he knew I hadn't yet confronted my parents and was certain I would cling to Song Qi, how could he claim not to underestimate me?
"That's my own business! Everything I do is justified before heaven and earth, and it is right for my parents and my family!" I shouted at Lu Ming. He understood nothing; based solely on his assumptions, he insulted me. Was everything I did truly wrong? Was the breakdown of my family my fault? And now, was everything still my fault?
I waited for him with red-rimmed eyes, my nose tingling but holding back tears. While they casually condemned me, did they ever consider me just once?
I, Zhuang Jun, was born into a good family, loved by my parents, excelling in my studies, with a couple of friends. Why have I ended up like this? While they laugh at me, have they ever thought about me?
Here they are, loudly accusing me of moral flaws. I just want to know! What else could I do?
"You," Lu Ming said as our eyes met. My anger spread further as I clearly saw the change in his emotions. "You didn't tell the truth."
I raised my hand to wipe away the tears at the corners of my eyes and bitterly asked him, "Mr. Lu, you've always been the one talking. When would I have the chance to tell the truth?"
Lu Ming frowned slightly before relaxing again, his gaze sincere. "You speak."
He was waiting for my answer. How ridiculous; did he really think I would say anything?
"I have nothing more to say. What I wanted to say has already been said. It doesn't matter how you think of me; you can look down on me as much as you want." The grievances in my chest surged up to my throat. I gritted my teeth and held back all the resentment before continuing, "It's fine as long as you want it that way. My decision stands; let me out of the car."
I didn't want to spend another moment with Lu Ming. I wanted to get out; I needed to go sleep in a cold hotel room. I had no home to return to and no money left. By tomorrow, I wouldn't even have a place to stay.
"No," he said. "You're emotionally unstable and might do something wrong."
This statement was clearly not meant for me. After summarizing all my normal resistance, he actually reignited the engine and drove away from the hotel entrance. I pounded on his shoulder, shouting for him to let me out.
He seemed to ignore me completely and continued driving until we were far from the hotel, arriving at a high-end neighborhood where he parked in the garage of a villa before finally opening the car door for me.
He dragged me into the villa, passing through a brightly lit living room and the uneasy gazes of servants before taking me upstairs. He turned the handle of a room door and with a flick of his arm, threw me inside.
"Stay put."
After he finished speaking, he forcefully snatched the phone I was holding.
In the end, he, along with the light from the corridor, was blocked by the door he casually closed. When I tried to turn the doorknob again, I found it was locked. I couldn't get out of this door; Lu Ming was imprisoning me and had taken away my means of communication.
I hurriedly made my way to the balcony, feeling my way in the dark. Looking down at the little garden below, illuminated by scattered star-like lights, I was filled with a sense of dread in this unfamiliar place. Lu Ming brought me here—why? What did he want to do?
Fear and the surrounding darkness enveloped me, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I collapsed onto the ground, hugging my knees and crying bitterly, my mind swirling with questions.
Why did he have to treat me this way? Why didn't he consider my feelings?
As I cried until my brain felt heavy and close to shutting down, I felt someone lift me off the floor. My body was gently placed on something soft, and I fell into a deep sleep, struggling to open my eyes several times but failing each time.
When I finally managed to lift my heavy eyelids, the surrounding darkness didn't evoke any anxiety in me. On the contrary, I felt as calm as a still lake, unable to recall anything that could make me feel bad.
This calmness puzzled me, yet it didn't give rise to any negative emotions. Accompanied by drowsiness, I drifted in and out of sleep. Suddenly, when I became aware enough to open my eyes, even in the darkness, I easily spotted a small figure standing by my bed.
"Shuang? Shuang?" My voice came out hoarse, accompanied by a burning pain in my throat. I tried hard to frown and see her expression but lost to the darkness; even my body felt too weak to move.
"Aunt Zhuang," Lu Shuang's sweet voice called out to me, making me lower my guard and feel somewhat relieved.
Unlike the dead calmness before, this lively ease was an emotion I desperately craved.
"Yes, Shuangshuang, tell Aunt Zhuang what happened." Each word pulled at the pressure in my throat, causing a sharp pain that forced me to grit my teeth and endure.
"Uncle Gu and a few aunties came over; they gave Aunt Zhuang an injection and talked to Dad."
"What did they say?"
"I don't know," Lu Shuang replied. "Dad carried me to bed."
"Where's Dad?"
"Dad went to find Uncle Wang."
Through Lu Shuang, I had gathered quite a bit of information. Gu Xiang came over again and even gave me an injection—was it a sedative? Was my current discomfort a side effect or something else? The "Uncle Wang" that Lu Ming went to find, could it be Wang Nan?
What exactly did he want to do? My greatest fear was that everything he did would disrupt my plans, letting my prey slip away from the fishing net that Miao Miao and I had carefully designed!
I had finally earned Song Qi's trust. If I could just wait one more day, I could have him come to the room I designated to meet "me." At that time, it wouldn't be me meeting Song Qi, and all this preparation would be ruined by Lu Ming?!
"Shuangshuang, please call your dad and tell him Aunt Zhuang is looking for him."
Whether it's divine retribution or public condemnation, the only hope I've held onto during this time is to carry out this revenge. Why did Lu Ming have to intervene and ruin everything? What right did he have to interfere?
Lu Shuang obediently responded with a "mm," explaining that she could only go to the living room to call Lu Ming. After I agreed, I listened to her footsteps as she left, my emotions still calm.
Even thinking about Lu Ming's despicable actions didn't stir up anger in me. My mind was clear; the key was meeting Lu Ming.
As long as I saw him, no matter what method I used, I wanted him gone—out of my life. Even if I seemed insane like a madman, the revenge was something they all brought upon themselves. I wasn't afraid of retribution; I feared they were living too well.
I couldn't predict how long Lu Ming would take to arrive. When he finally entered my room and turned on the lights with a "click," the sudden brightness hurt my eyes. Instinctively, I closed them and turned my head aside, lacking even the strength to raise my hand in defense.
"Let me go."
I wasn't asking for negotiation. Even if everything I had done was morally wrong, what Lu Ming was doing now was criminal!
"You need rest and treatment." His cold response left no room for discussion.
"Mr. Lu, you have money, but the law treats everyone equally. You are breaking the law; you cannot treat me this way." Lu Ming was not ignorant; he insisted on doing this. Was the struggle of the poor merely entertainment for the wealthy? I had no intention of being Lu Ming's amusement.
"If you are willing to accept treatment, we can talk."
Lu Ming must have been aware that he was the one in control; he was not negotiating with me but issuing orders. This was my only way out.
As if unwilling to waste more time on me, Lu Ming said a few words and left, even "kindly" turning off the lights in the room, leaving me trapped in darkness with nothing I could do.
But then I thought of something that filled me with hope.
If Lu Ming contacted Wang Nan, then Wang Nan would surely tell Miao Miao. At that point, all I had to do was wait for Miao Miao to come and rescue me.
I kept feeding myself hope; it was all I could rely on to get through each agonizing second. Miao Miao was my only hope.
She certainly never expected that her revenge plan would be stifled at its very first step by an unrelated passerby, and this person's meddling made no sense at all.
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