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Lu Heng hung up the phone, gazing out at the night sky.
The office was bathed in the soft glow of the computer screen.
His assistant knocked and entered. "Manager Lu, I've found something."
"Speak."
"Miss Xu and Song Wenlin's marriage registration is genuine."
The assistant handed over the documents. "But based on the timeline, it seems to have been a hasty decision."
Lu Heng flipped through the file, staring at the photo from the marriage registration.
In that moment, Song Wenlin was kissing Xu Xinyan on the cheek, her smile radiant.
He suddenly recalled her days with the Lu Family.
Back then, she would quietly sit in the garden reading, and when she heard him return, she would greet him with a smile.
She would make him coffee, tie his tie, and wait silently for him to come home when he worked late.
"Manager Lu?" The assistant asked cautiously. "Should we take action?"
He closed the file. "Book me a ticket to Beicheng."
"But tomorrow you have a brand endorsement with Miss Lin..."
"Cancel it."
After the assistant left, he opened the drawer.
Inside was a photo taken on the day they first met at the convenience store, with the clerk helping them capture the moment.
In the photo, Xu Xinyan held an umbrella, her smile innocent and pure.
Did he really pretend to be an ordinary office worker just to get close to her?
He remembered her saying she liked a simple life and enjoyed having someone to watch the sunrise with.
But what had he given her, besides hypocritical lies?
Ding-dong, his phone rang.
Lin Wan: "I heard you're going to Beicheng?"
He didn't reply.
Lin Wan: "Don't go. Let her live in peace."
He put down his phone and dialed a number.
"Investigate everything about Song Wenlin."
Conflict 12
I was in the studio helping Song Wenlin organize the paints when I suddenly heard a commotion outside.
"Miss Xu, please come with us."
Three men who looked like bodyguards barged in.
"Who are you?" I took a step back.
"Manager Lu requests your presence," the leader said.
I scoffed, "Request? Just like that?"
"If Miss Xu does not cooperate, we will have to use force."
As they advanced, Song Wenlin rushed down from the second floor.
"Get out! Otherwise, I'll report you for trespassing," he shouted, standing in front of me, his voice filled with an anger I had never heard before.
"Mr. Song, this is a private matter of the Lu Family. Please do not interfere."
"Private matter?" Song Wenlin sneered. "She is my wife now."
The bodyguards lunged at him, but Song Wenlin sidestepped and grabbed an easel to smash it against them.
Paint bottles shattered on the ground, splattering like fresh blood.
"Stop!"
Lu Heng's voice rang out from the doorway.
He strode in, his suit stained with paint, his gaze menacing.
" manager Lu," Song Wenlin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Is this really what you want, a substitute?"
"Shut up!" Lu Heng grabbed him by the collar. "You don't understand her at all!"
"What do I understand?" Song Wenlin sneered. "Do I understand that you see her as Lin Wan's replacement? Do I understand that you've deceived her for three years? Or do I understand that you now want to forcibly take her away?"
"That's enough!"
I stepped forward and slapped Lu Heng across the face.
The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the studio.
"Xu Xinyan, you!"
" manager Lu," I locked eyes with him. "Aren't you always asking me if I remember our first meeting?"
He was taken aback.
"Do you remember? The rain that day, the umbrella, and every lie you told?"
"I didn't..."
"You did," I interrupted him. "You deceived everyone, including yourself. Do you really think finding someone who looks like Lin Wan will bring back the past?"
"It's not like that..."
"It is exactly like that," I said with a bitter smile. "You've never loved me; you've only loved the shadow of your own imagination."
Song Wenlin came over to support me.
I only then realized that I was trembling.
“ manager Lu,” he said softly, “please leave.”
Lu Heng stared at our clasped hands, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes.
“Bodyguard,” he suddenly said, “take her away.”
“Bang!” Song Wenlin punched him in the face.
“If you dare to touch her, I’ll make sure you don’t leave Beicheng.”
In that moment, Song Wenlin bore no resemblance to the gentle artist he usually was.
He was like a lion protecting its territory, exuding an aura of danger.
Lu Heng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. “Do you think I’m afraid of you?”
“No,” Song Wenlin smiled. “What you should be afraid of is yourself.”
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