Lu Man was forced to look into Jin Chengjun's eyes. The utter hatred in his eyes chilled her to the deepest part of her heart, sinking down bit by bit.
He hates her, he actually hates her
The tenderness and considerateness of the past completely disappeared, replaced by indifference without any warmth and overwhelming hatred.
"Just because my surname is Lu?" She laughed bitterly, tears falling down, and repeated: "Just because my surname is Lu, you want to humiliate me like this, so you would rather wrong yourself and marry me, just for the sake of it.
Just revenge on dad? Because my surname is Lu?"
Cold tears rolled down from his eyes and dripped on the back of Jin Chengjun's hand holding her chin. He snorted in disgust, threw away his hand, and turned to leave the restaurant.
"Why? Dad, why can't he tolerate you?" Lu Man looked at his back and asked reluctantly: "I know that he has no big conflict with you and Jin, why?"
"Why?" Jin Chengjun didn't look back, put his hands in his trouser pockets, sneered from an angle she couldn't see, and said, "Why don't you ask your good father if he still remembers a girl named Yu Peiqing?
Why don't you ask him if he hears the shrill cry of a baby when he wakes up from his dream at midnight? Why don't you ask him what evil he has done?"
Lu Man's face turned pale and he staggered back. Every word he uttered was squeezed out from between his teeth, as if he was very unwilling to mention it, but it was filled with overwhelming hatred and anger.
Her intuition told her not to pry into the relationship between the girl named Yu Peiqing and her father, otherwise, she would definitely fall into an eternal hell.
Her intuition told her not to try to understand the truth, it was not something she could bear.
Instinct told her that she couldn't afford the price of the truth
Lu Man shivered for no reason and started shaking again. She didn't come back to her senses until Jin Chengjun left.
The servant was driven back to the room. The other master, Jin Ziying, was not at home. The huge living room was so quiet that it was suffocating.
Lu Man fell to the ground and hugged himself with his hands, trying to give himself a little warmth. However, besides being cold, he was still cold.
It was obviously early autumn, and the neither cold nor hot weather was the most comfortable for people, but she felt like she was in the cold winter
She stared blankly at a spot on the floor, thinking about what had happened these days. How long had it been? Two months? Or how long? Why would there have been earth-shaking changes?
"Jin Chengjun, you are really cruel!" Lu Man suddenly looked up and shouted, crying to the ground.
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