The young master of the Luo Wenchuan family—such a status must be incredibly prestigious and unattainable.
Song Ling finally broke the last barrier between them. To him, the illusions fabricated by lies were meaningless, offering nothing but irony.
Luo Wenchuan's gaze hardened in the summer heat. He took a deep breath and his eyes gradually returned to the velvet box on the small table.
Song Ling knew; he knew everything.
It was him, Luo Wenchuan, who breached Qinghe's headquarters terminal; it was him who incited the masses and created public opinion on various websites; and it was he who contacted Professor Li and facilitated the cooperation between Qinghe and Twilight.
It was he who, in order to differentiate himself from Song Ling as soon as possible, devised a plan to get close to her.
Everything started because of him.
“Brother Ling, believe me, Qinghe has just been infused with fresh blood, it won’t be any different from before. Believe me, I can do a good job, and after a while, I can give Qinghe back to you.” Luo Wenchuan pushed aside the small table in front of him, his hand with the cannula on it landing on Song Ling’s collar. “Believe me, okay? You will still be a shareholder of Qinghe, that won’t change.”
His eyes held a burning, scorching light, a gaze that had once ignited Song Ling. But now, it only chilled her to the bone.
“Luo Wenchuan, do you know what you’re saying? Give Qinghe back to me. Do you think I care about Qinghe’s shares? She is my mother’s life’s work. You’re letting her live as a cultural symbol, a symbol. What’s the difference between that and destroying her?”
Throughout her life, Ms. Song never bowed her head to anyone, nor did she exist as a mere ornament, a symbol, or a figurehead. She was the Empire's most outstanding Omega, the person Song Ling respected and deeply loved throughout his life.
He would never allow Qinghe to be harmed, and he would never allow Ms. Song to be trampled on.
Luo Wenchuan saw a fury in Song Ling's eyes he had never seen before. This man was angry after all; he was always like this—shortsighted, impatient, driven by the innate impulses of an Alpha. Song Ling knew himself well; he was indeed not a qualified businessman.
"After the contract is signed, I will find a way to restore Qinghe's reputation. Brother Ling, you just need to wait. Go back to Beicheng, do your mission, finish your studies, and promise me you won't get involved again, okay?"
Luo Wenchuan didn't want to argue with Song Ling at this time; it was pointless. Song Ling was clearly angry, and he wouldn't listen to anything Luo Wenchuan said.
"Do you know anything about Luo Huaishan?" Song Ling suddenly asked. He was very curious about what kind of role Luo Huaishan played in Luo Wenchuan's heart.
Luo Huaishan had wanted to venture into the terminal industry more than once, and various companies had been restricting Fengxing Group's related cooperation to prevent the balance from being disrupted. With the terminal system as a breakthrough, Fengxing would be even more powerful.
Returning Qinghe to him is easier said than done. Leaving aside whether Luo Huaishan would even agree, even if Qinghe were returned, how many end-user companies would actually use it, given that it already bears the Fengxing brand?
"Wen Chuan, you're oversimplifying things. You're Enigma, you're smart, but you're still a student. With your current abilities, you can't do these things."
Song Ling stood up, and Luo Wenchuan immediately tugged at his sleeve: "Brother Ling, where are you going?"
Looking at the person still with the cannula in their hand, Song Ling said, "I will go to Qinghe. There is still time. There will be better partners than Lin Fenghe. Everything is still possible."
"No, you can only cooperate with me, Brother Ling. Everyone is eyeing Qinghe, you can't switch."
"Don't you have any designs on me? Wen Chuan, let go. You can't use your strength with this hand." Song Ling held Luo Wen Chuan's hand and pried open Luo Wen Chuan's fingers one by one.
He saw blood flowing back into the tube and felt a pang of sympathy.
"Brother Ling, you have to believe me."
"I trusted you too much, and that's why things have come to this."
Song Ling pulled the hem of her clothes from Luo Wenchuan's hand and walked a few steps to the door of the ward.
"Brother Ling—"
Luo Wenchuan called out, and this made Song Ling's fingertips, which were hovering over the doorknob, pause for a moment.
"Wen Chuan, let's end things here."
It was originally a scheme, but Luo Wenchuan has made it seem more and more real.
Song Ling opened the door and was about to leave when, in the next second, she felt a sharp pain in her neck and her vision was instantly taken away.
The tall Alpha landed in a strong embrace. Luo Wenchuan looked at the person in his arms with furrowed brows, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
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When Song Ling woke up again, she was lying on a soft bed with a small moon lamp on the headboard.
In the dim light, Song Ling could see that her legs were wrapped with thick, unbreakable ropes, and her wrists were bound by a tie and a tube used for intravenous infusion.
Where is he?
A note from the author:
It's here!
Thanks to "Illusion" for the landmine—
Thank you to the readers for the nutrient solution!
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Chapter 41
Chapter 41
I like you
The ropes binding him were tied into knots that were difficult to untie. Song Ling tried to turn over and then sat up against the headboard.
With the help of the light, Song Ling saw the entire room. The room was very large, like the master bedroom of a small villa.
Opposite the bed is a monitor for watching movies, and to the right is a display cabinet that occupies an entire wall and is divided into countless compartments.
Each compartment contains different Lego sets, some of which Song Ling has already built, and others that Song Ling likes but hasn't bought yet.
Looking at the neatly arranged Lego sets filling the cabinet, Song Ling felt a complex mix of emotions. He thought Luo Wenchuan might genuinely love him, but this little rascal didn't seem to know what constituted affection.
He's like a child who wants to love but doesn't know how, often making things worse and hurting each other.
Song Ling tried to untangle the flexible hose wrapped around his hand. The way the knot was tied was very troublesome. He had learned how to tie it in the military, but he had not learned how to untangle it.
Normally, it's rare for someone on a mission to be tied up; this is the first time, which is quite embarrassing.
The bedroom curtains were drawn, and there wasn't even a clock in the entire room. Song Ling would lie down when she got tired of sitting.
I don't know how much time passed, but the door was suddenly opened.
Song Ling perked up and then saw a very familiar-looking person walk in carrying a tray.
The man in the dark suit had his hair neatly combed back.
Song Ling felt he must have seen this person somewhere before. He stared at the expressionless face for a long time, until he noticed the expensive tie around the man's neck and remembered that he had seen this person in the restroom behind the Songxian Auditorium.
So Luo Wenchuan had already started plotting against him back then?
The man placed a tray on the bedside table; the tray contained the prepared food.
Two sandwiches and a bowl of noodles with soybean paste—a very mixed set, and you can tell who made it by hand.
"Mr. Song, Young Master Luo asked me to bring you something."
When Song Ling heard the name "Young Master Luo" from someone else, his first reaction was one of unfamiliarity.
He would never have imagined before that the person crying in his arms would be Luo Huaishan's son.
But now that the facts are before him, he has no choice but to believe them.
"You business people, when it comes to business dealings, do you really need your young master to get involved personally?" Song Ling couldn't help but sneer.
He was quite honored. Luo Wenchuan had been following him for the past few years, cooking for him, washing his clothes, and even personally putting on his shoes and socks. What kind of treatment was that?
"Mr. Song, you should eat first. You can't let your health suffer." The man's face remained expressionless, making Song Ling wonder if he was a robot.
Are all the people sent down by the Windwalker Sect like this? They seem thoughtless and don't say a word except to complete their tasks.
"Where is Luo Wenchuan? Have him come to see me."
If you can't win an argument, you knock someone out. What kind of behavior is that? Is that how Luo Huaishan taught him?
"Young Master will be back soon, Mr. Song, please wait a moment." The man glanced at Song Ling, seemingly just realizing that the man's hands were still tied, and walked over to cut the hose and tie with scissors before leaving.
As the man approached, Song Ling considered whether to knock him out as well, but decided it wouldn't be worth it. Luo Wenchuan was a cunning fellow; if he went out now, who knew what other schemes this man would devise to deal with Qinghe?
After the man left, Song Ling touched her pocket and found that the terminal that was originally on her body was nowhere to be found.
Luo Wenchuan's thinking was quite thorough.
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Being alone makes you most prone to drowsiness. Although this place is unfamiliar, the boredom is irresistible.
After eating another meal, Song Ling felt that it was probably about time, so she lay down on the bed and planned to take a nap.
To deal with an enemy, you need to maintain your energy. Luo Wenchuan isn't really an enemy, but you still need to be clear-headed and deal with him properly.
Not long after he closed his eyes, someone came into the room, lay down on the bed, and hugged him from behind.
Luo Wenchuan probably didn't even change his clothes; he went straight to the bed as soon as he entered the house.
After feeling someone's chin resting on her shoulder, Song Ling quickly came to her senses.
The hand around her waist tightened slightly, as if afraid she would run away if he let go. Song Ling felt a little uncomfortable from the tightness, so she simply turned around to face Luo Wenchuan.
"Go lie down on the side."
He was so sleepy right now that he didn't want to argue with Luo Wenchuan at all.
Luo Wenchuan was stunned for a moment, but he still didn't let go of Song Ling's waist.
"Brother Ling..." Luo Wenchuan's voice sounded aggrieved.
Song Ling had no idea what he was complaining about. This guy had almost gotten Qinghe, and now he was stuck in this lousy place, and he was complaining about it? What a load of rubbish.
Everyone in the world can suffer injustice, but Luo Wenchuan cannot.
"Brother Ling, please hug me." Luo Wenchuan snuggled closer to Song Ling, his soft lips brushing against Song Ling's neck.
Song Ling's body stiffened, and he subconsciously pushed away the person who was holding him.
"Brother Ling."
Even in the dim light, Song Ling could still see the hurt in Luo Wenchuan's eyes. This person always looked at him with that gaze, as if he were the sole recipient of all the world's grievances.
"Wen Chuan, now that things have come to this, there's no need for you to keep up the act." Song Ling stepped back, maintaining a certain distance from Luo Wen Chuan.
"I didn't, Brother Ling, why don't you believe me?"