The Mysterious Night of Beijing

Meng Huizhou's voice was very soft, but it sounded like a thunderclap to Lin Chuxiu.

She suddenly looked up at him, her eyes blurred with tears.

Are you feeling wronged?

she does not know.

From the leak of her photos to being condemned by everyone, to being slapped by her own parents and forced to donate blood to others, she did not cry.

She thought she had stopped crying long ago.

But now, looking at this man, and seeing herself in his eyes, all the defenses that had been firmly suppressed in her heart crumbled.

Tears streamed down my face like beads from a broken string, and I couldn't stop them.

She didn't want to cry, especially not in front of him.

This is so embarrassing.

It's like showing weakness, like begging for pity.

She tried desperately to hold back her tears, but the more she tried, the more they fell.

Meng Huizhou didn't say anything more, just quietly looked at her.

Unlike others, he didn't awkwardly tell her "don't cry," nor did he offer her a tissue.

He just watched.

That gaze was neither scrutinizing nor pitying; it was simply looking at you, as if to say, "You can cry."

Lin Chuxiu finally couldn't take it anymore, raised her hand, and wiped her face haphazardly with the back of her hand.

She choked up, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Meng Huizhou took off his suit jacket and once again draped it over her shoulders.

The coat still carried the warmth of his body and that familiar scent of cedar, enveloping her completely.

"Let's go."

His voice was faint as he turned and walked towards the door.

Lin Chuxiu stared blankly at his back for a few seconds before sniffing and following him.

Stepping out of the interrogation room, I found the corridor filled with police officers.

Their eyes were filled with awe and fear as they looked at Meng Huizhou, and they automatically made way for him.

The policeman who had slammed his fist on the table earlier was now looking down, not even daring to glance at them.

Lin Chuxiu followed behind Meng Huizhou, and for the first time, she felt the power of authority so clearly.

I sat in that familiar Cullinan; the car was very quiet.

The driver smoothly started the car and merged into the traffic.

Lin Chuxiu leaned back in her chair, watching the night view rushing past the window, her mind a jumbled mess.

She knew that it was Meng Huizhou who saved her.

But why would he do that?

Just because of that agreement?

She doesn't believe it.

This favor was so great that she didn't know how to repay it.

She secretly turned her head and glanced at the man beside her.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, and the profile of his face looked somewhat tired under the streetlights.

He seemed to sense her gaze and opened his eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Lin Chuxiu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned around to look out the window, her cheeks burning.

"Are you hungry?" he suddenly asked.

Lin Chuxiu shook her head.

She can't eat anything right now.

The car returned to silence.

Back at the manor, the butler and several servants were anxiously waiting at the door.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw them return.

"Sir, Miss Lin."

"Go prepare some food," Meng Huizhou instructed, then looked at Lin Chuxiu, "Go upstairs and rest."

His tone was the same as always, revealing no emotion.

Lin Chuxiu nodded, put on his coat, and quickly went upstairs.

She needs to be alone.

Back in her room, Lin Chuxiu threw herself onto the bed and buried her face in the soft blankets.

She held the coat, still warm from his body, tightly in her arms.

The crisp scent of cedar lingered around her nose, strangely calming her flustered heart.

She remembered the kiss from last night that smelled of medicine.

She remembered the firm, warm chest he had held in his arms.

She remembered how he had walked towards her against the light at the police station.

This man, time and again, shattered her understanding and exceeded her expectations.

He said it was an agreement.

But what he did went far beyond the scope of the agreement.

Lin Chuxiu's mind was in turmoil.

She is afraid.

She feared this was yet another kind of trap, a more sophisticated and gentler one.

She has been hurt too deeply and can't withstand any more setbacks.

She turned over and looked at the ceiling.

Go to Yenching University.

This is her only and ultimate goal now.

Once they arrived in Yanjing and began a new life, it was time for their agreement to end.

By then, they'll be even.

She told herself that.

But the thought of the words "settled accounts" made her heart clench, as if something had grabbed it, leaving her feeling suffocated.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

It's a new email.

Lin Chuxiu picked it up and opened it.

[Dear Lin Chuxiu: After final review by our university's Admissions Committee, we have officially admitted you as a Master's student in the Department of Chemistry, Class of 20XX. Please log in to our university's Graduate Admissions website before [Date] to confirm your admission information…]

The sender was the Graduate Admissions Office of Yenching University.

She was accepted.

She really can leave this place now.

Lin Chuxiu held her phone, staring at the email for a very long time.

Tears, once again, fell without warning.

This time, it wasn't because I felt wronged, nor because I was afraid.

Rather, it was because she had finally seen the light.

……

VIP ward at the city's central hospital.

Lin Lengyan looked at Jiang Xian'an in disbelief. "What did you say? The case was dropped?"

"Hmm." Jiang Xian'an sat on the sofa, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

He just received a call from the police station saying they made a mistake and that he should go and close the case.

"Why?!" Lin Lengyan was quite agitated. "The injury assessment has been done, the evidence is conclusive, why are they telling us to drop the charges?"

"Someone has put in a good word with the Municipal Public Security Bureau," Jiang Xian'an said coldly.

"Who?"

Jiang Xian'an remained silent.

He didn't know who it was; the other party was at a very high level, and his people couldn't find out.

All that is known is that a single phone call was made from Beijing directly to the mobile phone of the highest-ranking official in the Shanghai Public Security Bureau.

"Brother Xian'an, what do we do now?" Lin Lengyan asked anxiously, "Are we just going to let her go like this?"

"I won't let her go." A ruthless glint flashed in Jiang Xian'an's eyes.

He thought he had driven Lin Chuxiu to the brink of despair.

Unexpectedly, there was such a powerful figure hidden behind her.

Meng Huizhou.

Jiang Xian'an couldn't think of anyone else besides him.

The immense humiliation nearly drove him to madness.

Lin Lengyan, whom he cherished dearly, was seriously injured when Lin Chuxiu had someone run over her.

He tried to use his connections to make Lin Chuxiu pay the price, but she used even higher-level connections to humiliate him.

What he found most unacceptable was that the person who stole his woman was his nominal uncle.

"Yanyan, don't worry." Jiang Xian'an stood up, walked to the bedside, and took Lin Lengyan's hand. "This matter is not over."

He wanted to find out exactly why Meng Huizhou was protecting Lin Chuxiu.

He didn't believe that someone like Meng Huizhou could truly fall for a woman.

There must be some deal he's unaware of.