Because she was addicted

Wen Jia returned home.

Knowing that Lu Chenyan would be arriving soon, she poured out the porridge and reheated it.

As the seafood porridge simmered slowly over low heat, bubbling gently in the pot, Wen Jia frowned in worry.

When Lu Chenyan comes back later, should she tell him about Fu Huaishen?

Over the past year, she had heard a lot of gossip about Fu Huaishen and learned some things about him and Shen Li.

The two childhood sweethearts should have been a perfect match.

Six years ago, for some unknown reason, Fu Huaishen went abroad and stayed for six years. When Shen Li saw him again, he was selling coffee downstairs in the company building with his young daughter.

The long-time residents in the alleys south of the city clearly knew more about Shen Li and Fu Huaishen's story, but they all remained tight-lipped about it.

Based on what Fu Huaishen just said, it was Madam Fu who broke them up back then.

Shen Li's misfortunes over the years most likely stemmed from Madam Fu.

Speaking of Madam Fu, she has always been a legendary woman.

She was the only daughter of the main branch of the Fu family in Haicheng, a true golden branch and jade leaf born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and inherited the Fu family's billions of assets at a young age.

Unfortunately, her husband, who was also Fu Huaishen's father, died in a car accident twenty years ago, leaving her and Fu Huaishen as orphans and widows.

The following year, Madam Fu took Lin Xiao into the Fu family as her son-in-law.

Lin Xiao started his business on construction sites, leading a group of brothers to contract projects under the Fu family. After he married into the Fu family, the real estate economy surged ahead like a super-potent drug, creating one legend after another.

Riding the wave of opportunity, Lin Xiao led the Fu Group to become a domestic real estate giant, with the company's market value exceeding 100 billion yuan.

After suffering from miscarriage, Madam Fu was bedridden and simply handed over the entire Fu family business to Lin Xiao to manage, while she stayed in seclusion at Xiaolian Manor in the south of the city for ten years to recuperate.

Six years ago, she fell seriously ill and took her son to England for treatment.

Come to think of it, Fu Huaishen and Shen Li should have met during the ten years that Madam Fu lived in seclusion at Xiaolian Manor.

Madam Fu, with her haughty demeanor, would look down on Shen Li, a nobody from humble beginnings with no parents.

For some reason, Wen Jia felt quite sorry for Shen Li.

Wen Jia and Tang Ning had interacted several times at the company.

Like her mother, Tang Ning was a gentle but proud woman, a rich heiress, and a class divide existed between her and Wen Jia from birth.

Shen Li, on the other hand, she had met so many times and knew her to be a resilient, gentle, and extremely strong woman. Like a wildflower by the roadside, she would brave the wind and rain, the sun and rain, to grow towards the sun and live tenaciously.

In some ways, she and Shen Li are the same kind of people.

It was past 11 o'clock, and the porridge in the pot had been reheated twice, but Lu Chenyan still hadn't arrived.

She sent a WeChat message but no one replied.

I called, but no one answered.

I couldn't help but start to feel anxious.

"Feed? Brother Chuan? It's Wen Jia."

Unable to contact Lu Chenyan, Wen Jia remembered that Lu Chuan had left her his contact information, so she dialed his number.

"Miss Wen?"

Lu Chuan was clearly somewhat surprised that Wen Jia was calling him at this time. He immediately responded respectfully.

"What's the matter?"

When Wen Jia told Lu Chuan what had happened, Lu Chuan quickly comforted her:

"Miss Wen, don't worry. I'll find Ayan and tell you right away."

Wen Jia hung up the phone and paced anxiously around the house.

Once she calmed down, she couldn't help but let her mind wander.

One moment he was worried that Lu Chenyan might have been in a car accident on his way here, and the next he was worried that Lin Zhidong might retaliate against him in secret, kidnap him, or even...

Lu Chenyan would never miss a phone call, no matter how busy he was.

He would let her know where he was going.

They will never suddenly become unreachable for no reason.

She dared not think about it further.

Feeling restless at home, I changed my shoes and went downstairs.

Standing in the darkness, she didn't know where to look for him.

For a moment, anxiety and fear of the unknown gripped her, making it hard for her to breathe.

Fortunately, Lu Chuan called.

"Miss Wen, don't worry. I've found Ayan."

"Is he... alright?" Wen Jia's heart was in her throat, afraid of hearing something she shouldn't from Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan: "He's fine."

"That's good, that's good."

Wen Jia's heart finally calmed down a little, and she pressed on with more questions.

"Where is he? Why isn't he answering the phone?"

"Ms. Wen, his phone is dead. He asked me to tell you not to worry about him, and I'm coming to pick him up now."

"I'll go too."

Lu Chuan was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone before finally saying, "Alright, then wait for me at home."

……

Lu Chuan's car was parked at the entrance of Haicheng Hospital at 2 a.m.

The hospital was brightly lit.

Lu Chenyan walked out of the hospital, carrying a suit jacket and looking exhausted. His head was down, his hair was disheveled, and his white shirt was stained with blood, a sight that was chilling to behold.

"Ayan!"

Wen Jia practically lunged at him.

"Where did this blood come from? Are you...are you alright?"

Wen Jia's voice was filled with fear as she gripped Lu Chenyan's arm, looking him up, down, left, right, front, and back repeatedly.

"I'm fine."

Lu Chenyan's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

He pulled Wen Jia into a tight embrace, buried his face in her neck, and took a deep breath.

"Jiajia, I'm so tired."

"Ah Yan, I'm so glad you're alright. Let's go home."

Lu Chenyan nodded, and as he passed by Lu Chuan, he glared at him. Lu Chuan calmly looked up at the sky, touched the car, and turned away.

"Why are you here?"

Lu Chenyan's eyes were slightly red, and his whole body exuded the exhaustion that followed tension and fear.

Wen Jia felt sorry for you, "I'm worried about you."

She had been worried all night, not knowing what had happened, and was filled with a sense of unknown fear. Only when she saw Lu Chenyan standing unharmed in front of her did this fear slowly dissipate, replaced by exhaustion and intense curiosity.

Lu Chenyan pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on her forehead, and gently kissed her.

"It's alright now. Let's go."

"Did something happen to someone important to you?" Wen Jia asked softly, with a hint of caution in her voice.

I guess so.

"How is he now?"

"It's alright now."

"Are you able to leave now?"

"They don't need me here anymore."

Lu Chenyan put his arm around her and got into the car, holding her hand to his lips and refusing to let go. His eyes were full of exhaustion, making Wen Jia unable to ask any more questions.

"If you're tired, take a nap. I'll let you know when we get home."

She ultimately swallowed back all the words she wanted to say.

"Um."

Lu Chenyan lay down, resting his head on Wen Jia's lap, and soon fell asleep facing her in her arms.

Once inside the car, Wen Jia saw a black van slowly pull up in front of the hospital. Secretary Li got out of the passenger seat and jogged over, carrying someone out of the back seat along with the driver.

The hospital lights, as bright as day, shone on the man's face.

She had a dignified appearance, a full head of white hair, and wore a dark green cheongsam. A large green jade necklace adorned her chest, and she wore a matching full-green jade bracelet and ring on her wrist.

Fu Huaishen's mother, Fu Xiu, sat in a wheelchair with a thin white wool blanket covering her legs.

Secretary Li personally pushed the wheelchair into the hospital.

Wen Jia had a vague feeling that something big was about to happen, but she still looked away and said to Lu Chuan:

"Brother Chuan, let's go."

Lu Chenyan was clearly exhausted and hadn't woken up the entire way. He curled up on Wen Jia's lap, sleeping soundly and even snoring softly. He only groggily woke up when Lu Chuan parked the car downstairs at Wen Jia's house.

By the time I got upstairs, the porridge had gone cold.

Lu Chenyan didn't care at all. Before Wen Jia could reheat it, he lowered his head and drank the bowl of porridge clean.

After finishing his drink, he even got up and cleaned up the dishes himself.

Wen Jia watched him quietly until he finished his work before speaking.

Go to bed early.

"Jiajia, aren't you going to ask?"

Lu Chenyan looked exhausted.

Wen Jia said, "Go to sleep first. If you want to talk, we can talk about it after you wake up."