Because she was addicted

The moment Wen Jia saw Lu Chenyan, her mind was still stuck in the time before they broke up.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't help but want to snuggle into Lu Chenyan's arms.

But the next second, Wen Zhao on the bed made an incoherent "hmm" sound, which immediately brought her back to her senses.

They broke up three days ago.

She turned her head away, not letting her tears fall in front of Lu Chenyan.

What are you doing here?

Out of the corner of her eye, Lu Chenyan's smoky gray trouser legs were less than ten centimeters away from her.

Lu Chenyan saw her wearing a hospital gown, her face pale and streaked with tears, her hands wrapped in gauze, and his heart ached terribly.

"Jiajia, I'm here to take you home. This hospital isn't good; I'll take you to another one."

"I'm not leaving."

Wen Jia didn't look up. She turned to look at Wen Zhao. He had been groaning earlier, and she was worried that he was feeling unwell.

Seeing that her attention was not on him at all, Lu Chenyan frowned and then followed her gaze to Wen Zhao on the bed.

A striking head of blond hair.

He's the man in the video Meng Tao posted.

He remembered what Wen Jia had said to him at home on Saturday.

"I go to bars, nightclubs, and KTVs—wherever there are lots of men. As for the tricks, I know them all."

Lu Chenyan's eyes suddenly hurt.

"Who is he?"

Lu Chenyan stared at Wen Zhao on the bed, his face turning somewhat pale.

"younger brother."

Wen Jia saw Wen Zhao's eyelids twitch, a sign that he was about to wake up, and quickly touched Wen Zhao's fingers, which were as cold as ice. Little did she know that Lu Chenyan behind her was already so enraged by the word "brother" that he wanted to jump up and down.

younger brother?

The first word Wen Jia uttered upon meeting him was "younger brother"!

Her younger brother can only ever be Lu Chenyan.

Who does this blond-haired guy in front of me think he is?

They dare to challenge me?!

Lu Chenyan's heart pounded like thunder. He bent down and separated Wen Jia and Wen Zhao's hands, then casually took them into his own palm.

What are you doing?

Wen Jia turned her head and glared at him.

"Don't touch him." Lu Chenyan glared back at her.

"Are you sick in the head?"

"Yes. I'm sick. So you're not allowed to touch him."

Lu Chenyan was tall and strong, but he spoke in a very childish way. The two of them stared at each other, looking exactly like three-year-olds arguing.

"childish."

Wen Jia remained silent and turned to press the button on the bedside table.

The nurse pushed the door open and came in. "What's wrong?"

"He seems unwell," Wen Jia said anxiously.

"Oh, let me see." The nurse leaned forward to examine her, but Lu Chenyan stopped her. "Sir, could you please move aside?"

Lu Chenyan grabbed Wen Jia's arm and led her outside.

"What exactly do you want?"

Wen Jia struggled a couple of times to no avail. Her palm was cut deeply by the broken glass of the wine bottle, and every struggle and movement aggravated the pain.

"I already said, let's go home!"

Lu Chenyan noticed that Wen Jia's hand was wrapped in gauze and deliberately avoided it. However, seeing that she kept falling backward and refused to move, he stopped, turned around, and picked Wen Jia up by the waist.

Wen Jia was suddenly thrown into the air, startled and let out a soft scream.

In the corridor, doctors, nurses, and patients coming and going all turned to look at them.

Wen Jia wanted to hit him, but she couldn't muster any strength in either hand, so she could only curse:

"Go back to what home? Which home? Do we even have a home?"

Lu Chenyan lowered his head, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Of course we have a home. It's unit 2, building 5, Huating residential complex, room 1209."

"That's my home, it's none of your business."

"No. 8, Chenshan Mansion!"

"That's your home, it has nothing to do with me."

Enraged, Wen Jia opened her mouth and bit Lu Chenyan's arm.

Lu Chenyan seemed unaffected by a mosquito bite, continuing his journey towards the elevator without stopping.

"If you want to bite me to death, you'll have to use more force."

Wen Jia kept clenching her teeth until they ached, and her cheeks hurt, but Lu Chenyan didn't stop walking.

His muscles were as hard as stone. What was she thinking, biting him?

Wen Jia leaned her forehead weakly against Lu Chenyan's arm, tears streaming down her face.

"Lu Chenyan, put me down, I can't leave. I have to stay and take care of A-Zhao. He almost died last night..."

Lu Chenyan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Wen Jia felt his arm slowly tightening, his fingers digging painfully into her arm, but how could that pain compare to the pain in her heart?

"Is he that important?"

Above him, Lu Chenyan's voice trembled, filled with resentment, disbelief, and unwillingness.

"Yes."

Wen Jia's voice was as low as a mosquito's buzz.

"Wen Jia, I can too." Lu Chenyan's Adam's apple bobbed, and a hot tear fell onto Wen Jia's face. "He could die for you, and so can I."

Wen Jia buried her head in Lu Chenyan's arms, her shoulders trembling slightly.

So what if it's possible?

Does that mean the deceptions of the past can simply cease to exist?

No, no, no, Lu Chenyan's greatest skill is sweet talk. In order to achieve his goals, he can use his silver tongue and clever schemes to make his prey soft-hearted and willingly offer themselves up for his slaughter.

What's more, there is an insurmountable chasm between them.

Downing and her child.

Wen Jia wiped her tears on his shirt.

"What does that have to do with me?"

This time, Lu Chenyan was trembling all over. He growled.

"In what way is that blond guy better than me?"

Wen Jia was taken aback.

They quickly realized that Lu Chenyan had misunderstood.

Indeed, she had never told Lu Chenyan about her family, so Lu Chenyan didn't know that Wen Zhao was in Haicheng and had never met her.

Wen Zhao is twenty years old.

She's no longer the little brat who used to follow her around calling "Sister! Sister!" and begging for candy.

He was over 1.8 meters tall, a head taller than Wen Jia.

Wen Jia standing next to him looked more like a younger sister.

The Wen family members are also very good-looking.

Wen Zhao has striking features and a handsome appearance. Coupled with his eye-catching yellow hair, he is a very eccentric, cool, and reckless person among young people.

Wen Jia used to view him with prejudice and never paid any attention to him.

So, Lu Chenyan thought she really went to a nightclub to find a younger man for entertainment?

Fine.

Wen Jia looked up, tears welling in her eyes.

"Lu Chenyan, his name isn't Huangmao, it's Azhao. He's twenty, just graduated from university, and last night was his first time working as a prostitute."

"You believed him the first time? Do you know he was seducing people to pour drinks, letting them touch him however they wanted, and paying him to kiss them—his face and body were covered in lipstick marks! How could you do that to someone like that?"

Lu Chenyan recognized him at a glance.

This blond guy is the same one who was surrounded and groped by a group of women in the Downing room that day, and later hid in a corner happily counting his tips.

Wen Jia felt a pang of pain in her heart.

So, is this the kind of life Wen Zhao lives?

She vowed that once Wen Zhao recovered, she would guide him onto the right path no matter what.

"So what? I'm happy to do it."

Taking advantage of Lu Chenyan's dazed state, Wen Jia struggled to get off him and took several steps back to create distance.

"When you're out in the game, everyone knows how to embellish and package themselves. Didn't you say it was your first time too? You're no better than him, so neither of you should look down on the other."

"Wenjia!"

Lu Chenyan was so angry that he wanted to explode on the spot.

Does she know what she's saying?

Can he be compared to this blond guy?

But Wen Jia had no intention of letting him go.

"Oh no, he's much younger than you, incredibly obedient, has a great physique, and fashionable hair. Most importantly, he does whatever I ask. Isn't the point of spending money to make yourself happy? In terms of responsibility and professionalism, he's far superior to you..."

"Bang!"

A loud bang interrupted Wen Jia's words.

Upon closer inspection, Lu Chenyan slammed his fist on the nurses' station next to him, sending the file rack and various equipment crashing to the ground with a clatter. The nurses who had just been watching the commotion screamed in fright and vanished in an instant.

The door to the doctor's office next door opened, and the male doctor who had previously been in charge of Wen Jia walked out with his hands in the pockets of his white coat.

He walked over to Wen Jia, glanced at Lu Chenyan,

"Miss Wen? Do you need any help?"