Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

Su Nanqin seemed to have sobered up a bit, and even went to look at himself in the mirror to maintain his appearance.

"So ugly." Su Nanqin thought Lu Fang didn't care, and muttered to himself as he touched the bandage.

Lu Fang sat on the sofa and watched him until the other man had finished muttering to himself while twisting his head, then said in a deep voice, "Come here."

Su Nanqin's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Lu Fang was going to settle scores with him.

Now he didn't dare to mutter about being injured and disfigured. He stood obediently with his back turned, his hands hanging uneasily at his sides.

Lu Fang felt sorry for her, but he wasn't stupid. Su Nanqin was clearly determined to act cute and pitiful to make him feel sorry for her, trying to fool him and get away with it.

The last time he didn't want to apply the medicine, it was because he deliberately indulged him; otherwise, he really would have thought he couldn't tell.

Su Nanqin instantly adopted an innocent and pitiful look, his face practically screaming "I was wrong."

But I just won't say anything, as if I'll do it again next time.

Lu Fang felt that he had been spoiling this person too much lately, and he couldn't believe what would happen if he were injured again tonight.

"Come here!" Lu Fang was determined to teach him a lesson today. He didn't take care of his health and dared to lie.

Su Nanqin lowered her eyelashes, walked up to him and stood with her head down. Her eyes were still red from the medicine she had just applied, making her look pitiful no matter how you looked at her.

Lu Fang was afraid that he would be uncomfortable if he stood for too long, so he pointed to the sofa next to him and said, "Sit down. Don't think that I won't scold you just because you're pretending to be pitiful."

Seeing that he had been exposed, Su Nanqin had no choice but to sit down obediently again.

Lu Fang remained silent for a long time, while Su Nanqin watched as his expression remained unchanged.

She reached out and tugged at Lu Fang's sleeve, looking at him and asking softly, "Are you angry?"

Lu Fang looked down at the hand that was gripping the hem of his clothes. It was fair and beautiful, well-maintained, and clearly had been pampered since childhood.

But this person suffered such an injury tonight, and Lu Ang's feelings were very complicated.

I was angry, but more than that, I felt resentful and unwilling.

He looked at the person in front of him and silently repeated three times in his heart, "Don't get angry, ask nicely."

Then, looking at the person again, he said, "Tell me honestly, what happened tonight? Why didn't you call me?"

When Lu Fang is serious, his eyes are always questioning.

Su Nanqin was somewhat frightened and lowered his head, not daring to look at him, but he couldn't possibly tell the truth.

He continued to lie, downplaying the seriousness of the situation: "I just fell... I didn't dare call you..."

Su Nanqin looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, and seized the opportunity, "I dare not hit you, I'm afraid of being scolded..."

At this point, Su Nanqin really couldn't tell whether his grievances were feigned or genuine.

I just want to cry.

After saying that, she felt uneasy again, clenching her fingers tightly, afraid that her fear was real.

Lu Fang hated him lying the most. Trying to get away with it by pretending to be pitiful was an extreme approach. Either he couldn't bear to let him off the hook and stopped asking questions.

They'll either get even angrier and fly into a rage.

Su Nanqin was betting on the former, but he clearly misjudged Lu Fang's anger level.

"You dare lie to me?" Lu Fang frowned and glared at him. "Tell me, how did you fall? How could you have marks like being hit by a sharp object?"

Su Nanqin was frightened by Lu Fang's gaze and couldn't tell the truth, so she instinctively wanted to back away.

It means they still won't tell you.

"Don't be angry... I'll call you next time..." Su Nanqin tugged at his sleeve a little hesitantly, and mustered up her courage to say it again.

"Let go." Lu Fang tugged at it, making a move to get up, mimicking his tone.

"Lu Fang, are you angry with me too?" Su Nanqin seemed helpless, afraid that Lu Fang would leave again like last time.

In reality, Lu Fang only intended to go downstairs to help him heat up the food.

Lu Fang had already stood up. He turned around and looked at the person who was tugging at his clothes with an innocent and aggrieved expression. He held on tightly and wouldn't let go.

Whether he was pretending not to know before, like a pitiful little kitten, at least in this sentence, Su Nanqin wasn't faking it.

He really didn't want Lu Fang to be angry with him because of this; it would make him feel terrible.

Lu Fang paused, looked up at him, and Su Nanqin tugged at his sleeve in a coquettish manner.

Lu Fang's feelings were complicated. In the end, it seemed that he couldn't find a solution, so he simply picked up the person on the sofa and said, "If you refuse to tell the truth, you'll stay at home tomorrow. If you dare to do it again, I'll lock you in a dark room to teach you a lesson."

Su Nanqin knew that Lu Fang was letting him off the hook and wouldn't press the matter further, but he was still angry, so he could only reply softly, "Mm..."

Lu Fang didn't believe Su Nanqin's words at all.

Sure enough, when Su Nanqin got up the next day, Lu Fang had locked the door from the outside.

He didn't even leave him a note. Su Nanqin went back to look for his phone, only to find that Lu Fang had taken it away as well.

Only a landline number was left; Su Nanqin only remembered Lu Fang's phone number.

What's wrong with Lu Fang? Is he being held captive?

He was a little anxious. Although he knew Lu Fang wouldn't leave him in the room for too long, the company had a press conference today.

Moreover, he didn't like being treated like this by Lu Fang. When Lu Fang was so forceful, it meant that the other party was really angry.

Uncle Wan arrived promptly at eight o'clock.

As soon as Su Nanqin saw someone, he said, "Where's Lu Fang? He's the one who locked me up."

Uncle Wan looked at the injury on the man's head and was also a little worried. For some reason, he could sense a hint of grievance in the young master's last sentence.

Uncle Wan is definitely on the young master's side, but this morning Lu Fang explained about yesterday's injury and guessed that Su Nanqin would run away again.

He specifically instructed him not to let Su Nanqin go out, as he would return after finishing his work at the company in the morning.

"Young Master, Mr. Lu gave instructions before he left." Uncle Wan knew Su Nanqin's temperament, and hesitated for a moment before saying the second half of his sentence, "He gave instructions..."

"What did he confess?" Su Nanqin felt wronged, and now that he heard Uncle Wan was also siding with Lu Fang, he felt even worse.

"He instructed me to make sure you finish your breakfast and not to let you leave the house," Uncle Wan said, looking at the breakfast in his hand.

"I won't eat, let me out, Uncle Wan." Su Nanqin would never lose his temper with Uncle Wan, as he had raised him since he was a child. "I won't eat if you don't let me out."

Now that he's been wronged, he's showing some childish temper.

Uncle Wan hadn't heard such childish words from Su Nanqin for a long time, but they'd become more and more frequent since she got together with Lu Fang.

Uncle Wan was somewhat relieved, but still tried to comfort him: "Young Master, don't be upset. Mr. Lu has instructed Lin Yi to arrange the company affairs, so you don't need to worry. Just focus on recovering."

Su Nanqin looked at the man in front of him, who was over fifty years old and whose temples had turned gray at some point.

She lowered her eyes, sighed inwardly, and said, "Then please let me downstairs."

Uncle Wan hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Lu said this is to teach you a lesson..."

Actually, this was also Uncle Wan's idea. The young master has always been a bit too willful and doesn't care about his own life.

He didn't say much before because no one cared, but now that someone is in charge, he feels relieved.

"Uncle Wan, come in and eat with me." Su Nanqin's eyes darted around.

"This..." Uncle Wan hesitated for a moment, looking at the young master who seemed a little pitiful, before finally stepping through the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped inside, Su Nanqin slipped out through the gap on the left.

With a "bang!", the door was slammed shut by Su Nanqin from the outside.

"Young Master! What's wrong with you...?" Uncle Wan seemed surprised by his reaction and called out anxiously from inside, "Your injuries haven't healed yet. Mr. Lu said you lost too much blood yesterday, and it's dangerous for you to run out."

Uncle Wan seemed a bit anxious, and he almost coaxed her afterward.

Su Nanqin raised his hand and touched the gauze on his head. "Hiss," he thought, "it still hurts a little."

Then he said to the person inside, "Uncle Wan, please stay here for a while. Mr. Lu will be back soon to let you out."

He's a bit childish and lacks manners.

……

"Young Master, don't be willful..." Uncle Wan's last words were drowned out by the sound of Su Nanqin's footsteps coming downstairs.

Su Nanqin didn't distrust Lin Yi's ability to handle company matters; she was simply rebellious and didn't want to be locked in a room by Lu Fang.

Thinking that way, I did it without considering the consequences at all.

He couldn't go to the company, and Zhou Yan wasn't exactly obedient; at least on this matter, he would definitely side with Lu Fang.

With nothing else to do, I decided to drive over to Wenqi's place.

Lu Fang likes to lock him up; it's fun to let him search for things.

Su Nanqin hadn't been there for a long time, and when he went back, he found that Wenqi's energy and spirits had deteriorated.

However, she still had that carefree and devilish look, and immediately put her arm around his shoulder, "Oh, my little Nan Nan, it's been so long since I've seen you."

"How many times have I told you, don't touch me." Su Nanqin felt like there was a big cat hanging behind him, and said expressionlessly.

"Tch, so stingy." Wenqi leaned closer to examine him through the light. "Hey, Xiao Nannan, what happened to you? It's been so many years since I've seen you with a bruise. Did the old man hurt you again?"

"Hmm." Su Nanqin raised the Lafite and shook it, preparing to bring it to her lips, but then seemed to think of something else.

He put it down again, holding it in his hand without moving it.

He then sat back down in his original booth, pondered for a moment, and thought, "Wait a minute, you've been pulling that old man out of his seat for years, how come he still has the energy to jump around?"

"I couldn't stop him. There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with him later. You go do what you need to do and don't bother me." Su Nanqin just wanted a place to go, and he didn't want Wenqi chattering away beside him.

"Tsk, you're still complaining about me? You have no conscience. I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."