Chapter 232

Heavy rain. Seeing that summer is coming, the temperature dropped below twenty degrees again because of the strange weather.

This abnormal weather always leads to abnormal things.

Outside the apartment, there was a knock on the door.

Qi Fei, who had just returned home, opened the door.

Zhong Kui stood at the door, carrying a bottle of whiskey, with that seductive and dangerous look, approaching the owner of the house step by step: "You say... should I reward you?"

"Shh!" Qi Fei pulled her into the door. "The neighbors will hear."

"I mean drinking together, what are you shy about?" Zhong Kui asked knowingly.

Qi Fei suddenly wrapped his arms around Zhong Kui: "I miss it, I miss it, that feeling..." His nose was almost touching Zhong Kui's smooth cheek, itchy.

It was as if they could both hear each other's heartbeats.

"Knock knock knock..." The knocking on the door rang out inopportunely.

"It's the courier, I guess." Qi Fei hugged Zhong Kui tighter, intending to ignore it, but the door rang again.

Zhong Kui slightly avoided Qi Fei's hot lips: "This knocking doesn't sound like a courier."

"Hmm? I usually have almost no visitors here." Qi Fei frowned slightly, clearly annoyed by this disappointing knock.

And this sound was still ringing persistently.

Qi Fei's hand reluctantly let go of Zhong Kui's slender waist and went to open the door.

The person who appeared outside the door, Qi Fei almost didn't recognize at first glance.

This woman had messy hair, a face full of mud, and stood soaking wet under the dim corridor light.

"Qi Fei, save your father." The woman spoke, and Qi Fei realized it was Lu Man.

Those cold, soaking wet hands suddenly grabbed Qi Fei's arm: "He was kidnapped by Xi He, who said as long as you go to see him, but you can't call the police. If you call the police, he will tear up the ticket!" Lu Man was trembling violently all over, and it could be seen that she had used her greatest effort to remain calm.

"Did he finally make a move?" Zhong Kui arrived at Qi Fei's side at some point.

"Ten days, he said he would give you ten days to find him. If you fail, he will kill President Qi!" Lu Man tremblingly took a glass bead out of her soaking wet pocket and handed it to Qi Fei. "This is what he asked me to give you." After saying this, she seemed to have used her last bit of strength, rolled her eyes, and fell into Qi Fei's arms.

When Lu Man opened her eyes again, she saw the gray ceiling and the white light of the ceiling lamp.

Tinnitus struck, as if an electric current passed through her brain, with a harsh sound.

In this noise, a woman's voice came and went: "You're awake. I checked your body and it should be fine. If you can't call the police, I think you don't intend to go to the hospital either."

"No, others can't know." Lu Man tried to concentrate, muttering, "Otherwise he will kill President Qi, only Qi Fei can know..." Speaking of this, she gasped, struggled to climb off the bed, and saw Zhong Kui's face under the bright light. "He said only Qi Fei can know, I, I didn't know you were here too..."

Zhong Kui blinked very slowly, her eyelashes leaving two shadows on her cheeks under the ceiling light: "You kept muttering the name Zhong Xiaoyu in your sleep. I suppose it should be no problem for me to be at the scene."

However, Lu Man, who heard this, held her head and said in horror: "I have never heard this person's name, why would I mutter this person's name..." Strangely, although she firmly denied it, she naturally believed Zhong Kui's words—she had indeed muttered this name while in a coma.

"It seems you have experienced something terrible. You haven't told me yet, how did you get to Qi Fei's door?" Zhong Kui handed her a glass of warm water, her voice moisturizing Lu Man's anxious nerves like this warm water.

Zhong Kui, who had always been sharp-tongued, seemed to have changed into a different person at this moment, so understanding that Lu Man suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of dependence.

"I..." Lu Man tried to answer Zhong Kui's question, but didn't know where to start when she opened her mouth. "I can't remember..." She said frustratedly, staring at the mirror backed by the flower stand in front. The self in the mirror had lost her usual exquisite makeup, and her plain face looked particularly haggard and strange.

"It's okay, I will help you, drink some water first." Zhong Kui's refreshing voice came again.

Lu Man obediently drank the warm water.

When the warm water passed through her throat, she realized how thirsty she was.

She didn't care about being embarrassed and drank the whole glass of water at once.

"Come, lie down and rest for a while." Zhong Kui continued, with a professional kindness.

Lu Man lay down slowly.

Under Zhong Kui's guidance, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she found herself standing in front of the white building by the Luomeng River. Everything was fine, she was wearing professional attire, holding a neat stack of documents in her hand.

She remembered that today was the day President Qi worked from home. She had organized the documents for the week and wanted to find him to sign and confirm.

The door of the white building was ajar.

This made her have some doubts in her heart—Qi Dongjun was always meticulous and would never leave the door open for no reason.

However, this was just a detail, and she didn't pay too much attention to it.

She knocked on the door a few times.

"Please come in." Qi Dongjun's deep voice came from the room, and her previous doubts instantly dissipated.

Arriving at the living room, the sofa chair behind the desk turned direction, facing away from her.

The high chair back blocked the person sitting on it.

The glass of the bookcase opposite reflected a faint figure, very similar to Qi Dongjun.

"President Qi, do you have anything on your mind today?" Lu Man and Qi Dongjun were both superiors and subordinates and old friends for many years, and her words were full of concern.

"Clang~ clang~" A crisp sound rang out, which was the rhythmic collision of glass.

Lu Man couldn't help but be curious, leaning forward slightly, and saw that hand playing with a marble, constantly hitting the chair armrest. And this marble, Qi Dongjun never touched.

Not to mention, the hand exposed from behind the chair back was fair and slender, looking like a young person's.

If it were someone else, perhaps they wouldn't be able to react so quickly.

But Lu Man had nursed Xi He.

She would not forget the way that child played with marbles.

And the face on the bookcase glass also became clearer as she approached—this was a face younger and more angular than Qi Dongjun's.

The temperature of the entire living room seemed to be dropping.

Lu Man only felt cold to the point of stiffness, and she couldn't even walk properly.

She tried to lighten her steps and took two steps back.

The sound of the marble bouncing suddenly stopped.

"Sister Lu Man, long time no see, hope you've been well." Xi He gave up imitating Qi Dongjun's voice. That tone, that timbre, Lu Man would not forget...