Chapter 142: In Cheng Wan's Heart, There Was No Date of Return

When Assistant Wu arrived at the parking lot, President Chu, who never drove after drinking, was struggling with the driver for control of the steering wheel.

The driver did not dare to offend his boss and was sweating profusely in his anxiety.

President Chu had been drinking, and quite a lot at that, and he appeared completely irrational, driven by a surge of anger.

Even if the driver had eight times the courage, he would not dare to hand over the steering wheel to him.

"Assistant Wu." The driver sought help from Assistant Wu.

Assistant Wu took a deep breath to calm himself and pulled Chu Li away.

"President Chu, just tell Lao Wang where you are going; Lao Wang drives fast and steadily."

A glimmer of clarity returned to Chu Li's bloodshot eyes.

His fingers trembled as he gripped the door handle.

Yes, where was he going?

He did not know where Cheng Wan had gone.

"President Chu?" Assistant Wu guessed whether this matter had to do with Cheng Wan.

After all, President Chu only lost control when it came to Miss Cheng.

He was about to make a call to have people investigate.

Chu Li had already spoken: "Check the whereabouts of her and Wen Lvzhong."

Assistant Wu hurriedly gave the order and helped Chu Li into the car.

He instructed the driver, "Go to this address first."

It was Wen Lvzhong's residence.

After the car had traveled for a while, Assistant Wu received a call and learned of Cheng Wan's location.

"They are on the way to the highway entrance, in the direction of Bali Town."

"Go to the highway entrance."

The car sped along at the edge of the speed limit.

Wen Lvzhong's car had just been intercepted at the highway entrance when the black Bentley pulled up behind it.

Cheng Wan saw Chu Li in the rearview mirror.

She composed her emotions and stepped out of the car calmly.

Chu Li was somewhat out of control; as soon as he approached, he gripped Cheng Wan's wrist tightly.

"Where are you going?"

Cheng Wan smiled at him, "Since you have already made your choice, you should go to the Yiyuan, not come here."

Chu Li's throat felt blocked, and he could not speak.

She already knew everything; no matter how much he said, it would be in vain.

Yet, at this moment, he was unwilling to let her leave.

She had Wen Lvzhong by her side, Cheng Han, and even Fang Yiwen...

In the future, there would be no place for him.

"Chu Li, is there anything else you want to say?"

Cheng Wan looked at the bodyguards surrounding them, her eyes calm and unruffled.

Chu Li had already made a deal with Cheng Han; he had chosen Qin Yun Shu.

Chasing her here... was merely inviting ridicule.

"Wanwan." Chu Li's voice was hoarse; he spoke with difficulty, his eyes filled with a surging entanglement of deep affection and pain.

"When will you come back?"

In the end, this was the only question he asked.

She had not yet left, and he was already hoping for her return.

But for Cheng Wan, there had never been a date of return in her heart.

"I don't know, perhaps I will never come back."

She spoke softly, her tone even carrying a hint of ease.

Chu Li's heart tightened, feeling suffocatingly heavy.

"No... you're not coming back?"

Cheng Wan looked at the night sky and said unhurriedly: "There is nothing here worth me lingering over, so I likely won't be coming back."

This sentence was like a knife, stabbing into Chu Li's heart and causing him unbearable pain.

"Wanwan, come back with me, I..." Chu Li blurted out, "Let's be together again."

Cheng Wan slowly and firmly pulled her hand from his palm; she did not ask if he could let go of Qin Yun Shu, but instead gave a simple, definitive answer.

"We have already ended."

"No, we ended a long time ago."

They had long since divorced; it was merely him threatening her and pestering her, refusing to let her go.

Her wrist completely broke free from his palm.

"Chu Li, goodbye."

Chu Li clenched his palm as he watched her sit back into the car, her profile cold and indifferent.

He compromised.

"Will you protect the child well?"

A gentleness flickered in Cheng Wan's eyes, "As long as you do not disturb my life, I will."

"Alright."

Chu Li stepped back two paces, his hands hanging at his sides, silent and dejected.

He watched the car drive onto the highway and disappear into the night.

A tear fell quietly from the corner of his eye.

The autumn night wind was cold, and a chill began to rise.

Chu Li stood there for a long time.

Assistant Wu walked over and cautiously advised, "President Chu, shall we head back?"

"Mm."

Chu Li agreed and turned to get into the car, but he stumbled under his feet and nearly fell.

Assistant Wu hurriedly steadied him, feeling the tension in his body.

In this moment, he felt great sympathy for his President Chu.

Chu Li got into the car, his voice low and hoarse, "Send people to follow her and ensure her safety."

"Yes."

"Forget it, don't go and disturb her."

Chu Li closed his eyes.

With Wen Lvzhong by her side, what could possibly happen?

It would be better to first handle the matter of the marriage alliance between the Chu Family and the Cheng Family.

Wen Lvzhong drove steadily and quickly.

It was already midnight; Cheng Wan held Wen Ping'an and looked at her own reflection in the window, feeling no sleepiness at all.

She lowered her head to look at the messages on her phone.

The recording Cheng Han sent her was incomplete; there were only a few sentences in total—one about choosing between two options, two about who was more important, and then that one sentence about letting her go.

She could not discern the cause or the context.

So, she simply sent a message to ask Cheng Han the reason why Chu Li agreed to let her leave.

Cheng Han never replied to the message.

When the sky turned gray, they arrived at Bali Town.

The house left by Qin Nainai was always kept clean by someone hired for the task, so they were able to move in immediately upon arrival.

Cheng Wan and Wen Lvzhong tidied up a little and went to rest separately.

When Cheng Wan woke up, she only felt that her body was still exhausted.

Fortunately, Wen Lvzhong was very capable; he had already tidied up everything inside and out, and had even taken Ping'an to the vegetable market to buy groceries.

She stepped out of the room and smelled the aroma of food.

"Mom, come quickly."

Wen Ping'an's face was covered in flour, and he was holding a misshapen object in his hand.

"The dumplings I wrapped."

Wen Lvzhong teased him, "It could also be a steamed bun."

Wen Ping'an wrinkled his nose, insisting that Cheng Wan be the judge.

Cheng Wan sat beside him and pulled out a tissue to wipe the flour off his face.

"It's a dumpling, Ping'an wrapped it the best."

Wen Ping'an was overjoyed and went back to wreaking havoc on the other dumpling wrappers.

It was a happy and harmonious scene.

It warmed one's heart.

Wen Lvzhong did not stop his hands as he asked Cheng Wan, "How did he agree to let you go?"

Cheng Wan was silent for a moment and said faintly, "I'm not very clear about that yet."

She had received the news yesterday and immediately packed her things to leave; she had asked Cheng Han on the road, and Cheng Han still hadn't replied to her message.

But in any case, it had to do with Cheng Han.

"Since you've left, let go of the past," Wen Lvzhong advised.

Cheng Wan understood this principle.

"I'll go boil the dumplings."

The steaming hot dumplings came out of the pot, warming both heart and stomach.

After the meal, Wen Lvzhong cleaned up the kitchen.

Cheng Wan took Wen Ping'an out for a walk to help digest the food.

Cheng Han's call came through; he must have just woken up, as his voice was still hoarse.

"You certainly ran away fast."

Cheng Wan thanked him again for his help and simultaneously asked the question that had been on her mind.

Cheng Han clicked his tongue a few times, sounding very loyal.

"I just can't stand seeing anyone bully those of us surnamed Cheng."

This answer was quite unexpected.

Cheng Wan knew she couldn't take it seriously.

But there wasn't a single word of truth in Cheng Han's mouth.

In the end, the matter was left unsettled.