After being kicked out of the rich family, she had morning sickness, and the chaebol heir went crazy

Zhu Feiwan stayed briefly in the old lady's quaint room. The air was filled with a faint scent of herbs. Her eyes stayed on the old woman's peaceful sleeping face for a moment, then she picked up the medicine box that was quietly waiting beside her and slowly walked out of the room.

The doctors who were originally gathered in the corridor, whispering to each other, felt the momentum and made way for him without any prior agreement.

They lowered their heads, with a look of awe and reluctance in their eyes. The previous discussions stopped abruptly, and only silence remained in the air.

"Are you leaving now?"

Qin Yan chased out of the house, her brows furrowed, her eyes full of reluctance and anxiety.

Zhu Feiwan's body slightly turned to the side. Her voice was cold and firm: "Hasn't the prescription been handed over to you? Follow the prescription and take good care of the old lady. She will get better."

"When will you come next time? I'm really worried about those quack doctors. Grandma's condition still depends on you to personally take care of it."

Qin Yan's voice became thinner and thinner, and her cheeks turned red with shame and anxiety.

She remembered that not long ago, she was still questioning Zhu Feiwan's ability.

"Don't worry, I will come for a follow-up visit on time in a week."

"Well, I'll wait for you."

Qin Yan lowered her head and turned away in panic.

Zhu Feiwan walked downstairs slowly. He could faintly hear Qin Yan's voice reprimanding the doctors, with an unquestionable severity in her tone.

She shook her head gently, a faint smile on her lips.

In this realistic society, some people change their attitudes faster than turning the pages of a book.

She walked through the spacious and magnificent hall on the first floor without looking around, and Lu Huaijin's figure came into her sight. He was leaning lazily on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Zhu Feiwan walked straight to the gate without stopping or saying hello.

She opened the car door and was about to step into the car, but unexpectedly a slender hand and foot blocked her way.

"You were the one who dealt with the two gangsters on the cruise ship, right?"

Lu Huaijin's voice sounded, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

However, Zhu Feiwan was unusually calm, with a playful smile on his face: "I can use a scalpel to save people. If Master Lu wants to experience it, I don't mind letting you try it."

"So you didn't kill him? And what about the gun? I remember you had a gun on your waist."

Lu Huaijin pressed on step by step, and every question went straight to the point.

"Pfft."

Zhu Feiwan chuckled: "That's my child's toy gun, Master Lu wouldn't take it seriously, right?"

Her smile is bright and charming.

That smile was fleeting, replaced by a cold and distant expression.

"Master Lu seems to be quite interested in my affairs? But I have clearly warned you that if you call the police once, there will be a second and third time. If Master Lu doesn't want a fire in his backyard, he'd better keep a proper distance from me!"

There was an unmistakable warning in her words.

After saying that, Zhu Feiwan raised his leg and kicked lightly. Lu Huaijin felt pain, frowned, and quickly retracted his blocking foot.

She didn't look back and walked straight into the car. With a bang, the car door slammed shut, cutting off all the disturbances from the outside world.

She buckled her seat belt, the engine roared, and she deliberately stepped on the accelerator and left.

Far from feeling any joy at Lu Huaijin's pestering, she felt that such behavior was superficial and childish.

"Mr. Lu, are you okay?"

Liu Kuan appeared hurriedly and was shocked when he saw this scene.

This woman named Zhu Yunran actually dared to treat Mr. Lu like this. Is she really crazy?

He quickly handed over an exquisite handkerchief with an extremely respectful attitude.

Lu Huaijin took the handkerchief and wiped his face gently. Instead of being angry, an elusive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which made Liu Kuan wonder if he had seen it wrong.

Mr. Lu... smiled?

"How is the investigation going on regarding Zhu Yunran's information?"

Lu Huaijin's tone instantly changed from gentle to gloomy, as if the smile just now was just an illusion.

"Sir, Zhu Yunran's background information is very strange. All the information was deliberately blurred, and we found almost nothing. However, the entry and exit records cannot be tampered with. We found that she left five years ago and only returned recently... As for her current residence, we have already found out..."

"When is the exact date of departure?"

Lu Huaijin frowned and asked.

"July 8th, five years ago."

July 8th?

Wasn’t that the day after Zhu Feiwan encountered the fire?

Such a coincidence?

"Sir, I suspect someone has deliberately hidden Zhu Yunran's identity information, but I haven't found out who it is yet."

"Keep checking!"

"Yes!"

Zhu Feiwan, the woman who disappeared without a trace in the raging flames five years ago, why did Mr. Lu bring her up again now?

He thought to himself that although time had passed, in his heart, the position of Mrs. Lu was always occupied by Zhu Feiwan, and no one could replace it.

That day.

It was late at night, the clock quietly pointed to eleven o'clock, and Mr. Lu suddenly decided to go to the cemetery.

Liu Qin and he followed Mr. Lu silently, holding an umbrella. The three of them looked particularly lonely in the rain.

Mr. Lu stood in front of the tombstone all night long, without words or expression, only rain constantly washing the tombstone.

Liu Kuan realized at that moment that beneath Mr. Lu's seemingly cold and hard appearance, he might be hiding a deep love for Zhu Feiwan.

……

The raindrops were like dense drumbeats, beating mercilessly on the skin, bringing bursts of stinging pain. "Master, shall we go back?"

Liu Kuan suggested, his voice faint in the rain. "Go back to Qin Garden."

Mr. Lu's answer was concise and resolute. As Mrs. Qin woke up, the meaning of his staying here seemed to disappear.

The Qin family has its own arrangements and he doesn't need to worry too much.

He strode towards the car parked in the rain, opened the door with quick movements, and flashed in.

Liu Kuan followed closely behind and quickly got into the driving seat despite the heavy rain. He only hesitated slightly before starting the engine.

Qinyuan, the villa with a layout similar to Zhu Feiwan’s former residence, was mentioned for the first time in five years.

……

The night was deep and the rain was still falling. Qinyuan Garden looked even more desolate in the rain.

When Lu Huaijin stepped into the villa, memories came flooding back like a tide. Every detail of the fire that took Zhu Feiwan's life was vivid in his mind.

He remembered that when he learned about the fire, he rushed to the scene the next day, only to face only ruins and the police's fruitless report.

Zhu Feiwan's DNA was found at the kitchen door, confirming her last whereabouts.

At that moment, Lu Huaijin's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and all his resentment became pale and powerless in the face of death.

Although he once had a grudge against Zhu Feiwan, when he really faced her departure, he felt only sadness in his heart.

"Zhu Feiwan..."

He whispered in his dream, and thunder and lightning intertwined, pulling him back to reality from the dream.

Liu Kuan rushed over with his clothes soaked with sweat. Facing Lu Huaijin's questioning, he trembled as he repeated the fact that he was unwilling to face.

Lu Huaijin's questions sounded like mumbling in his sleep, and the high fever made his consciousness blurred.

"Is the burn gone?"

Liu Kuan turned on the light in a panic and found that Lu Huaijin's face was covered in sweat and his body temperature was burning.

"Master, you are ill."