He loved this woman and couldn't bear to let her suffer a little injustice.
"Zhengyu..."
The disappointed Mrs. Yu wanted to persuade, but was interrupted by Lu Zhengyu.
"Send Madam back to her room to rest!"
Mrs. Yu slumped her shoulders and looked extremely disappointed.
In fact, she was the culprit of this situation.
She really wanted to break the predicament in front of her, but Lu Zhengyu sent someone to keep an eye on her 24 hours a day.
Even if she went to the bathroom, there would be someone waiting outside the door. She would not be able to escape, nor would she be able to inform Lu Zhanbei.
Lu Zhengyu stood in the living room with a gloomy expression.
Having reached this point, he could no longer look back.
…
Five days have passed since the old man disappeared.
Lin Wanwan became more and more anxious. In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight and his cheeks were sunken.
During this period, Si Han Baoer and Shen Zhiyi came to see her.
In front of everyone, she acted very naturally. Only she knew that she was so anxious that she wanted to hit the wall.
Lu Zhanbei watched Lin Wanwan lose weight day by day, forcing himself to smile, which made him feel uncomfortable, but he was helpless for the first time.
Lu Zhengyu's indifference let him know that the old man was determined to fight him to the end.
If Lin Wanwan's grandfather really died in Lu Zhengyu's hands, there would be an irreparable rift between them.
In the blink of an eye, another day passed.
"Madam, where are you going?" Uncle Ying's voice sounded outside the study.
Lu Zhanbei immediately stood up and opened the door, and saw that Lin Wanwan's face was gray, his eyes were no longer as clear as before, and he even walked like a walking corpse.
Lin Wanwan looked at him blankly. There were thick green shadows and new stubble on his eyelids, which showed how tired he was these past few days.
"I..." She opened her mouth, her throat sore and dry.
Lu Zhanbei stepped forward silently, took her back to the bedroom, and poured a glass of honey water at a moderate temperature.
"Moisten your throat."
Lin Wanwan took a sip and remained silent.
The breath of silence filled every corner. After a while, Lu Zhanbei stood up and didn't look at her again.
"You have a good rest, I will continue."
Lin Wanwan looked up and saw a hint of panic in his back.
"Lu Zhanbei."
She spoke softly, feeling Lu Zhanbei's figure stiffen, his fists clenched tightly, and the corners of his lips parted in an ugly arc.
"I know you've tried your best. If... you can't escape the result of failure in the end, I don't blame you, really."
Lu Zhanbei's pressure will only be greater than hers.
Lu Zhanbei didn't look back. The man who was always fearless didn't dare to look directly into her eyes.
It would be better for Lin Wanwan to blame him and scold him than for her to suffer the pain alone.
"Feel sorry."
After finishing speaking, Lu Zhanbei strode out.
He will never give up until the last second.
Until his figure disappeared, Lin Wanwan squatted down, tears rolling out of his dry eyes.
Just thinking about her grandfather being tortured by Lu Zhengyu at this moment made her feel very uncomfortable.
what to do…
Lu Zhanbei, who was leaning against the wall, heard bursts of suppressed crying. His heart seemed to be clenched tightly by a big hand, making him suffocate and hurt.
He wanted to rush in, but he knew that he was not qualified to comfort her. He would rather she cry to vent than see her forcing a smile to comfort him.
He finally managed to achieve today's situation, but now, it was broken by Lu Zhengyu himself.
The old man's happiness is important, but his happiness is dispensable
Why.