Dear Mr. Lu

Chapter 41

They were stunned for a moment, and then stepped forward to make arrangements: "The ward is this way, this way."

Lu Chong put Luo Wencheng on the bed, obviously not meaning to leave. He took the towel prepared by the nurse and gently wiped the sweat from Luo Wencheng's face.

"Sir..."

"Good boy, go to sleep."

Luo Wencheng smiled and fell asleep, while the others felt that the temperature in the room was dropping like crazy from this moment on.

They felt goose bumps all over their bodies and looked at the man beside the bed with fear and trepidation, sensing the dark aura coming from him.

Liu Weizhi also secretly took a deep breath; even the Maitreya Buddha felt a chill in his heart at the moment. He gave Lao Ding a wink.

As a butler, Uncle Ding had been in contact with Lu Chong for more time than the others, and as he was older, he was less afraid of Lu Chong than the others, so he carefully said, "Sir, let me take care of Xiao Luo. Why don't you go and change your clothes too?"

Lu Chong didn't move; after a while he slowly said, "Shisan went to Luo Wenhao, right?"

"Yes." Liu Weizhi answered respectfully, "Do you want to call him back?"

"Yes, tell him to come back." Lu Chong's voice was very calm, as calm as the sea before the storm in the dark night, "And bring Luo Wenhao too."

Liu Weizhi suddenly raised his head, and after realising that he had heard correctly, he quietly retreated.

Lu Chong stood up and handed the towel to Uncle Ding: "Take good care of him and be careful not to hurt him."

"Yes."

Lu Chong walked out of the hospital ward, took off his isolating clothes, wiped his sweat-soaked front lapels carelessly and said to the doctor who was obediently guarding the outside of the ward: "Thank you for your hard work. Let's have a talk."

It was late at night, or rather it was almost dawn.

The man in the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the ceiling, he exhaled deeply and slowly.

This was the second time he had used a bitter ploy (self-harm to achieve one's goals or get close to an enemy).

The first time, pretending to be dying, he won Lu Chong's sympathy and trust, and entered his house.

The second time he deliberately injured himself in exchange for Lu Chong to come forward to support him and push forward his revenge plan.

Now it seemed that both times were very successful.

But he felt no joy.

What he experienced was more of a vague sense of guilt than the pleasure of having succeeded in his calculations against Luo Wenhao.

Especially when the stomach pains kicked in; that wasn't in his plan, but at the time he still had to play his role.

Luo Wencheng closed his eyes and sighed.

Just wait a little longer, wait for him to succeed, wait for everything to be over.

......

Luo Wenhao had never been so scared.

Just a few hours ago, when he felt his life was about to take off again, Zhou Yishan, this psychopath, barged in with a bunch of people, like a thug from the last century, smashing his house to pieces and then beating him up.