FLWS 11

 

Chapter 11: Would You Still Care If I Got Hurt?

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“Lu Li!”

Her heart, which she had tried so hard to keep calm, finally panicked.
She grabbed his hand, all traces of indifference vanishing from her brows and eyes—replaced by visible anxiety.

She nervously checked the wound on his hand. But when her gaze fell upon the bracelet hidden beneath his sleeve, her eyes slowly reddened.

Lu Li looked down at her. “What, if I get hurt, you still care?”
The ice in his deep, dark eyes began to thaw.

It was as if Mu Wanwan hadn’t heard his words at all. Her lips parted slightly, and she murmured, almost inaudibly,
“…The bracelet.”

Though her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum, Lu Li heard her loud and clear.

His bracelet was still there—but hers had long been thrown away.

He didn’t want to ask her why. Because he was afraid her answer would make him hate her completely.

“Give me an explanation. Is it really that hard?”
Seeing her reddened eyes, his tone softened.

As long as the person was Mu Wanwan, he could never bring himself to be truly harsh.

Mu Wanwan lifted her head to look at him. Her clear, shining eyes reflected his face perfectly.
Four years had passed—he was no longer that youthful boy, but a steadier, more mature man now.

And yet, she still couldn’t look away from him.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the office door.

“Miss Zhiqing, you can’t go in there! The president said no one is allowed inside!”

The next second, the heavy door was flung open.

Bang!

“Miss Zhiqing, please, you can’t—”

Yu Yang’s expression turned awkward as he looked at Lu Li.
He was innocent—really, he was.

“Mu Wanwan!”

A crisp female voice rang out, full of shock and disbelief.

The moment Mu Wanwan saw who had come, she let go of Lu Li’s hand, grabbed her bag, and rushed out of the room in a panic.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yu Yang saw the dark cloud settle over Lu Li’s face—and inwardly groaned.

Oh no…

Only when Mu Wanwan’s figure disappeared through the door did Lu Zhiqing finally come to her senses.
She hurried over to Lu Li. “Brother, why was Mu Wanwan here?”

When she mentioned Mu Wanwan, annoyance flashed across her delicate features.

Lu Li’s gaze lifted slightly, his voice cool.
“Who gave you permission to barge into my office?”

Still dazed by the shock of seeing Mu Wanwan there, Lu Zhiqing was startled by the chill in her brother’s eyes.
A shiver ran down her spine.

“Brother, I—”

“Get out.”

Lu Zhiqing stomped her foot, about to argue, but Lu Li’s sharp gaze swept over her like a blade.
She shut her mouth at once.

“Miss Zhiqing, maybe you should leave first,” Yu Yang whispered carefully.

Anyone with half an eye could tell—the president was in a very bad mood right now.
Whoever crossed his path would be unlucky.

“Hmph.”
Lu Zhiqing shot her brother one last look, then turned and left, unwillingly.

Once she was gone, Yu Yang quietly closed the door.

Lu Li tugged at his collar and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
His gaze followed the figure hurrying into a car below—his eyes deep and unreadable.

“Damn that Mu Wanwan,” Lu Zhiqing muttered angrily as she stormed away.
“It’s all her fault!”

Whenever she ran into Mu Wanwan, nothing good ever happened.

Pulling out her phone, she was about to call her mother when she suddenly spotted someone walking toward her.
Her expression immediately brightened.

“Brother Huo!”

Huo Zheng’s heart sank.
Crap. Why is she here?

He quickly tried to pretend he hadn’t seen her, but Lu Zhiqing had already dashed over excitedly.

She affectionately hooked her arm around his.
“Brother Huo, have you been really busy lately? You didn’t come to our house for dinner last time!”

Huo Zheng forced a laugh and subtly pulled his arm free.
“Yeah, things at the company have been hectic. Lots of overtime. Actually, I was just about to bring these documents for your brother to sign. Gotta run.”