Beauty Chairwoman's Bodyguard Expert-Chapter 1777 - 1770: Just Treat It as a Dream
Recalling Lu Tianxing’s storm-like assault and her own hysterical state, a blush appeared on Qiu Yingrong’s pretty face uncontrollably. How could she not have expected herself to become so wild one day? Yet even now, that sensation of floating among the clouds leaves her with a sense of nostalgia she has never experienced before.
But soon after, Qiu Yingrong’s delicate body began to tremble slightly, her eyes gradually turning red, and two streams of clear tears slid down her cheeks...
Seeing the tears on Qiu Yingrong’s face, Lu Tianxing sighed again, took a deep breath, and said, "Miss Qiu, this matter is my fault, you..."
Before Lu Tianxing could finish, he was interrupted by Qiu Yingrong, who said, "Mr. Lu, you don’t need to blame yourself. This matter has nothing to do with you; it’s my own fault. I never thought Zhang Zefeng was such a beast..."
Lu Tianxing looked at Qiu Yingrong’s face full of pain and sighed inwardly. She is also a woman with a hard life; her husband died, leaving her to raise their child alone. Her daughter was poisoned, and if she hadn’t encountered him, her daughter’s life might have been ruined. And today, she nearly got drugged and assaulted, which would be difficult for anyone to accept at once.
Lu Tianxing wanted to comfort Qiu Yingrong but didn’t know how to start. Although Qiu Yingrong hadn’t been violated by Zhang Zefeng, she had slept with him, which at the end of the day didn’t make much of a difference.
"Miss Qiu, no matter how you look at it, this matter is my..."
"Mr. Lu, I told you, this isn’t your fault."
Qiu Yingrong heavily interrupted Lu Tianxing, softly saying, "Being with you is better than being violated by that beast Zhang Zefeng. Besides, you saved my daughter’s life; I don’t have much to repay you with, so I’ll use my body as a way to repay you once."
Hearing Qiu Yingrong’s words, Lu Tianxing opened his mouth but found he couldn’t say anything.
"Mr. Lu, could you leave for a while? I want to be alone," Qiu Yingrong suddenly said, looking at Lu Tianxing.
Lu Tianxing nodded after hearing Qiu Yingrong’s words, said nothing more, and turned to leave the room.
"Bang!"
When Lu Tianxing closed the door, the tears on Qiu Yingrong’s face once again slid down, her whole body curling up at the foot of the bed, hugging her knees, her shoulders trembling with fear and uncertainty about the future.
Since her husband’s death, she never thought about remarrying, even though the entire Qiu family hoped she would find a man to marry. She chose not to, and never had any intimate contact with any man. Otherwise, given her extraordinarily beautiful looks and prominent status, suitors would’ve easily broken down her door.
But she never thought about marrying again, not for any other reason than her daughter. She feared her daughter might suffer grievances if she remarried, so she opted to stay single and raise her daughter on her own.
But now she’s had the relationship she shouldn’t have had with Lu Tianxing, and even when the effects of the drug wore off, she felt like she didn’t want to awaken.
If Lu Tianxing hadn’t been married, perhaps she wouldn’t feel so guilty, but Lu Tianxing is married, which fills Qiu Yingrong with guilt. Yesterday, it was because Bai Zhiqing and Lin Qianru spoke out that Lu Tianxing saved her daughter. But today, she did something she shouldn’t have with the other’s husband.
Thinking of this, Qiu Yingrong closed her eyes helplessly again as tears fell down her cheeks, dripping onto the blanket.
Not knowing how long it passed, Qiu Yingrong slowly opened her eyes again, but now there was no sign of guilt or heartbreak on her face; it was replaced by calmness, a chilling calmness that made it impossible to guess what was in her mind.
Meanwhile, after leaving the lounge, Lu Tianxing let out a heavy breath from his mouth, his face complicated as he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a fierce puff, gazing blankly at the ceiling.
As time ticked by, when the cigarette burned to its end, Lu Tianxing tossed the butt into the trash can. His face changed slightly as he looked at the silent room; he worried that the woman might do something foolish in despair.
Thinking of this, Lu Tianxing’s expression changed again, and without hesitation, he turned, ready to push the door open and go inside. But before he could act, the room’s door was suddenly opened from the inside, and Qiu Yingrong, dressed and tidied, emerged from the room.
Looking at Qiu Yingrong’s eerie calm face, Lu Tianxing took a deep breath and said, "Miss Qiu, about today’s incident..."
Just as Lu Tianxing wanted to speak, Qiu Yingrong interrupted him and said, "Let’s just treat it as a dream."
Hearing Qiu Yingrong’s words in astonishment, Lu Tianxing didn’t know what to say. The two stood at the door, falling into silence again.
Not knowing how long it passed, Qiu Yingrong suddenly said, "Mr. Lu, what about Zhang Zefeng?"
Lu Tianxing was slightly taken aback by her question, not understanding why Qiu Yingrong asked, but he quickly replied, "I knocked him out; he’s in the previous booth. What’s wrong, Miss Qiu, do you need my help?"
"Mr. Lu, there’s no need for you to get involved in this matter."
Qiu Yingrong shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Lu Tianxing again, saying, "Mr. Lu, could you please call my brother to come pick me up?"
Upon hearing Qiu Yingrong’s words, Lu Tianxing glanced at her eerily calm face. He knew very well that Qiu Yingrong wasn’t without anger; she had suppressed all her fury within. And to vent this anger, she needed someone to unleash it on, which was Zhang Zefeng.
It could be imagined that when Qiu Tianrui arrived, the best outcome for Zhang Zefeng might be death; the worst, living a life worse than death.
Knowing this, Lu Tianxing said nothing. He never considered himself a saint; if someone does something wrong, they must face the consequences.
Taking out his phone from his pocket, Lu Tianxing directly dialed Qiu Tianrui’s number, exchanged a few words, and then hung up the phone.
