Chapter 189: Director Lu’s Jealousy Flares Up
Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Director Lu’s Jealousy Flares Up
Xia Weibao’s movements while dressing froze.
When she turned her head, she saw Lu Hualiang appear at the door, looking completely disheveled.
His clothes were soaked through and were still dripping with water, with several areas torn and tattered.
There were several small cuts on his hands.
His hair, usually impeccable, was now a total mess, with strands hanging down and obscuring the panic and urgency in his eyes.
Upon seeing Xia Weibao and Fang Lilin on the bed, his pupils suddenly constricted!
For a moment, Xia Weibao felt as if she could see a fierce killing intent radiating from him!
She was startled for a second, “Director Lu? What are you doing here?”
Lu Hualiang’s chest heaved, and he stared at Xia Weibao with a gaze so intense it sent shivers down one’s spine.
His fists slowly clenched as he used all the strength he could muster to suppress the urge to strangle the woman in front of him.
Was there anything more heart-wrenching than watching your own woman in a disheveled state on the same bed with another man?
A lone man and woman, a violent storm, a tinderbox waiting to ignite.
The mere thought of what they might have done the previous night filled Lu Hualiang with murderous rage!
All his patience seemed exhausted as he forced himself to turn and leave.
If he stayed any longer, he truly feared he might do something regrettable.
Somehow, seeing the pain in his eyes as he turned away pierced Xia Weibao’s heart fiercely.
Her heart, too, felt empty in that moment.
He was angry.
She could feel it, he was angry, very, very angry.
Yet she didn’t understand why he was angry.
Staring aimlessly at the door for a long while, she finally withdrew her gaze.
But upon seeing Fang Lilin’s bare upper body, she trembled violently.
Then looking at herself, one hand halfway through the sleeve of her tracksuit but not fully dressed.
The messy bed, the disarrayed clothes, her mid-dress—
This scene…
Xia Weibao lowered her head and pressed her lips into a straight line, her grip on the clothes growing tighter.
Seeing her mood suddenly plummet, Fang Lilin felt an indescribable disappointment.
Was there anything left unclear?
It turned out, the “belle” already had someone.
And that person was Lu Hualiang.
He paled somewhat, bitterness indescribable in his heart.
“Do you need me to explain?”
“No need,” Xia Weibao said silently as she finished dressing.
Without a word, she got up, packed her small backpack, and left without looking back.
Outside, the rain had stopped.
She lifted her head weakly; sunlight was sprinkling down on her face, making her look somewhat pale.
She opened her mouth slightly but couldn’t make a sound.
Her eyes were sore, and her heart… was heavy.
Your Majesty, I suddenly feel so uncomfortable.
She walked a few steps forward and came across several dead snakes.
Moving further, she saw a wolf with its head blown open.
Xia Weibao staggered, her nose tingling and her eyes reddening.
Her heart was so heavy that it oppressed her entire being.
The blood on these corpses hadn’t dried yet—clearly, they had been killed not long ago.
Was it Lu Hualiang who had killed them?
The forest was so terrifying; as someone from ancient times with so much experience, she had nearly fallen for the dangers several times, and Fang Lilin had been directly ensnared.
What about him, was he injured? Had he been bitten by some venomous creature?
Knowing how dangerous it was inside, why did he still rush in during the night? Was it to… look for her?
Such dark skies, such heavy rain, such loud thunder, such slippery roads, a forest teeming with poisonous creatures—he must have known the dangers, so why did he still come?