Chapter 3: Today, Her Courage Truly Knew No Bounds

In their memories, He Luo had always been timid, cowardly, afraid of trouble, and weak; even when bullied, she never uttered a word in protest.

It was truly hard to imagine that the fierce woman who had just thrown An Qianqian down from the second floor was actually her.

Especially the way she stood before the floor-to-ceiling window just now: that cold, lofty gaze, as though she were surveying a heap of corpses, was genuinely terrifying.

It sent chills down one's spine.

Unconsciously, Song Linfeng even shuddered.

At that moment, An Qianqian happened to be rescued and brought ashore.

She trembled all over, sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes wide with terror, clearly scared out of her wits.

Only when she caught sight of Gong Lü did she seem to regain a hint of consciousness. Her voice shook as she cried, "Luoluo's gone mad… Brother Gong Lü… she’s gone mad… she actually threw me down from upstairs. If not for the swimming pool, if it had been solid ground, I’d have been mashed into pulp… pulp…”

The very mention of “pulp” made An Qianqian’s eyes widen even more as the gruesome image flashed before her mind.

She was only eighteen, and though she’d gotten into plenty of fights and was no stranger to arrogance, being thrown from the second floor was a first. In this moment, An Qianqian was in no state to calm herself.

But Gong Lü didn’t spare her a single glance. No longer leaning against the car, he straightened up and strode towards the house without so much as turning his head.

Utterly merciless.

It was Song Linfeng who finally dispatched two men to send An Qianqian home.

Once An Qianqian was gone, Song Linfeng hurried inside as well, just in time to see Gong Lü slowly ascending the stairs. He quickly followed.

“President, you’re going to see Miss Luoluo, aren’t you? Please, don’t scold her, don’t blame her. In the past, even the slightest harsh word would make her shrink away in fear for days on end. She’s truly pitiful,” Song Linfeng rambled as he trailed after him upstairs.

Butler Wang, following behind, added, “Yes, sir, Miss Luoluo is all alone in the world. Before her father died, he entrusted her to your care. Even if she’s not very courageous, every time I see her, too timid to utter a single word, barely daring to eat, hiding in her room and wiping her tears, my heart aches for her.”

At last, Gong Lü halted.

He turned to face Song Linfeng and Butler Wang, who stood two steps below him.

Lowering his head slightly, a faint, ambiguous smile played at his lips. One hand in his pocket, the other casually flicking the fringe from his forehead, he finally lifted his phoenix eyes to regard them both.

He let out a low chuckle. “Someone who dares to throw another person down from the second floor—does that seem timid to you?”

Song Linfeng and Butler Wang were momentarily speechless.

Today, He Luo had indeed been anything but timid…

Gong Lü smiled again, then turned and continued upstairs. Reaching the door to He Luo’s room, he folded his arms and leaned against the wall beside the door, his posture loose and languid.

Butler Wang stepped forward and knocked. “Miss Luoluo, sir has come to see you.”

He tried the handle and found it locked. Butler Wang added, “Could you please open the door?”

No response.

After waiting five seconds, Butler Wang knocked again, raising his voice, “Miss Luoluo?”

Still no answer.

Butler Wang grew anxious, fearing something had happened inside. He was about to fetch the spare key, but before he could move, Gong Lü shot Song Linfeng a glance. Song Linfeng immediately lifted his foot and kicked at the door.

Bang!

The door flew open and slammed into the wall behind with a resounding crash.

With the door open, Gong Lü shifted slightly to peer inside the room.

There, sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ye Luo calmly held a mirror in her hands.