Wen Yao, You've Gone Too Far

That grand place wasn't her home at all; it was the cage that had imprisoned her for five years.

"Lu Yancheng, I've already signed the divorce agreement. I've left with nothing! Our five years end here!"

The air felt heavy, and the surrounding pressure was so intense that it was suffocating.

Lu Yancheng's eyelid twitched rapidly.

He suppressed the raging anger, his gaze shifting to the design drafts on the table. He asked in anger, "Is this your reason for causing a scene with me?"

Wen Yao was momentarily puzzled, not understanding what he was saying.

What was he talking about?

Then, he took out a black card and placed it in her hand.

"Unlimited credit, use it as you wish." His gaze darkened, and he continued, "Is this enough?"

Wen Yao felt a bit stifled. In his eyes, she had always been extremely materialistic.

Considering her speechlessness, Lu Yancheng felt he was right.

"What else do you want? Just tell me, and I'll fulfill all your requests."

Wen Yao felt a sourness in her heart as she threw the black card on the ground in front of him. The card's presence seemed to highlight the materialistic image he had of her.

"Lu Yancheng, I want you to go to the civil affairs bureau with me tomorrow for a divorce!"

Boom—

Accompanied by lightning, thunder cracked through the quiet night.

His last bit of patience had completely worn out.

"Wen Yao, you've gone too far!"

He had been kept awake all night by this little troublemaker. After the venture capital meeting at the early morning, he went directly to Nan City to sign a project. Then, he flew back to Jiang City overnight because of her.

The cycle of twenty-four hours had hardly given him time to rest, and yet she was still throwing a tantrum.

Did he have to forcefully take her back to the Lu family?

Fine, he would give her what she wanted.

Almost simultaneously, he grasped her slender waist and hooked her leg, lifting her up in his arms.

Wen Yao's delicate body trembled, and she almost let out a cry of surprise. But she quickly choked it back.

If he was going to forcibly take her back to the Lu family, why not take this opportunity to take her sketchbook and drafts back?

She could consider him as just a tool, saving transportation costs and ensuring a smooth return to the Lu family. This way, the sneers and mockery from Jiang Ya and Lu Hanyue would be muffled.

"Lu Yancheng, I'll go back with you!"

He satisfactorily curled his lips. "That's more like it." This was his Yao Tiao.

Without any hindrance, they reached the underground garage.

Lu Yancheng put her in the car.

As the car door closed, the interior became silent. The divider screen was raised, blocking the interior from the outside.

Wen Yao shifted her body, huddling in the corner and keeping her distance from him.

Noticing this, Lu Yancheng's dissatisfaction grew, and he stretched out his long arm, pulling her into his embrace without asking.

She felt a shadow looming over her and looked up to see him.

"What do you want?"

His throat moved slightly, teasing her, "You."

Wen Yao's spine stiffened instantly!

He spread his arms, completely enclosing her in his embrace. At that moment, even the smallest glimmer of light was blocked out.

Boom—

Shattered images flooded her mind, strange and unsettling. She couldn't see anything clearly.

But it just happened to be that night at the Jin’gong Hotel, the night she had been tricked, a nightmare that wouldn't fade!

Outside, thunder roared, and raindrops the size of beans battered the car window, making a clattering sound.

Each sound struck her heart heavily, shattering her psychological defenses.

"Don't—don't touch me! Please! Don't!"

Wen Yao's emotions surged instantly, her reaction intense. Helpless tears flowed down her face, and her hair clung to her cheeks, giving her a bedraggled and haggard appearance.

Lu Yancheng halted his actions. He had only wanted to startle her a little, to make her behave. He hadn't expected her reaction to be so intense.

His brow furrowed, and he reached out to pull her into his embrace again.

She forcefully pushed his hand away and curled into a corner of the seat.

The Wen Yao who had once willingly nestled into his arms now showed extreme resistance.

Lu Yancheng's expression was cold, but a flicker of tenderness passed through his deep, attentive eyes as he gazed at her.

"Yao Yao, don't be scared."

This time, it wasn't "Wen Yao," but "Yao Yao."

The familiar voice, rich and low, entered her ears during a pause in the thunder.

Wen Yao gradually calmed down, her thoughts clearing. She lifted her head from his arm, her watery eyes reddened like those of a little white rabbit.

Through the layers of mist, she saw him for a moment, a strong impulse urging her to plunge into his embrace.

But this thought was quickly stifled in its cradle.

Silence.

Lu Yancheng didn’t touch her. His gaze seemed to shift away, but his peripheral vision remained fixed on her.

The Wen Yao who used to smile affectionately and lovingly whenever she saw him now seemed like a completely different person. This sudden change made Lu Yancheng's furrowed brows twist even tighter.

The Maybach entered the Lu Mansion, and the spacious courtyard was well-lit.

After the vehicle came to a stop and the central lock was released, without much thought, Wen Yao immediately opened the car door. Though she was about to get out of the car, this man acted faster!

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace without any room for argument. With one long stride, he carried her effortlessly out of the car.

"Lu Yancheng, let me down!" Wen Yao struggled, trying to restrain her emotions.

Fei, his secretary, was a person who understood the situation. He quickly opened an umbrella and lowered his head, avoiding any eye contact.

Lu Yancheng raised an eyebrow slightly and softly ordered, "Move to the right."

To the right?

Fei nodded in understanding and shifted the umbrella in the direction of Wen Yao, protecting her from the raindrops that were falling on the back of her neck.

At three in the morning, when Housekeeper Lu saw Lu Yancheng carrying Wen Yao back, he was utterly shocked, wondering if his eyesight was failing him!

He quickly waved his hand behind him, signaling his daughter to quickly go upstairs and call for assistance.

Afterwards, he walked forward and respectfully addressed Lu Yancheng, "Young Master."

Lu Yancheng halted, glanced at him, and asked coldly, "What? Did I come back alone?"

Housekeeper Lu swallowed nervously, then quickly corrected himself, "Young Master, Young Madam."

She had been very silent the entire time, almost abnormally so. She had originally wanted to visit the Lu family to retrieve her manuscripts and tools.

Footsteps approached, and Jiang Ya appeared wearing a silk robe. She had a tired expression, but the moment she saw Wen Yao, she instantly became wide awake.

"What are you doing, A'Yan? Why did you bring her back again?"

"You should rest early." Lu Yancheng's words were few, and under Jiang Ya's gaze, he carried Wen Yao into the master bedroom.

The next second, he placed her on the large bed.