Chapter 11: Ah Ci, Let’s Get Married!

“Knock, knock, knock.”

“Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu?” Yi Han’s knocking shattered Lu Cichuan’s beautiful dream.

He had fallen asleep next to his sister’s hospital bed. He rubbed his bleary eyes, took a moment to collect himself, and realized it was just a dream. “Come in.”

“Mr. Lu, Miss Zhou wants to see you.”

“Got it. I’ll go to the hotel tonight.”

“Understood.”

Erhai…

“Ah Mo, we’re here. Erhai is really beautiful. No wonder you like it so much…” Sang Yuwan wiped her tears. “It’s all my fault. Why did you end up with a friend like me, who has no money or power…”

Sang Yuwan was born into a family that valued sons over daughters. Her parents only cared about her brother, Sang Nan. The name Yuwan was given by her grandmother, meaning “the beautiful and serene one.”

She would always remember the first time she met Li Mo. At that time, she was working part-time in a clothing store when she was falsely accused of stealing something from a spoiled rich girl. The store manager slapped her and demanded to search her in front of everyone, all while they pressured her, a girl without any background or power.

Li Mo rushed forward to protect her dignity. “If something is missing, check the surveillance! Why are you pointing fingers without proof?”

“She stole my things! Everyone here is accusing her, isn’t that proof enough?” The rich girl’s sharp voice was grating to Sang Yuwan.

“Whether she stole anything is clear to everyone here!” Li Mo’s commanding presence silenced everyone, stunning them with her beauty.

Later, she comforted Sang Yuwan, arranged to check the surveillance, cleared her name, and the real thief was beaten and fired.

“Thank you…” Sang Yuwan bowed to her in gratitude, but Li Mo quickly pulled her up. “Hey, hey! No need for that. What’s your name?”

“Sang Yuwan.”

“Sang Yuwan, what a nice name! I’m Li Mo.”

Li Mo smiled sweetly, and she often came to the store to help Sang Yuwan boost sales. They gradually became close friends.

Sang Yuwan once asked Li Mo why she wanted to befriend her, and Li Mo pinched her cheek, laughing. “Because your name is pretty, and you cry so easily when you’re bullied. Haha!”

“Hey, you like to laugh at my misfortunes!”

“Stop tickling me, haha!”…

Li Mo used her pocket money to support Sang Yuwan’s schooling. “I’ll tell you this—one day, I’ll repay you tenfold!” Sang Yuwan worked hard; she was talented in fashion design and had some authority in that field. Li Mo’s wedding gowns and dresses were all designed by her, stunning everyone each time.

But alas… her Ah Mo would never have the chance to wear the clothes she designed again!

“Yuwan, I regret meeting him…”

“Yuwan, I really want to go to Erhai again; that’s where I first met him…”

“Yuwan, live well for me…”

“Ah Mo… you should be reunited with the children over there, right?” Sang Yuwan looked at a photo of Li Mo, feeling a mix of emotions. “Ah Mo, I miss you…”

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In the hotel, Zhou Yanguan was wearing a sexy nightgown, her red lips and slender, fair legs looked stunning…

Lu Cichuan stumbled in, clearly drunk, and sat on the edge of the bed. “What is it?” His tone was cold yet alluring.

“Ah Ci, let’s get married!” Zhou Yanguan sat on his lap, feeling a bit scared. Lu Cichuan never let anyone call him “Ah Ci.” That name was only used by his family, especially by Lu Sheng and the Li family.

Lu Cichuan pushed her aside. “Don’t call me that, or you’ll regret it.”

“Brother Cichuan…” Zhou Yanguan acted coyly.

“I have a wife, and I don’t need a divorce.”

“But she’s dead!” Zhou Yanguan was about to cry from anger. That bitch was dead, so why was she still holding onto him?

“She isn’t dead!” Lu Cichuan’s roar shocked her. After a moment, he took a deep breath. “Yanguan, I can’t marry you. If you want someone else, just tell me, and I’ll prepare a generous dowry for you. It’s late; you should get some sleep.”

With that, he left without looking back. “Ahhhhh! Li Mo! That bitch, that bitch, that bitch!” Zhou Yanguan began smashing things in the hotel room.

“Lu Cichuan, I refuse to believe that I can’t be Mrs. Lu!” Zhou Yanguan glared at a photo of Lu Cichuan on the table.

In the villa, Lu Cichuan lay in Li Mo’s favorite flower room. She loved flowers, especially roses.

The flower room was filled with vibrant roses, elegant lilies, wild roses, lucky four-leaf clovers, and lovely forget-me-nots…

He looked at these flowers and seemed to see that sunny girl again.

“I think I miss you…”