Chapter 338 The Scoundrel Young Master 24 (1/2)

Chapter 338 The Scoundrel Young Master 24 He didn't touch the food, but just waved his hand to tell Zi Xi not to stay here any longer, as there was too much smoke.

But as evening fell, Zixi couldn't rest easy, so she brought a bowl of hot noodle soup to the office door again.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard Lu Ran's low growl, suppressing his anger, coming from inside.

"...Investigate my ass! Aren't they just trying to kill me?"

"Fine! I'm barefoot and have nothing to lose! If you push me too far, I'll fight to the death!"

"If they won't let me have an easy time, then nobody else will either! I know a lot of their dirty deeds that can't be brought to light! If they really expose them, let's see who dies first!"

He seemed to be on the phone, his tone carrying a sense of reckless abandon.

"...Endure? I've endured long enough! Do you really think I, Lu Ran, am still the same pushover I used to be? If you've pushed me to this point, don't blame me for being unruly!"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be trying to persuade him, but Lu Ran's emotions were clearly out of control.

Zi Xi's hand holding the bowl suddenly stopped, and the hot soup almost spilled.

Her heart sank to the bottom, and alarm bells rang loudly.

Lu Ran has such a stubborn temper.

If he really takes extreme measures, no matter what the final outcome is, he will destroy everything he has worked so hard to achieve.

She had to do something.

Zi Xi stood outside the factory manager's office, holding a cup of freshly heated milk.

She took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Lu Ran remained in the same posture she had when she left, deeply slumped in the large office chair, as if she had merged into the surrounding darkness.

"Get out! I told you to leave me alone! Let me have some peace and quiet!"

Hearing the door open, he didn't turn his head, but his tone was extremely irritated.

Zi Xi did not listen to him.

She calmly walked to the desk and gently placed the cup of warm milk beside him: "Drink some milk to warm your stomach."

"I told you to leave me alone!"

Lu Ran suddenly swung his hand, roughly sweeping it towards the glass of milk.

With a crash, the cup was overturned, and warm milk splashed out, wetting Zi Xi's sleeves and spreading across the floor.

Lu Ran stopped moving.

He didn't mean to actually knock over the cup; a fleeting hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper sense of frustration.

He expected to hear her exclamation, reproach, or tears.

Zi Xi looked at the overturned cup, then at her wet sleeves, without a trace of anger on her face.

She stood up and walked straight behind Lu Ran's chair.

Then, without Lu Ran's complete surprise, he hugged him from behind.

Lu Ran's body stiffened abruptly.

He could feel the softness and warmth of her body, and smell the faint scent of soap in her hair.

The hug came suddenly, and he instinctively tried to break free.

But Zi Xi did not let go.

"Lu Ran, don't struggle, look at me."

She hugged him even tighter, pressing her cheek against his broad back.

Lu Ran's struggling movements stopped.

He sat there stiffly, as if frozen in place.

Zi Xi loosened her arms a little and walked around to face him.

Ignoring his dark and menacing expression, she reached out and cupped his face, which was filled with anxiety, anger, and deep exhaustion.

She forced Lu Ran to look at her.

"I know what you want to do right now."

"You want to fight them to the death in your own way, burning yourself to the ground just to splatter their blood, is that it?"