The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Chapter 141 Delusional Disorder is an Illness, It Needs Treatment

The voice message was very brief.

Lu Qingyan parked the car by the roadside.

His fingertips scrolled up and paused on a transaction Su Ran had transferred to him nearly a month ago.

During that period, Su Ran had also sent him many messages, but this WeChat account hadn’t been used for a long time, so he hadn’t seen anything Su Ran sent.

He exited and directly deactivated the account.

He drove toward Jing University.

...

At eleven in the morning, in a hotel in Beijing.

Su Ran woke up from a nightmare, lying in bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling, and realizing this wasn’t her home. She looked nervously around, saw it was a hotel room, sat up abruptly, and felt a sharp pain in her waist.

Memories of the previous night slowly returned, her face pale, she looked at her reflection on the LCD screen in front of her, naked, the bruises and kiss marks on her fair skin particularly noticeable.

She had slept with a man yesterday.

The plum blossoms embroidered on the white sheets painfully pricked her heart.

She remembered it was Lu Qingyan, yes, Lu Qingyan...

Where was her mobile phone?

Su Ran, enduring the pain, searched for her mobile phone and found it was out of power. She hurriedly dressed and went to find a charger.

This was her newly replaced phone, the previous one had broken.

So, when it powered on, her phone exploded with messages causing it nearly to crash.

The person who called and messaged her the most was Cheng An, followed by her agent Amy, who had called twenty times at eight in the morning, leaving her a message: "Fend for yourself!" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

It then struck Su Ran, she was supposed to attend the auditions for Director Wen’s lead female role drama today, but it was already eleven, and she had missed the registration time. Even if she went now, she probably wouldn’t be able to get in.

At this moment, these messages weren’t as urgently needed as figuring out who the man from last night was.

With trembling hands, she found Lu Qingyan’s WeChat, where there was a message from her, unreplied.

She remembered she had made a voice call.

Lu Qingyan had answered, so why was there no record?

She sent Lu Qingyan a message which immediately bounced back with the grey words "The recipient cannot receive messages."

Her phone fell powerless onto the bed, tears dropping heavily onto it.

He had deactivated this WeChat, but why... wasn’t he the man last night?

Why didn’t Lu Qingyan want her anymore?

She needed to get some answers.

But her rationality continually tugged at her nerves, telling her that last night’s man wasn’t Lu Qingyan.

She convinced herself that the call history had been accidentally deleted, as she had only called him yesterday.

After washing up, Su Ran put on a mask and hat and left the hotel.

The sunlight outside shone on her, but she still shivered from the cold, tears unceasingly flowing.

She now desperately hoped that the man was indeed Lu Qingyan, otherwise, she couldn’t go on.