189 Wasn’t As Merciful (1/2)

Lu Shen arrived back in the mansion just in time to eat breakfast with Hui Yin. The immaculate suit he wore was replaced with a button-down white shirt and black pants. His hair was slightly wet, indicating he just recently showered.

Hui Yin played with the straw in her glass of orange juice and asked, ”So, did you manage to capture Wen Zedong?”

Lu Shen reached with his chopsticks and placed a strip of bacon on her plate. ”Yes.”

Her eyes brightened. ”Really? Where is he? Is he in prison? Can we go visit him?”

His dark eyes softened as he pointed to her chin. ”You have a bit of sauce on your skin.”

Startled, Hui Yin tried rubbing her mouth with the table napkin. ”Is it gone?”

He slightly laughed and used his thumb to wipe it off. Stunned, Hui Yin watched as he licked his thumb to taste the sauce residue. ”Mmm. Romesco sauce?”

Hui Yin tried not to show that his actions surprised her and pointed to a small saucer filled with a viscous orange liquid.

”I used it to dip the steak and vegetables.” Remembering her previous question, she asked, ”What about Wen Zedong? Can we visit him today?”

Lu Shen picked up his chopsticks. ”We can't. He'd been mobbed by gangsters when we captured him and sustained severe injuries. We have to wait until he recovers before we could get some answers from out of him.”

Hui Yin was disappointed by this. ”So where is he then? In the hospital?”

”Just know that he's getting medical treatment. There's a well-known doctor taking care of him, so it won't be long before he wakes up.”

Hui Yin's chin dipped down. Does it mean that she needs to stay here for a while longer? Using a nonchalant tone, she asked, ”What about my brother? Do you have any news about him?”

Did you know that he was the culprit you were looking for?

”I don't. Are you worried about him?”

Hui Yin didn't deny it. ”Of course. We might be estranged, but he's still my older brother.”

”Even if he might have a hand in your death?”

Hui Yin jerked her head. But Lu Shen's eyes were lowered, and she couldn't see his expression.

”That...wasn't it Wen Zedong who drove the car that killed me? What does my brother have to do with my death?”

”In one of the ten chances that your brother was the one who gave Wen Zedong the opportunity to kill you, would you condemn your brother?”

Lu Shen leaned back on his chair and finally raised his pair of dark eyes to study her. A hurt expression quickly flitted past Hui Yin's face, but she took a deep breath and smiled sadly.