World's Most Fascinating Villain

"Sister Heng."

Lu Heng turned her head and saw her little brother standing timidly behind her, looking at her with rabbit-like eyes, her heart softened, her expression softened, and she asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Cen shook his head in a panic: "No, nothing."

"Did Lu Xun bully you again?" Lu Heng frowned. Although Lu Xun was the oldest of the three, he didn't look like a sister at all, but treated her and Lu Cen meanly.

Lu Heng himself has a temper that can't be taken advantage of, and he will take revenge even if he suffers the slightest grievance. He dared not speak up even if he was bullied.Sometimes Lu Heng noticed it, and directly reported it to his grandfather. Besides, he also wanted to trip Lu Xun in private.

After many times, Lu Cen seemed to regard this cousin as a safe haven, relying on her more and more. Lu Heng was not used to overly straightforward feelings, but he didn't care about it, and was even a little happy.

Lu Cen put his hands behind his back, but in Lu Heng's eyes, he just wanted to hide it. She grabbed Lu Cen's arm: "What are you hiding?"

This action made the boy let out a small cry of pain. Lu Heng was startled, and quickly opened his sleeve, and then his eyes were stabbed by the red mark.

"Did she do it?" Lu Heng asked in a calm voice with a bad expression on his face.

Lu Cen nodded slightly, and then explained: "I accidentally snatched things with my elder sister..."

"Are you robbing her? She'll rob you." Lu Heng put it bluntly. Lu Yuan's family is in politics, and they can't make a fuss about food and clothing, but she is also the person who likes extravagance the most, so she often spends money on Lu Cen. Lu Cen seldom disagrees with money ideas, but as long as Lu Xun is rejected, she will hit hard on the place covered by this kind of clothes. Lu Heng often wonders how an old fox like uncle can raise such an old fox. Lu Yan is the daughter of a brain who can do everything but her head.

Lu Cen said nothing, a trace of fear quickly escaped from the depths of his eyes, but it was quickly covered up. Lu Heng carefully looked at his wound, and found that the medicine had been properly applied, so he patted the wound. Pat him on the back: "It's getting late, go to bed."

"Sister Heng, milk..." Seeing that she was about to get up and go upstairs, Lu Cen quickly said.

Lu Heng couldn't help rubbing his forehead. A glass of milk before going to bed every night was a rule set by her grandfather not long ago. She was growing so fast that the old man almost feared that she was lacking calcium.

"Didn't we all agree, I'll retreat, you cover, why didn't it stop for less than a week, and then started again." Lu Yize asked Lu Cen to supervise her. Unexpectedly, Lu Heng had already bribed this eyeliner and poured milk It was all poured into his stomach, but now the situation is exposed?

"Grandpa found out and said I would cover it up for you again, so give me two more glasses every day." Lu Cen had a bitter face, pitifully.

"Okay." Lu Heng had no choice but to nod and agree.

"Then wait a minute, I'll warm it up for you, I just took it out of the refrigerator." Seeing that she agreed, Lu Cen hurried to the kitchen.

"Here." Lu Cen's hands trembled a little.

Lu Heng took the milk, but was not in a hurry to drink it, and asked, "Is your hand okay?"

Lu Cen froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand to cover his wrist: "It probably still hurts."

"Oh." Lu Heng didn't care, and sent the milk to his mouth...

don't drink!don't drink!There was a voice shouting hoarsely in the darkness, but how could Lu Heng hear it at that time.

She drank the milk unpreparedly, the warm liquid flowed down her throat, and then, tearing the blood, it surged up again.

"Ouch—" Lu Heng clutched his throat, looked at the puddle of liquid he had vomited on the floor, and still couldn't believe what happened. Are those red traces blood?

It's just that no one would give her a chance to think about it at that time, the second mouthful of sweet blood spewed up from her throat, and Lu Heng felt the pain belatedly, and she finally realized that something was wrong, that glass of milk...

Lu Cen? !

The young boy who was as weak as a rabbit had water in his eyes, and he stepped back as if he couldn't bear Lu Heng's gaze: "Sister Heng, don't blame me..."

Lu Heng's eyes went dark, and the last thing he saw was Lu Cen's back rushing out of the door, and then he passed out completely.

Really, it hurts too much.

"Aheng."

Lu Heng tried his best to open his eyes, and found himself in a deep darkness, the familiar voice was still reading.

"Aheng."

Lu Heng suddenly felt aggrieved. She never shed tears, but at this moment she really wanted to cry. She said, "Mom, I'm in so much pain."

Lu Zhinan's gentle image broke through the sticky darkness, she walked to Lu Heng's side, and took her daughter's hand: "Ah Heng, be good, mom will stay with you."

Lu Heng suddenly calmed down, and she stared at the pair of clasped hands strangely: "But you can't stay with me all the time."

Lu Zhinan showed a sad expression, which was the expression Lu Heng saw most often before her death. When she was a child, she even wondered, are there really so many things for her mother to frown and even shed tears?But such doubts only lasted until she became sensible.

A mirror suddenly appeared in the darkness, Lu Heng looked at herself in the mirror, everything was fine, but there seemed to be a hole in her throat, the wind whistling through it, chilling her heart.

"Mom." Lu Heng carefully looked at the two people in the mirror, "It hurts the most when stabbed by someone you trust."

"It's the closest relatives that hurt the most." Lu Zhinan hurt himself, and was about to cry again.

"Mom, why are you crying again?" Lu Heng tilted his head, puzzled, "It's really not worthwhile for you to be unhappy and make those who hurt you easier."

"They also feel guilty."

Lu Heng sneered: "How could they feel guilty. Mom, I now understand the truth of the crime of being pregnant."

Lu Zhinan nodded: "So Ah Heng has to hide himself well, there are too many bad people in this world."

"No." Lu Heng's eyes were on fire, "I want to be the most dazzling person, I don't care if they feel guilty or not, what I want to see is their fear."

"Ah Heng..." Lu Zhinan's eyes were full of worry. At this time, the thick black mist surrounding the two of them gradually became whiter, and her voice gradually became old and urgent.

Lu Heng broke away from the darkness, opened his eyes, and saw Lu Yize's haggard face.

"Grandpa..." She opened her mouth, but it was in vain, she couldn't make a sound.

The regret in Lu Yize's eyes was even deeper, he said in a hoarse voice, "Ninny, grandpa didn't protect you well."

Two months later, Lu Heng was sent abroad, Lu Yize donated 130 antiques from various dynasties, and the second and third bedrooms of the Lu family moved out of the old house.

When Lu Heng woke up in the middle of the night, he felt a little thirsty, so he went downstairs and poured a glass of water. She hadn't dreamed about the past for a long time, presumably because she met her old man today.

She still doesn't understand why Lu Cen put medicine in her milk, but judging from the results, it's not hard to understand that this is Lu Cen's method.

Because she can't sing anymore.

The recuperation of the past few years has made her speak like an ordinary person. At most, she sounds calmer than ordinary girls, but if she tries to force her way, she will only embarrass herself in the end.

The only one who would be happy about this is Lu Xuan. Lu Heng used to mean that she was reckless, but she didn't expect her to be more vicious.

It's just that she doesn't know why Lu Cen has something in her hands.

Lu Heng drank the last sip of water out of boredom, and was about to lie back on the bed and continue to sleep, but found that the screen of the mobile phone lit up unwillingly, which was very conspicuous in the dark.

She reached out and swiped open the screen, only to find that it was a text message from Aneta.

Lu Heng froze for a moment, and finally remembered that since the last time she reported her safety, she had never connected to the VPN again, and the communication software in her mobile phone had become a decoration, and now only text messages are the most useful.

Somehow, a little sweetness filled her heart, which relieved the pain in her heart.

Come to my house...

tbc.