Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1087

Winter in Xinggang City always arrives unexpectedly. The previous afternoon, the sky still held scattered glimpses of warm sunshine. By dusk, clouds, like ink, quickly filled the sky. At nine o'clock in the evening, what had been a gentle drizzle suddenly became a downpour. The large raindrops slammed against the windows of the villa, making a crackling sound like someone lashing out with a whip. The sound of wind, mingled with the patter of rain, echoed through the empty valley, making the heart ache. At ten o'clock in the evening, Su Wan had just finished cleaning the kitchen. She placed the last plate in the sterilizer and carefully wiped the marble countertop with a rag, ensuring there were no traces of water. The kitchen light shone a warm yellow, casting a soft glow on her, casting a soft halo on her white maid's uniform. She raised her hand to rub her sore shoulders. She had been busy since five-thirty in the morning, with almost no rest except for a short break at noon. Yet, she didn't feel tired. The thought of her mother's hospital bills being settled, and the happy smile on her face every time she went to the hospital, filled her with strength. She walked to the window, trying to see if the rain had subsided. As she neared the window, she heard a sharp screeching of brakes in the courtyard—the distinctive, deep rumble of a Maybach engine. Su Wan had heard it so often recently that she recognized it instantly. She quickly leaned closer to the window and peered out through the rain-blurred glass. The courtyard's landscape lights were still on, their warm yellow glow piercing the drizzle, illuminating a small area. A black Maybach was parked steadily beside the fountain. The driver, Lao Zhou, wearing a black raincoat and holding a large black umbrella, scurried toward the back door. But when the door opened, the person who got out didn't take the umbrella. Instead, he rushed into the rain, sprinting towards the villa. Su Wan's heart skipped a beat—it was Lu Chengyuan! She widened her eyes, scrutinizing the figure running through the rain. Lu Chengyuan was dressed in a dark gray suit, clearly having just returned from work. The rain instantly soaked his hair and clothes, leaving his black hair plastered to his forehead, with a few wet strands dangling in front of his eyes, obscuring his gaze. The jacket clung to his body, framing his tall figure. His trouser legs were soaked by the rain, now splattered with mud. Why wasn't he holding an umbrella? Su Wan's heart skipped a beat, as if something were tightening around her. Old Zhou clearly had an umbrella in his hand, so why wasn't he taking it? Was he angry? Or was there something urgent? Without time to dwell on it, her eyes quickly swept to the umbrella stand by the kitchen door. There stood a long, black umbrella, the kind Uncle Zhang used for his yard patrols. Su Wan grabbed the umbrella and, without even bothering to put on her coat, she sprinted out of the kitchen. The lights in the living room were still on, and the wind from her footsteps stirred the sofa cushions as she ran through the room. But she didn't care. She had only one thought in mind: Lu Chengyuan couldn't be left out in the rain, or he'd catch a cold. The villa's door was sensor-activated, and as Su Wan ran over, it slowly opened automatically. Icy rain, mixed with a chilly wind, instantly hit her face. Su Wan shivered, her exposed ankles numb from the splashing water. But she didn't stop. Instead, she rushed into the rain, running towards Lu Chengyuan. "Mr. Lu! Why don't you have an umbrella? You'll catch a cold!" Su Wan's voice was largely drowned out by the sound of the rain and wind, forcing her to raise her voice, waving at Lu Chengyuan as she ran. Lu Chengyuan paused at the sound and turned. Through the rain, he saw a small figure running towards him. The girl was wearing a white shirt and a black, knee-length skirt, holding a long-handled black umbrella. Her skirt was lifted slightly by the wind from her haste, and her hair, wet from the rain, was plastered to her cheeks. Su Wan ran to Lu Chengyuan's side and quickly raised the umbrella over his head. The long-handled umbrella was large enough to shelter two people, but Su Wan, wanting to completely shield Lu Chengyuan from the rain, tilted it far toward him, exposing half of her body to the rain. Icy raindrops slid down the edge of the umbrella, soaking her shoulders and hair. Her white shirt, soaked by the rain, clung to her body, revealing the outline of her thin shoulders. "Who told you to come out?" Lu Chengyuan's voice was still as cold as usual, but if you listened closely, you could detect a subtle raspy edge. He raised his head, his gaze settling on Su Wan. Her hair, wet from the rain, plastered to her forehead and cheeks. Water droplets hung on her long eyelashes, resembling butterfly wings drenched in dew in the morning. Her lips were slightly purple from the cold, but she managed a smile, her eyes filled with worry. Lu Chengyuan felt a soft, numb pang in his heart. In his thirty years of life, he'd never seen anyone so disregard their own safety as to brave the pouring rain and run out to bring him an umbrella. Before, whether at work or at home, those around him were always cautious and deferential, fearing they'd offend him by doing something wrong. But their concern wasn't for him as a person, but rather his status, his wealth, and the benefits he could bring them. But Su Wan was different. The look in her eyes, devoid of any flattery or calculation, was pure concern, like a cup of warm water, plain yet capable of inadvertently warming. Lu Chengyuan's eyes softened. He reached out and gently pushed the umbrella handle toward Su Wan, extending it to provide as much shade as possible. "I have my own umbrella." "But you didn't take it just now..." Su Wan hadn't finished her words when Lu Chengyuan pulled a black folding umbrella from his suit pocket. It was an exquisite folding umbrella, with a gold-plated handle and a small "L" engraved on it, clearly custom-made. But the umbrella surface was a little deformed, and one side of the rib was broken, so it couldn't be opened at all. Su Wan couldn't help but smile. Her smile was very light, like the sunshine after the rain, which instantly dispelled the coldness of the rain curtain: "Mr. Lu, your umbrella is broken, so you should use mine." Her voice was very gentle, with a hint of smile, and it sounded particularly pleasant. Lu Chengyuan looked at the smile on her face, and his heart seemed to be filled with something, warm. He had never seen anyone dare to laugh so unscrupulously in front of him. The women who surrounded him in the past were either pretending to be reserved or pretentious. No one had ever laughed so purely and naturally like Su Wan. He silently took the umbrella handle from Su Wan's hand, and his fingers accidentally touched Su Wan's fingertips. Her fingertips were very cold, like ice cubes, obviously frozen by the rain. Lu Chengyuan felt a little distressed in his heart,