After seeing Rong Yi off, Qiqi lay on the bed feeling a bit down. Lu Wei soon returned, holding a few boxes of medicine in his hands. Seeing that Rong Yi had left, he let out a sigh of relief and placed the medicine on the bedside table. Qiqi turned her back to face the wall, ignoring him. Lu Wei felt a little awkward, cleared his throat, and called out softly, "Qiqi..."
Qiqi was angry—yes, she was truly angry. How could her senior brother do this? Tricking her into putting on a ring that couldn't be taken off afterward? It was too much. She decided to ignore him and let him reflect on his actions.
Lu Wei walked over and touched her forehead, confirming she didn’t have a fever before sighing in relief. He called out again gently, "Qiqi..." This time, his tone carried a hint of soft pleading. Qiqi still pretended to be asleep. So Lu Wei sat down beside her. He didn’t speak, just sat quietly, his warm gaze resting on her like a feather, soft and light. After lying there for a while, Qiqi found it boring and had to sit up. "Senior brother, you tricked me!"
Lu Wei smiled. "Not angry anymore?"
Qiqi pouted. "Senior brother, how could you trick me? Why did this ring absorb Rong Yi’s demonic magic? Where did you even get it? And you said it’s your family heirloom that can’t be taken off—how am I supposed to return it to you later?"
In their aristocratic families, didn’t they value such heirlooms immensely? Like Zhou Zhibi’s jade pendant—she was so heartbroken when it broke. And this was a family treasure meant to be inherited by Senior Brother Lu. Now it was on her, an outsider. What was that supposed to mean?
Lu Wei replied, "Actually, this ring isn’t specifically targeting Rong Yi; it works against all demonic spells. Although it’s been passed down in my family, our ancestors left a message—it was obtained by chance, and if necessary, it could be given to a destined person. Unfortunately, our Lu family never found that person, so the ring has been passed down for generations without anyone being able to wear it. Now that you’ve put it on, it means you have a deep connection with it. So the ring is yours to keep; you don’t need to return it."
So the ring had such a legendary history? But why was it connected to her? Qiqi stroked the ring, feeling its mystery. As she was thinking, her phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. She answered—it was her neighbor, Jin Xiangyu.
Chairman Jin first expressed her concern for Qiqi and Rong Yi, then explained that she hadn’t been able to meet Lu Wei or Zhou Yi as Qiqi had asked. In truth, she was just the owner of a small company, so meeting the president of the MD Group was certainly difficult. And since Lu Wei hadn’t returned to the hospital for work, it was no wonder she couldn’t find him. Qiqi quickly reassured her, saying she had been released and thanked her repeatedly. Jin Xiangyu was happy to hear that, but her tone still carried a hint of worry. "Uncle Ai was arrested by the police, Qiqi. Did you know?"
Qiqi was startled—Emily’s house had been demolished, and she had been beaten. The demolition office should have achieved its goal, so why had they arrested Uncle Ai? And she had only returned home this morning, slept, and then been brought to Lu Wei’s house, so she had no idea about these events.
Jin Xiangyu continued, "Emily’s younger brother was seriously injured and still hasn’t been discharged from the hospital. Emily was furious and sued the city management in court a couple of days ago. But yesterday, a bunch of reporters came to our neighborhood, saying they were covering Uncle Ai’s poisoned flour incident. They claimed it had a huge impact nationwide and severely damaged Y City’s image. Then today, the police arrested Uncle Ai, saying his production and sale of counterfeit goods had broken the law... Everyone’s trying to figure something out now. Qiqi, don’t you know a lot of capable friends? Can you find someone to help?"