President Lu, who had always been arrogant and cold, hugged Jiang Muqing tightly and complained aggrievedly: "Qingqing, no one likes me but you." Assistant Yin on the side complained: President, would you like some face? There are so many women in Jincheng who like you and stick to you, don't you see?
At night, poor Lu Yun decisively held down someone who was trying to escape: Where to run?
Jiang Muqing: It's too crowded. I'll sleep next door.
Lu Yun: This place is locked and you can't get out. You should know what I mean.
Jiang Muqing: Can I have some face?
Lu Yun: It's useless to want that thing, what I want is you.
Jiang Muqing glared fiercely at the shameless man in front of her.
Lu Yun raised her chin evilly and said: "It's no use staring at me, I won't be merciful to you."
The next day, Jiang Muqing woke up from bed, already dying.
Jiang Muqing and Lu Yun