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I took a deep breath and turned away from the banquet hall, not wanting to look at Du Ming again. My heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe. I wandered aimlessly through the Du Family Mansion and, without realizing it, found myself outside Du Ming's Study. Compelled by some unseen force, I pushed open the heavy mahogany door.
Inside the study, Du Ming stood by the window with his back to me, his broad shoulders appearing somewhat lonely in the dim light. Just as I was about to leave, I caught sight of an unsigned letter on the desk. A strange symbol was prominently stamped on the black envelope, resembling a black butterfly poised to take flight.
I was startled; I had seen this symbol in a medical book before, said to signify a deadly poison! Could it be…?
"What are you looking at?" Du Ming's deep voice came from behind me, tinged with a hint of barely perceptible tension.
I turned around and met his profound gaze, which was filled with complex emotions—surprise, panic, and perhaps a trace of… anticipation? He stepped closer and reached for the letter, but I instinctively pulled away.
"Who sent this letter?" I tried to keep my tone calm, but my fingers trembled slightly as they gripped the envelope.
Du Ming hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing whether or not to tell me. Just then, the study door swung open abruptly, and a sweet voice rang out from the doorway: "Brother Ming, why are you here all alone? I've been looking for you!"
She wore the champagne-colored dress I had specially chosen for her, her face displaying just the right amount of concern while her eyes sparkled with delight. I scoffed inwardly; Du Ming did not miss her arrival. He withdrew his hand and returned to his usual cold demeanor as if nothing had happened.
"What brings you here?" he asked in a flat tone that revealed no emotion.
The girl seemed oblivious to his indifference as she walked up to him and affectionately linked her arm through his. "I was worried you'd be bored alone, so I came to chat with you!"
Standing aside, I felt an overwhelming sense of irony. This letter, that strange symbol, and Du Ming's unusual behavior all felt like thorns piercing my heart. Suppressing my bitterness, I turned to leave this suffocating place.
"Wait." Du Ming's voice called out from behind me. I paused but did not turn around.
"Lingxi, don't go yet." He hesitated before adding with a hint of fatigue in his voice, "I'll handle this matter; just give me some time."
I took a deep breath without responding and walked straight out of the study. I had no idea how Du Ming planned to handle things or what he meant by "time," but I had a premonition that there was an invisible fog separating us, pushing us further apart.
In the following days, a strange atmosphere enveloped the Du Family. Mr. Du looked at me with scrutinizing and suspicious eyes; the servants began whispering and pointing at me. I sensed that a storm was about to break.
As expected, Mr. Du summoned me to his study. He sat in the redwood armchair holding a string of prayer beads, yet his keen and calculating gaze could not be concealed. "Lingxi, you've been married to Ming'er for some time now; it's clear he feels differently about you."
I scoffed internally—differently? Yes, differently; he was full of secrets and defenses while I felt like a fool being led around by him.
"Lingxi, you should know that the Du Family is not an ordinary family; Ming'er..." Mr. Du trailed off as if considering something carefully.
I interrupted him. "Dad, I know what you're trying to say. Rest assured that since I've married Du Ming, I'll face all difficulties with him."
Mr. Du looked at me deeply and spoke meaningfully, "It's good that you understand. Some things are better left unknown; some secrets can lead to irreparable consequences once touched."
I remained silent but felt even more resolute inside—I had to find out what Du Ming was hiding!
Back in my room, my mind was restless. Mr. Du's words weighed heavily on me like a boulder making it hard to breathe. I began paying close attention to every move Du Ming made in hopes of finding clues. However, it seemed he sensed something amiss; his attitude towards me grew increasingly cold, and our distance widened further.
Until that day, Green Tea deliberately spilled a glass of red wine on my skirt. I hurried to the bathroom to clean it up, but accidentally overheard her conversation with someone else. "As long as we make Du Ming believe that Guo Lingxi married him for money, she will have no value to us anymore, and then..." I didn't catch the rest, but my heart sank.
I found my best friend Bai Wei, who is skilled in computer technology; perhaps she could help me uncover Du Ming's hidden secrets. With Bai Wei's assistance, we finally located the surveillance footage from Du Ming's study. That night, Du Ming indeed received a letter, and the sender's address turned out to be a code for a mysterious organization!
I was overjoyed; I had finally found evidence to prove Du Ming's innocence! I rushed to the study with the USB drive, eager to tell Du Ming everything, but I ran into Mr. Du at the door. Upon seeing the USB drive in my hand, his face turned pale with anger. He snatched it from me and smashed it on the ground.
"Why are you doing this?!" I looked at him in disbelief, my voice trembling.
"For the Du Family! For Ming'er!" Mr. Du shouted angrily. "You have no idea how terrifying that organization is. Once they set their sights on the Du Family, it's all over!"
At that moment, Du Ming walked in. He saw the shattered pieces of the USB drive on the floor and looked at me with a complex expression, his tone icy and cutting. "So, all your efforts to get close to me were just for this?"
I opened my mouth but didn't know how to explain.
"Get out! I don't want to see you again!" Du Ming coldly ordered me to leave.
My heart felt like it was being torn apart, and tears blurred my vision. I was pushed out of the Du Family's gate, and as I turned around for a moment, I saw the pain and struggle in Du Ming's eyes. At that moment, I knew he still cared for me; it was just that this misunderstanding and this chasm—how could we ever bridge it…
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