Lu Qinrui (GL) · Chat

Late at night, a dead silence hung over the high-end apartment in Pucheng. Lu Qinrui curled up in the cold corner of the sofa, the bruises on her arm still throbbing with a dull pain through her thin nightgown. The hysterical torment had just ended, and her Alpha wife, who was so gentle and refined in front of others, had already slammed the door and left. She left behind a room filled with a pungent, oppressive Alpha pheromone that made Lu Qinrui's throat tighten. She pulled her clothes tightly around her, trying to cover up those shameful marks. The neon lights from outside shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a paper-pale glow on her face. Having been married for less than half a year, the elite life she had dreamed of had already turned into a living hell. The person she once thought was her ideal partner was nothing but a devil wrapped in a gentle disguise. By day, she was the loving partner others envied, entering high-end venues with endless wealth and decency; by night, she revealed her grotesque nature—conceited, violent, and utterly controlling. Armed with the natural dominance of an Alpha, she wantonly trampled on Lu Qinrui's dignity and tormented her body. Lu Qinrui slowly closed her eyes, hot tears sliding down the corners of her eyes and splashing onto the back of her hand. Now, she would always think of that mute Alpha back in the small town who couldn't speak, without any warning. She remembered how the mute girl would always quietly note down her tastes and cook warm meals for her in different ways; she remembered how, when she accidentally scraped her knee, that girl who was so bad with words would get so anxious that her eyes would redden, holding her leg and gently blowing on it; she remembered how, in the winter, she would use her rough but warm hands to tightly wrap around her freezing cold hands, saying nothing but with eyes full of distress; she remembered the scarf she knitted, which wasn't very delicate but was exceptionally warm; she remembered how, when she sent her off to college, she stuffed a bulging pouch into her hand, her eyes filled with reluctance. Back then, Lu Qinrui was only thinking of escaping. She disliked her dullness, her disability, and how she was trapped in that small town, believing the girl didn't deserve the life she wanted. But now, wrapped in fine clothes and rich food, she couldn't even grasp half of the warmth she once had. It turned out that sincerity was so precious. What she had once discarded like trash had now become her only hope to survive the late nights. She regretted it—her heart was shattered with remorse. She regretted being blinded by vanity, and she regretted pushing away the only person in the world who had treated her with genuine sincerity. But it was all too late. She was already married, having cut off all her retreats with her own hands. She brought this upon herself. Lu Qinrui sniffled, wiping away her tears. Just as she was about to push herself up, the sharp ring of the doorbell suddenly echoed from the entryway, one ring after another. It wasn't overly loud, but it carried a stubborn persistence. Who could it be at this hour? Her heart tightened. Instinctively thinking her wife had returned, her muscles tensed up. Frozen in place with a deep, bone-chilling fear, she didn't dare move. The doorbell continued to ring, showing no sign of stopping. Lu Qinrui bit her lip, dragged her heavy feet, and shuffled toward the entryway step by step to look through the peephole. With just one look, she felt as if struck by lightning. Her whole body went rigid, and her blood froze in an instant. Standing outside the door was the person she thought of day and night, yet dared not meet again in this lifetime. It was the mute Alpha she had blocked, abandoned, and easily dismissed with 400,000 yuan. She had lost a lot of weight, making her already slender frame look even thinner. Her hair was a bit messy, and she wore simple, faded clothes that looked completely out of place in this luxury apartment. Her eyes were bloodshot with the exhaustion of her journey, and her cheeks even bore a slight scratch from the dusty road, showing that she had gone through immense hardship to find this place. She just stood outside the door. Those eyes, which used to be so clear and gentle, were now staring intently in the direction of the peephole, swirling with complex emotions—anxiety, urgency, a subtle hint of grievance, and relief upon seeing that she was safe and sound. Lu Qinrui's breath stopped abruptly, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed hard by a giant hand, hurting so much she could barely breathe. Why did she come? How did she find this place? Countless thoughts exploded in her mind—shame, remorse, panic, and utter humiliation overwhelmed her instantly. Leaning against the cold door, her legs felt weak, and she could barely stand. She didn't dare open the door, didn't dare face the person whose heart she had completely broken. The Alpha outside seemed to sense the person inside, but she didn't ring the doorbell again. She just stood there quietly, raising her hand to gently touch the door with her fingertips. The movement was so soft, as if she was afraid of startling the person inside. She knew Lu Qinrui was inside. She had gone through endless trouble, asking countless people, just to travel from that remote small town to this bustling metropolis and find her address. She didn't mean anything else; she just couldn't let go of her worry after all these years. Only then did Lu Qinrui see, through the peephole, the Alpha's other hand tightly clutching a piece of paper that had long been crumpled. It was the receipt of her transfer from back then, along with the decisive breakup message she had sent right before blocking her. And the Alpha's gaze casually swept over the wedding photo of her and her current wife placed on the shoe cabinet next to the entryway. In the photo, she was smiling like a flower, her eyes full of happiness. At that moment, the light in her eyes dimmed, bit by bit. So, she really was married and was living the life she wanted. The Alpha's fingertips trembled slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand. Her tense shoulders slumped instantly, her eyes filled with loneliness and dejection. She didn't knock again, nor did she make any other move. She just stood quietly outside the door, looking at the closed door for a very, very long time. Inside, Lu Qinrui was already in tears, covering her mouth tightly to keep herself from crying out loud. She could imagine how this girl, who was bad with words and might not even know the way, had crossed mountains and seas step by step to find her whereabouts. She thought she had cleared the debt by giving her compensation, but only at this moment did she realize that what she owed was never those 300,000 yuan, but her heart and soul, a debt of love she could never repay in this lifetime. The Alpha outside took one last look at the door, her eyes filled with reluctance, but more than that, a wish to let go. She slowly took a few steps back, facing the door, and gently made a sign. Lu Qinrui understood that sign. She had specially learned it during college and had kept it in her heart all these years. The meaning of that sign was: Wish you well.