Chapter 148: Lying

"Do you want me to stay with you?"

Lu Feng looked at Yao Chuchu, who was huddled on the sofa with a bedsheet wrapped around her, knees pulled to her chest. He felt she might need someone's company.

There is a vast difference between men and women regarding their emotional needs after intercourse. Women often crave intimacy, cuddling, and affection, while men are typically inclined to fall fast asleep.

Yao Chuchu held her knees, feeling deeply insecure. She longed for someone to hold her, yet she shook her head and said, "You should go..."

Lu Feng detected a trace of sorrow in her voice. He reached out, his hand hovering near her cheek, but stopped in mid-air.

"Are you feeling so sad today because of me?" Lu Feng sensed that Yao Chuchu’s emotions had been turbulent. Since what happened earlier was consensual, he felt she shouldn't be this devastated.

Although she had told him to leave, she secretly hoped he would stay. When he asked the question, she nodded and replied, "I ran into that person today."

"What person?"

"The person who caused my mother’s death." Her tone was filled with hatred.

"Wasn't your mother's death a suicide?" Lu Feng had learned about her situation from Fat Guo. Five years ago, her mother had been accused of stealing antiques, and faced with solid evidence, she had taken her own life to avoid trial.

"My mother committed suicide to prove her innocence! She didn't steal anything!" Yao Chuchu stared into Lu Feng's eyes, speaking with agitation. Her intense demeanor made it clear how deeply she loved her mother.

Lu Feng nodded immediately and said, "I believe your mother didn't steal anything. Please, don't get so upset."

Yao Chuchu lowered her head and asked, "How did you know my mother committed suicide?"

"I'm friends with Guo Yanzhi, that fat police officer. He told me," Lu Feng replied.

"Officer Guo is a good policeman, unlike those officers five years ago who wouldn't rest until they drove my mother to her death." Thinking of this, she grew distressed again and buried her head in her knees.

Lu Feng patted her back gently to comfort her and asked, "Who was the person you mentioned earlier?"

"It was Yuan Jianhui! I would recognize him even if he were reduced to ashes. I was in primary school when he caused my mother’s death. I remember it clearly—it was him!" she said, gritting her teeth.

Earlier, at the lobby of the Beauty Nightclub, when she was serving drinks to Yuan Jianhui's table, she had recognized him. But beyond the hatred in her heart, there was nothing she could do.

At the time, Yuan Jianhui had found her familiar because he had seen her five years ago. Even though time had passed, he still had an impression of her features. However, he hadn't fully recalled who she was; he only felt she looked familiar. Seeing that she was pretty, he had immediately developed lecherous intentions and wanted to force her onto a