【Sweetheart Lover】

The light footsteps outside the door were like a heavy hammer, knocking on Ruan Jianan and Lin Yanan's tense heartstrings.

Ruan Jianan patted Lin Yanan lightly, signaling her not to make a sound, and he tiptoed to the door and peeked out through the peephole. However, it was pitch black outside, and nothing could be seen. The darkness was like thick ink, swallowing everything in it, making people feel inexplicably terrified.

Lin Yanan's heart was in her throat. She clutched the quilt tightly. Her palms were full of sweat. The sweat was wet and cold, as if it was the outward manifestation of her inner fear.

Ruan Jianan took a deep breath, slowly grasped the door handle, and suddenly opened the door. A gust of cold wind blew in his face, the wind was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver. But there was no one in sight, only an empty corridor, and the silence was so eerie that it made people shudder.

"Did we hear it wrong?" Lin Yanan said in a trembling voice. Her voice seemed particularly fragile in the silent atmosphere, as if it would break at any time.

Ruan Jianan shook his head, "No, no, we couldn't have heard it wrong." His eyes were full of vigilance, his brows were furrowed, and he looked around with a sharp gaze. Every corner, every shadow, could hide unknown dangers.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing, as if the air had become heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

The next day, sunlight poured into the room through the window. The golden light should have brought warmth and hope, but it could not dispel the haze in the hearts of the two. Ruan Jianan decided to go to the company first to see if he could find a solution to the current predicament.

Lin Yanan stayed at home, but she was always restless. She always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at her secretly, and that gaze was like a thorn in her back, making her feel uncomfortable. Every slight sound, even the sound of the wind blowing the curtains, could make her jump with fear. She paced back and forth in the room, her thoughts in a mess.

Ruan Jianan was in the company, facing the piles of documents and the overwhelmed subordinates, and his mood became increasingly heavy. The previous problematic projects had not been resolved, and new troubles came one after another.

"Mr. Ruan, our partners are urging us again. If we don't come up with a solution, I'm afraid this cooperation will fall through." The assistant said anxiously, with obvious anxiety and helplessness in his voice.

Ruan Jianan rubbed his temples and said, "I understand. Give me some more time." His voice was hoarse and tired, and the pressure in his heart made him almost unable to breathe.

Lin Yanan, who was at home, suddenly received a mysterious phone call.

"Lin Yanan, don't think that Ruan Jianan can protect you. You can't escape from our clutches." A cold voice came from the other end of the phone. The voice seemed to come from the abyss of Hell, without a trace of emotion.

Lin Yanan pretended to be calm and said, "Who are you? If you have the guts, come out openly!" Although her voice was firm, the hand holding the phone was shaking slightly.

The other party sneered and hung up the phone. The short busy tone echoed in Lin Yanan's ears, making her fall into deep despair.

Lin Yanan felt desperate, she didn't know who to turn to for help. The world seemed to become so strange and scary in an instant, and all her reliance became so fragile.

At this time, Ruan Jianan returned home and was heartbroken to see Lin Yanan's distraught look.

"Yanan, don't worry, I will definitely find a way." Ruan Jianan hugged her tightly, trying to give her a little warmth and comfort with his arms. However, his own heart was also full of confusion and anxiety.

At night, Lin Yanan suddenly developed a high fever and became confused. Her face was red, her forehead was burning, and her breathing became rapid.

Ruan Jianan was anxious and wanted to take her to the hospital, but found that the car had been tampered with and could not start. He pounded the steering wheel angrily, feeling helpless and angry.

Just when they felt helpless, the doorbell rang again. The crisp ringing sound seemed particularly abrupt and strange in the silent night...