After My Cheap Husband Faked His Death, I Ended Up Happily Ever After with His Younger Brother - Chapter 4

“Little Huai?”

Luo Mu’s voice pulled him back to reality.

Luo Huai looked up and flashed a sweet, obedient smile. “What is it, Mom?”

“I am asking if you want to stay for dinner tonight.” Luo Mu looked at him, her eyes filled with a touch of cautious anticipation. “Your father had the housekeeper stew some soup.”

Before Luo Huai could respond, Lin Yuhe spoke up. “Mom, I am afraid that will not work tonight. I still have some business to handle on my side.”

The anticipation on Luo Mu’s face faded, and she nodded. “Alright, then another day.”

Luo Huai glanced at Lin Yuhe.

Business to handle? It is more likely that he just cannot keep up the act here anymore.

He did not call him out, but simply smiled at Luo Mu. “Mom, then I will come back to visit you another day.”

They exchanged a few more pleasantries. Luo Mu urged Luo Huai to eat well and get enough rest, while Luo Father advised Lin Yuhe to treat Luo Huai well. Luo Jingxi sat obediently to the side, interjecting occasionally with a soft, sweet voice that made Luo Mu laugh out loud.

Luo Huai listened to all of this, maintaining a perfectly polite smile on his face.

However, his mind was no longer in this living room.

Even though it was only one night of hazy contact, Luo Huai could tell that Pei Jiheng was definitely not the superficial, vulgar playboy he appeared to be in the eyes of the outside world.

He was clearly an Alpha, yet he hid his identity. Just that alone proved he was not simple. How could a true playboy intentionally disguise himself as a Beta? It made no sense.

There was one more thing. Luo Father mentioned that he was quite capable in legal affairs.

“Let us go home.”

Lin Yuhe’s voice interrupted Luo Huai’s thoughts. He looked up and found that Lin Yuhe had already stood up. Lin Yuhe was looking at him with a gentle expression and a considerate tone, perfectly playing the role of a good husband.

Luo Huai rolled his eyes internally.

Outwardly, he nodded obediently and stood up. “Okay.”

He turned to Luo Father and Luo Mu. “Mom, Dad, we are heading out.”

Luo Mu stood up to see them off, and Luo Father followed them, patting Lin Yuhe on the shoulder with a grave, earnest tone. “Live your life well.”

Lin Yuhe nodded, his expression full of sincerity.

Luo Huai caught a glimpse of Luo Jingxi winking at Lin Yuhe, sending flirtatious signals. Lin Yuhe gave a light cough as if to appease him.

Those two, they certainly play a wild game.

Luo Huai pretended not to notice. He followed obediently by Lin Yuhe’s side as they walked out the door.

The car drove back to their marital home, a high-end villa located in the Southern District.

The entire ride was silent.

Lin Yuhe drove, while Luo Huai sat in the passenger seat, tilting his head to watch the streetscape flashing by outside the window, lost in thought.

“Luo Huai.”

Lin Yuhe suddenly spoke up.

Luo Huai did not move; he lazily let out an “Mm.”

“Today’s home visit.” Lin Yuhe paused, seemingly weighing his words, but then spoke stiffly, “I did not go with you, but you did not need to be angry.”

Luo Huai finally turned his head to look at him.

Lin Yuhe’s profile was tense, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his brows slightly furrowed, looking as though he had something to say.

“I am not angry,” Luo Huai smiled. “I am quite happy to visit my own home.”

Lin Yuhe remained silent for a while before saying again, “Regardless, I already made it very clear before. Jingxi and I are true love. If it were not for you interfering, I could have given him happiness. You, you.”

Luo Huai blinked. “What about me?”

Lin Yuhe was speechless, then furrowed his brows, his tone worsening. “You had better watch yourself! In any case, no matter how much you try to act magnanimous to make me feel guilty, I will never have any feelings for you.”

Luo Huai looked at him and found it amusing.

This man was busy flirting with Luo Jingxi and preaching about true love, yet he was also afraid of losing the benefits of this business marriage between the Lin and Luo families.

Hypocritical, greedy, and incompetent.

“Do not worry,” Luo Huai withdrew his gaze and looked back out the window, his voice light. “I know everything.”

Lin Yuhe opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, he just let out a grunt of acknowledgement.

The car stopped at the gate of the villa. Luo Huai unbuckled his seatbelt and pushed the door open to get out.

He went straight to his own room.

Lin Yuhe had given him the master bedroom while he slept in the guest bedroom, agreeing not to disturb each other. Of course, Luo Huai was very satisfied with this arrangement.

He closed the door.

The room was very quiet. The curtains were drawn, and the lighting was dim. The red sheets on the wedding bed had already been changed by the housekeeper; now, they were covered in a simple, gray bedding set.

Luo Huai stretched his neck, found his pajamas, and headed into the bathroom.

When he came out, he sat on the bed wiping his half-dry hair. He took out his phone, opened WeChat, and saved the extra contact as “Uncle.”

Pei Jiheng’s profile picture was of a steep cliff by the sea. The composition was simple and the colors vibrant. Although it was a landscape photo, it was surprisingly not rigid.

Luo Huai clicked into the profile, but the Moments feed was completely empty. He wondered if he had been blocked.

Luo Huai curled his lips and edited a message.

[Uncle, I would like to talk to you about… cedar?]

Sent.

Luo Huai did not wait for a reply. He tossed his phone aside, opened the safe to check the gift money he had organized the night before, counted it once more, and then lay in bed to sleep.

The next day, Luo Huai slept until he woke up naturally.

Feeling dazed, he reached for his phone and squinted at the screen.

“Uncle” had sent a message at seven in the morning. It was an address accompanied by one sentence: [Two o’clock in the afternoon.]

Luo Huai stared at the line for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.

He responded quite quickly.

He glanced at the time; it was ten in the morning.

Luo Huai shoved the phone under his pillow, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

No reply.

Let him feel anxious for a while.

At two-thirty in the afternoon, Luo Huai finally sauntered out of the villa.

Lin Yuhe was not home, and the car keys were not on the hook. He was either at the company or having a secret rendezvous with Luo Jingxi.

Luo Huai did not care.

He hailed a taxi, gave the address, and leaned comfortably against the seat, watching the street scene move backward outside the window.

The driver turned through several alleys and drove into an old neighborhood in the historic district, finally stopping in a small alley filled with ginkgo trees.

Luo Huai got out, followed the GPS for a few minutes, found the place, and pushed the door open.

The bistro was small with a vintage decor and dim lighting. In the corner, there was a small stage where a man in a white shirt was playing the saxophone, the melody lazy and low.

The air held a faint woody scent. Behind the bar, the entire wall was filled with a liquor cabinet, polished until it shone. There was only one bartender there, wiping glasses.

There were not many people at this hour, just two or three tables of scattered customers. When their conversations paused, one could hear the clinking of ice cubes in glasses, a sound that made one feel relaxed.

Luo Huai’s gaze swept across the entire shop.

In the corner, someone was sitting alone.

He wore a black high-neck thin sweater with a camel-colored coat over it. He had silver-rimmed glasses and was spinning a whiskey glass in his hand, his head turned to listen to the music.

It was Pei Jiheng.

He was slightly frowning, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, tap, tap. The rhythm was completely out of sync with the melody of the saxophone.

Obviously, he was waiting for someone.

And he was getting impatient.

Luo Huai felt a sense of secret pleasure, but he remained calm on the surface.

He did not walk straight over. Instead, he pretended not to see him, walked toward the open seating area in the very center, and sat down in a relaxed manner.