Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 103

At a private hospital.

Lu Jingze had mobilized every resource at his disposal to pull Wang Xinghe back from the clutches of the Grim Reaper. However, because Xinghe had sustained a severe brain injury, he remained in a coma, unable to wake.

Squatting by the bedside, the light had vanished from Lu Jingze’s eyes. As he stared at the man lying there, he looked like someone drowning in mire, gasping for breath but unable to reach the shore.

When Wang Mingyue arrived, she found Lu Jingze kneeling by the bed in a daze. Any words of blame she might have had dissolved into a heavy silence. She set a thermal food container down and gently patted Lu Jingze’s back.

“Eat something. Don’t let yourself collapse before Xinghe even wakes up.”

Lu Jingze’s eyes moved slightly. In those bloodshot depths, tears flickered. “I’m sorry, Mingyue. I didn’t protect him well.”

Mingyue’s expression dimmed as she sighed. “Lu Jingze, this isn’t your fault.”

After all, the person that madwoman intended to kill was Lu Jingze. Who could have imagined that a biological mother would strike at her own son with such lethal intent? From the moment that red sports car accelerated until the impact, there hadn’t been a single second of hesitation—there was no intent for the target to survive.

Lu Jingze had been standing by the roadside. Without the protection of airbags or a steel frame, a direct hit would have meant instant death, leaving zero possibility for rescue. This was the only reason Wang Xinghe had floored the accelerator to intercept the red car.

“Eat. If you don’t, Xinghe will be sad when he wakes. You know what he’s like,” Mingyue said, pouring a bowl of soup and handing it to him.

Lu Jingze downed it in one go. He looked at the unconscious Wang Xinghe and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were filled with nothing but murderous intent.

“Sister Mingyue, please stay here with Xinghe. There are some debts I need to settle personally.”

Lu Jingze, now visibly thinner and with patches of white appearing in his hair, radiated a terrifying aura. He Zheng was now acting with extreme caution, weighing every word before answering Lu Jingze’s questions.

“Send her in. Sue her for attempted intentional homicide.” Even if she had given birth to him, every shred of sentiment had long since been severed.

“Yes, President Lu,” He Zheng replied without a moment’s hesitation.

The Lu Madam’s car had been modified to racing standards, so she hadn’t sustained serious injuries despite the violent crash. With Lu Jingze’s formal complaint, she was sentenced to eighteen years for attempted intentional homicide. Furthermore, Lu Jingze ensured that every single accomplice within the Ji family was sent to prison as well. None of them had clean hands.

Knock, knock.

A few days later, a knock came from outside the hospital room. Lu Jingze turned to see a haggard Lu Lixing standing there.

Lu Jingze’s gaze remained cold. “What are you doing here?”

Lu Lixing tried to enter, but the bodyguards blocked his path. Lu Jingze stood up and walked toward the door. “You aren’t welcome here.”

Lu Lixing let out a dejected sigh. “Ten minutes. Let’s talk on the rooftop.”

Lu Jingze glanced back at Wang Xinghe, who looked as if he were merely sleeping, and followed his father out, not wanting to disturb the peace.

On the rooftop, Lu Lixing spoke with a hint of pleading in his voice. “Your mother… she has never suffered a day in her life…”

“Mr. Lu, please watch your words. She is not my mother.” Lu Jingze felt zero affection for that woman—only cold, crystalline hatred. He hated her for hurting Wang Xinghe.

Lu Lixing choked on his words. “She was raised in the lap of luxury. Eighteen years in prison will be too much for her… Can’t you let her off? Shorten the sentence…”

Lu Jingze looked at him coldly. “She doesn’t deserve forgiveness. This was her fifth attempt on my life.”

“In the past, I didn’t care because it was me she was hurting. I could ‘carve my bones for my father and my flesh for my mother.’ But Wang Xinghe cannot be part of that equation. If anything happens to him, she dies.” A flash of madness crossed Lu Jingze’s eyes.

Lu Lixing’s eyes widened as he pointed a finger at Lu Jingze. “Are you mad? That’s the woman who gave birth to you! Are you insane?! She gave you life!”

Lu Jingze let out a cold laugh, which turned into a bitter one, and finally a loud, manic laugh mixed with blood and tears.

“I would rather be a dog or a pig than be your child. If I could choose my life, I would never choose people like you as parents. You’re disgusting.”

Lu Lixing stared in shock at the distorted, frenzied man before him. It was like looking at a demon crawling out of hell. Lu Jingze wiped his tears, turned around, and gave him one last icy look.

“Mr. Lu, I won’t let you off either. Instead of pleading for others, you should go back and check if your own company has broken any laws.”

Lu Jingze walked away. Lu Lixing reached out, wanting to touch that departing silhouette, wanting to call out to him, but he found he had lost his voice. Finally, his hand dropped. For the first time in his life, a thought surfaced: Was I truly wrong? From the moment I forced things with her… was it all a mistake?

In prison.

Ji Ya (the Lu Madam) received an unexpected visitor. It was Qiao Musheng, Ji Yuheng’s biological father and her teenage lover.

Looking at those eyes across the glass partition, Ji Ya began to tremble. After Qiao Musheng had married into the Ji family and had a child with her sister, he had stayed abroad for years. The last time she saw him was at a family dinner six years ago.

Qiao Musheng looked much like he did in her memories, unchanged. But she now looked like a madwoman. She lowered her head in shame, not daring to meet his gaze.

“Ji Ya, I thought that by leaving, you would eventually forget me. I didn’t realize your obsession ran so deep,” Qiao Musheng sighed. Everything between them had been a cruel trick of fate.

Ji Ya looked up abruptly, remembered her son’s situation, and lowered her head again, sobbing in pain. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t protect Yuheng… But before I came in, I told Lu Lixing to find that ‘bastard’ and make him find a way to let Yuheng out.”

Qiao Musheng sighed again. “Ji Ya, as parents, you failed Lu Jingze, and I failed Ji Yuheng. We immersed ourselves in the past, refusing to move on, and indirectly hurt too many people. Now that everything is beyond repair, I have finally woken up. Ji Ya, we were both wrong.”

Ji Ya froze, then began to wave her hands frantically. “No! No! You weren’t wrong, and I wasn’t wrong! It was all Lu Lixing’s fault! It was him! We were engaged! we were supposed to be together forever! A-Sheng… you loved me so much, and I loved you. We could have been happy…” She collapsed, covering her face as tears leaked through her fingers.

In countless midnight dreams, she had envisioned a life with Qiao Musheng from school uniforms to a wedding dress.

Qiao Musheng was equally pained, his hands clenched into fists under the table. “Ji Ya, do your time well. I divorced your sister ten years ago. Next week, I will be ordained as a monk. I will spend the rest of my life repenting for you, for myself, and for Ji Yuheng.” He offered a bitter smile.

Ji Ya pulled her hands away, frantically slapping the glass. “A-Sheng! No! Don’t, A-Sheng!”

Qiao Musheng stood up, his gaze finally reaching a state of release. “In this half of our lives, we both went astray. A-Ya, you were indeed wrong.”

His gaunt silhouette disappeared down the prison corridor. Just as he said, after donating his entire fortune, he took his vows at Guangji Temple.