Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 106

Half a month later.

Wang Xinghe was discharged from the hospital. Sitting in the back of the Rolls-Royce, Lu Jingze held his hand gently. As they pulled into the incredibly luxurious manor, Xinghe turned to him in shock.

“Jingze… is this our home?”

Lu Jingze nodded with a smile. “Mhm. The property is registered in your name, Brother.”

Wang Xinghe took a sharp breath. “What on earth has happened these past few years? This is absurd…”

Lu Jingze chuckled as he helped him out of the car. Wang Mingyue was waiting for them, holding little Anning and leading Xiaoyang by the hand.

When Lu向陽 (Xiaoyang) saw Wang Xinghe, he let out a loud wail and ran forward on his short legs. “Papa! You’re finally home!”

“Waaa… Xiaoyang thought Papa didn’t want me anymore!”

Wang Xinghe’s jaw dropped. “I even have a child?”

Despite his shock, his reflexes kicked in, and he scooped the boy up. Little Xiaoyang, his face flushed from crying, had a pair of phoenix eyes just like Lu Jingze’s. He looked at Xinghe piteously.

“Papa, where did you go?”

Wang Xinghe patted his back gently. “Papa was sick and had to stay in the hospital for a while. I’m all better now, so I came home.”

The boy’s sadness turned into fear. “Papa was sick? Did it hurt? Let Xiaoyang blow on it for you.”

Xinghe’s heart melted completely. He rubbed the boy’s soft head. “It doesn’t hurt. Papa is okay now.” He looked at the little princess in his sister’s arms. “Sister… is this my niece?”

“Yes. You were the one who named her: Wang Anning.”

“Wang…” Xinghe murmured. Taking the mother’s surname?

That night, lying in bed, Wang Xinghe was undeniably nervous. Although he loved Lu Jingze’s face, the idea of two grown men… his heart couldn’t help but race. He truly didn’t remember anything about that side of life.

After showering, Lu Jingze sat on the other side of the bed in his pajamas. Wang Xinghe swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The scent of the body wash was a woody base mixed with the fresh, crisp scent of pomelo leaves—a scent Xinghe found very pleasant.

Lu Jingze slipped under the covers and habitually pulled Xinghe into his arms, leaning into the crook of his neck with a contented sigh. “Brother…”

Before Xinghe’s mind could process it, his arms instinctively wrapped around Lu Jingze. He found himself unconsciously patting the man’s back as if soothing a child. The next second, the name slipped out: “A-Ze…”

Both of them froze. Xinghe blinked; the name felt as if it were buried deep in his mind, and he had said it purely out of habit. Lu Jingze, overcome with emotion, sat up and leaned over him.

“Brother, do you want to try kissing? Maybe you’ll remember something.”

In Xinghe’s eyes, Lu Jingze’s gaze was burning. It made his entire face flush. He took a deep breath, bit his lip, and nodded slightly.

Lu Jingze’s blood was already on fire. He didn’t hesitate for a second, leaning down to capture his lips. Amidst the fruit-scented breath and the deep kiss, Wang Xinghe felt a powerful physical response. He was embarrassed, but he responded to the kiss clumsily.

Lu Jingze was immersed in Xinghe’s gentleness, but he still asked politely, “Brother, can I continue?”

Wang Xinghe, dazed and blurry-eyed from the kissing, stammered, “What…?”

“You might have forgotten, but we are more than just a ‘kissing’ relationship…” Lu Jingze whispered, nibbling on his earlobe.

Wang Xinghe trembled, the pleasure of his body becoming difficult to withstand. “I don’t remember… but let’s do it according to how we… how we used to.” By the time he finished the sentence, he was burning red. He could hardly believe he was saying such things to another man. It was… too embarrassing.

Having received his answer, Lu Jingze proceeded with infinite tenderness and patience, swaying together with his beloved.

Afterward, as Xinghe lay comfortably in bed looking up at Lu Jingze, he was now absolutely certain they had been deeply in love. Lu Jingze was too gentle, and he knew every single sensitive spot on Xinghe’s body—it was as if he knew this body better than Xinghe knew it himself.

Lu Jingze piously carried him to clean up and even changed the sheets. Xinghe was moved; without his memories, he felt like a third-party observer witnessing an incredibly sincere and blazing love.

“A-Ze,” Xinghe whispered, leaning into his chest. “You must love me very much.”

Lu Jingze rested his chin on top of Xinghe’s head. “Mhm. Very, very much.”

“But you loved me just as much, Brother. Enough to forgive the ‘bastard’ I used to be.” Lu Jingze spoke as if telling a story from a lifetime ago.

“A-Ze, what if I never remember those times?” Xinghe felt a pang of guilt. Forgetting someone who loved him so much felt unfair.

“It doesn’t matter, Brother. Don’t blame yourself. We have decades of future ahead of us—decades of ‘afterwards’.”

Lu Jingze no longer asked for anything else, only for Xinghe’s happiness and health. He even thought that if Xinghe never loved him back the same way, it would be okay. His own love would be enough for both of them.

Wang Xinghe hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Okay.”

With Wang Xinghe’s awakening, the violent and murderous “Crown Prince” sheathed his blade. Every company that had offered a Longevity Tablet for Xinghe received rewards from the Lu Group.

Qian Siyue, in particular, never imagined that a desperate, random idea to buy a tablet would elevate his company to a whole new level. Even the main Qian family began contacting him privately, wanting to include his branch in the main clan register.

Qian Siyue was stunned by his own luck. When he finally came to his senses, he realized it was all due to Lu Jingze’s “love for the house and its crows.” His one act of kindness toward Wang Xinghe had earned him Lu Jingze’s eternal goodwill.

“My god,” Qian Siyue cried tears of joy. “That flash of inspiration must have been my ancestors protecting me! Wang Xinghe is my god! From now on, he is our company’s lucky mascot!”

In an act of extreme exaggeration, Qian Siyue spent a fortune to buy one of Wang Xinghe’s paintings and enshrined it in the company’s shrine, burning incense to it daily. If he wasn’t afraid of being beaten up or going too far, he probably would have enshrined a photo of Xinghe himself.

Summer faded into winter.

Watching the swirling snow outside, a scene suddenly flashed through Wang Xinghe’s mind.

A noodle shop. A beggar. A kiss in the snow.

Then, a flood of memories surged back: Lu Jingze standing tall after a shower, that face and body that had made his eyes light up… all the memories slowly returned.

While Xinghe was lost in the daze of recollection, a warmth enveloped him. A heavy coat was draped over his shoulders.

“Brother, it’s cold outside. Wear your coat.”

Wang Xinghe turned around and threw himself into Lu Jingze’s arms. He spoke with a voice that was both firm and tender:

“A-Ze… I remember. I remember everything.”