Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 108

Lu Lixing went to visit Ji Ya (the Lu Madam).

Since her meeting with Qiao Musheng, Ji Ya had completely broken down. Looking at her now—eyes swollen and appearing a decade older—Lu Lixing felt a sharp pang of heartache.

“A-Ya…” Lu Lixing spoke, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

Ji Ya lifted her eyes to look at him, her expression ice-cold. “Lu Lixing, do you feel like you got what you wanted?” Her eyes were devoid of emotion. Looking at him now was like looking at any other stranger.

Lu Lixing lowered his eyes and sighed. He had once been a favored son of heaven, the “Crown Prince” of Kyoto himself. He had fallen in love with Ji Ya in her white dress at first sight. After being rejected multiple times, he had resorted to “forced possession.” They had been entangled for over twenty years; any happiness they shared had been a one-sided fantasy of his own making.

Ji Ya had never once turned around to love him.

With Lu Jingze grown and showing him no mercy, Lu Lixing was truly exhausted. “I didn’t get it,” he said with a tragic smile.

Ji Ya’s expression was one of total despair. “You ruined my entire life, and I tormented your son for over twenty years. We’re even now. Hahahaha!”

Lu Lixing watched as she laughed like a madwoman.

“I never loved you for a single minute, Lu Lixing. And I never loved Lu Jingze for a single minute either. Not one minute!”

“Hahahaha! You disgusting people aren’t worth it!”

It was an answer he had known for a long time, yet it still made him cast his eyes down. Ten thousand apologies were meaningless now. Lu Lixing left in silence.

The moment he stepped out of the prison and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, he felt a sudden, profound realization. But there is no medicine for regret in this world; one must pay for the foolish things they’ve done in their lifetime.

He went to the Lu family estate and knelt in the Old Master’s reception hall. Old Master Lu looked at him with a complex expression. Finally, he sighed. “Get up. If your mother were still alive, you would have made her sick with anger.”

At the mention of his mother, Lu Lixing’s eyes turned red. The father and son had a long, heart-to-heart talk, during which Lu Lixing finally broke down.

“A mistake is a mistake,” the Old Master said. “How you choose to walk the rest of your path is up to you.”

Lu Lixing nodded. He knelt once more, kowtowed three times to his father, and left the Lu ancestral home.

Back in Kyoto, Wang Xinghe devoted his time to painting and taking care of the children. Whenever there was a gala or social event that required a partner, Xinghe would attend. He wouldn’t let Lu Jingze be alone.

Anyone who met Wang Xinghe knew him to be a person of immense gentleness and kindness. Even without the status of being Lu Jingze’s husband, Xinghe drew people’s attention naturally. With his excellent personality, he became very popular in their social circles, and he was a constant topic of conversation.

In the autumn of that year, Wang Xinghe held his own solo art exhibition under the name Deities. His long-dormant Weibo account posted its first update—an announcement for a charity exhibition.

[Deities]: After years of twists and turns, we finally meet again. On October 21st, a charity art exhibition will be held on the first floor of the North Arts Center. All proceeds will be donated to the Psychological Charity Center. I wish everyone a happy and smooth life.

The post immediately went viral, hitting the hot search list as fans flooded the comments.

[User DaDaDaDa]: Wow! Can we meet Xinghe in person?! I’ve been following him since the old livestreams!

[Emei Monkey]: I want to cry for some reason. I heard Deities suffered from depression after being falsely accused of plagiarism. Is he better now?

[Dandan]: Gentle people are also the most powerful. Go, Deities!

Wang Xinghe scrolled through the lovely comments, his lips curving upward. Lu Jingze, fresh from the shower, clung to him. “Brother, your paintings will definitely be a huge hit.”

“That’s not important anymore,” Xinghe laughed, hugging him back. “Painting is a hobby; I don’t want to capitalize on my art.”

He knew that with Lu Jingze’s power, they could easily manipulate the market to sell a single painting for tens of millions. But he didn’t want that. He just wanted to paint in peace. After deducting costs, every cent from the exhibition would be donated. He wanted people to buy his art because they liked the work itself, not the artist.

“I know. That’s why I didn’t tell anyone about the exhibition in advance,” Lu Jingze said. He respected Xinghe deeply. Whatever Xinghe wanted to do, Lu Jingze would support him—and vice versa.

On the day of the exhibition, many came out of curiosity due to the trending topics, but a few were original fans of “Deities.” Xinghe didn’t mind. However, visitors soon found themselves standing before specific paintings, unable to look away for a long time. It was a marvelous feeling.

The paintings were priced between 50,000 and 100,000 yuan. All twenty-three pieces were sold out before the three-day exhibition even finished. After costs, 1.5 million yuan remained, which Xinghe donated entirely to the Psychological Charity Center.

Wang Mingyue, through cooperative treatment and the healing presence of her daughter, Anning, found that her bipolar and depressive episodes were becoming less frequent. This was what Wang Xinghe wanted to see most of all.

Mingyue established a foundation for “wives of closeted men” (Tongqi) to help women facing the same struggles she had. She worked tirelessly to spread awareness about the nature of these family dynamics. Having been caught in the rain herself, she now bought as many umbrellas as she could to give to others.

That weekend, with Lu Jingze by his side, Wang Xinghe underwent a comprehensive psychological evaluation. The results were excellent; the doctor suggested he could temporarily stop his medication.

Lu Jingze was overjoyed. He hugged Xinghe and whispered over and over, “Brother, thank you. Thank you for being willing to trust me.”

Willing to be healed.

Wang Xinghe smiled and held him back, stroking his back. “Thank you. Without you, I probably wouldn’t have lived very long. You gave me the hope and courage to keep going.”

Xinghe was telling the truth. His illness had been very severe. During the day, running the noodle shop, he looked like a normal person. But the nights were his hell. Pain, sadness, and an endless abyss pulled at him, constantly urging him to end it. Those days were agonizing. He hadn’t even known which day he might lose the battle to a sudden, impulsive urge to leave it all behind.