Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 110

Another three years passed.

The Lu Group reached yet another milestone. Many of their research and development projects were handed over to the state, fostering collaborative expansion in military technology, national livelihood, and various niche industries. Lu Jingze followed the traditional path of the Lu family—where politics and business were inextricably linked. He now attended state banquets, major assemblies, and pivotal voting sessions. As a titan among the new generation, his name was known by everyone within the elite circles.

Of course, because he guarded his private life fiercely, he remained a distant and mysterious figure to the general public. Most people had no idea just how much Lu Jingze had done for the nation behind the scenes.

The following year, during the biting chill of early spring, Old Master Lu passed away at the age of 108. The Lu family was plunged into mourning. The state held a memorial service for him, and top leaders came to pay their respects to this venerable elder and soldier. He was eventually laid to rest at Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery.

With heavy hearts, Lu Jingze and Wang Xinghe began organizing the Old Master’s private estate. The distribution of the inheritance was surprising: the Lu family’s ancestral home—that uniquely positioned courtyard house—was left entirely to Wang Xinghe. Half of the Old Master’s private assets went to Lu Jingze, and the other half went to Lu Ting. Notably, Lu Lixing received nothing.

A portion of his antiques was donated to the state, while another was left to Lu Xiangyang (Xiaoyang). The jewelry once collected by the Old Master’s late wife was bequeathed to Wang Anning. The remaining assets were distributed among Lu Da and the other younger members of the family. While the distribution was generally fair, it was clear to everyone that the Old Master’s heart favored Lu Jingze and Wang Xinghe. It was an accepted fact, and no one felt slighted.

Only Lu Ting was truly stunned. He had never imagined the Old Master would leave him so much. As a child born under “accidental” circumstances who had never been officially entered into the Lu family register, he was shocked to receive half of the personal assets. Standing by his window, Lu Ting faced the direction of Babaoshan and silently raised a glass in a toast.

“Dad…” he whispered carefully. “Safe travels.” The wine hit his throat, spreading a bitter warmth. He felt his life had already been lucky enough; he had lived in such abundance that he had long forgotten how to hold a grudge.

When Lu Xiangyang turned sixteen, he entered his rebellious phase. Not only did he jump fences to skip class, but he also dyed his hair a shocking, bright yellow. Furious, Lu Jingze grabbed a golf club, ready to teach the boy a lesson.

“You little brat! You think your wings are strong enough now?!” Lu Jingze barked. “Let me tell you, when I was at my peak of rebellion, you weren’t even a thought!”

Wang Xinghe stepped in, feeling protective. “Take it easy. If you hurt him, you’ll be the one crying later. Let me talk to him.”

With his head hung low, Xiaoyang followed Xinghe into the study. At sixteen, Xiaoyang stood at six-foot-two, already taller than Xinghe.

“Can you tell Papa why you’re skipping class?” Xinghe asked gently. He had experienced his own rebellious phase, though it had mostly involved locking himself in his room and skipping meals—until his sister dragged him out, gave him a couple of cuffs, and made him behave.

“The exams are too easy. If I just flip through the books, I get first place. Everything the teachers say, I already know. It’s boring,” Xiaoyang muttered, pouting slightly.

“And the yellow hair?” Xinghe wasn’t necessarily against it, but the shade was a blinding, metallic gold.

“I dyed it so people would leave me alone,” Xiaoyang said, looking down. “Some girls at school are like maniacs. They kept saying I looked like Yuichiro Hyakuya when I had black hair, and they wouldn’t stop crowding around me. It was annoying.” He paused, his voice dropping. “But she likes Gilgamesh… so I dyed it gold.”

Wang Xinghe was stunned. He had been a late bloomer who had never dated, let alone experienced “puppy love.” He wasn’t sure how to handle this.

After a moment to compose himself, Xinghe said, “Well… if the coursework is too simple, you can skip a grade to your senior year, or apply for early admissions and talent programs. As for the romance… Papa doesn’t have much experience. But if you like someone, it’s okay to try to become the kind of person they like. However, skipping class is disrespectful, Xiaoyang.”

“Our family doesn’t need you to kill yourself studying to find a way out, but consistent learning is a lifelong journey. The ability to learn is the true foundation. Look at me—I love painting, and no matter how busy I am, I make time to sit and paint. Look at your Father Lu—he’s even busier, but to stay on top of international technology, he never stops studying. The goal of education isn’t a score or a diploma; it’s the ability to learn, to innovate, and to think. Do you understand?”

Xiaoyang nodded slowly. “I understand, Papa.”

“Then… can I tell her how I feel? I really like her,” Xiaoyang asked, biting his lip nervously.

“Teenage infatuation is normal; I won’t stop you,” Xinghe replied. Xiaoyang looked up, his eyes full of eager light. “But,” Xinghe added sternly, “there is a condition. Before you make a move, you must understand one thing: respect.”

Xiaoyang looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Liking someone shouldn’t be an impulse. You must respect their will. If your presence brings a brighter light to her life and helps her reach a better future than she imagined, then step forward. But if your intervention brings her pain, don’t be persistent. Just be a supportive friend. To love someone is to take responsibility, Xiaoyang.”

Xiaoyang nodded, though he was still a bit lost. He just knew he loved the way that girl looked when she was studying by the window. He loved her two little dimples when she smiled. He wanted her all to himself; he didn’t want her smiling at anyone else—only at him. He had never thought about it as deeply as his father just described.

“How about this,” Xinghe suggested. “Don’t rush to confess. Be her friend first. By the end of the semester, let’s see if there is positive growth for both of you. For example, are her grades better because of you? Is she happier because you’re around? And for you—do you feel joy and fulfillment from giving to this relationship? We’ll talk about confessing then, okay?”

Xiaoyang agreed. From that day on, he kept his golden hair but stopped skipping class. While studying hard, he became true friends with the girl he liked.

By the end of the semester, Xiaoyang came home beaming. “Papa! Her rank went up by ten places—she’s tenth in the class now! And she seems to love talking to me. We have so much fun every day.”

Xinghe nodded. “Very good. Then I won’t stop you from confessing. However, even if you become boyfriend and girlfriend, you must absolutely never cross the line. Do you understand? Girls are meant to be protected, not used to satisfy your own desires. Most importantly, do not be half-hearted. If you love someone, love only them. You must be able to withstand temptation and pass the test of time.”

“I know! Thank you, Papa!” Xiaoyang jumped up and gave Xinghe a fierce hug. “Papa, thank you for loving me.”

Xiaoyang was smart; he knew his family structure was “special.” But he also knew that no other family could compare to the one his two fathers had built. Genuine love and the right values were the currents that guided his healthy growth.