Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 25

The sudden cold touch on Wang Xinghe’s hot face makes him frown uncontrollably. He remains silent, just quietly staring at the face that is getting closer and clearer. His eyes seem to be trying to penetrate the mist in front of him to capture the real warmth.

He slightly pulls the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile. The smile is full of bitterness and relief.

“Dreaming is good…” he mumbles, his voice hoarse. In dreams, he can have everything. He can have the beautiful things that are out of reach in reality and the wishes that can only be fulfilled in dreams. He feels deeply tired, and his eyes are a little swollen from crying, but he doesn’t want to fall asleep just yet. He just wants to take one more look, just one more look at Lu Jingze in his ‘dream.’

The Lu Jingze in front of him is a little blurry, and there are three of him. He holds up three fingers.

Lu Jingze looks at his gesture and asks softly, “OK?”

How would a drunkard like Wang Xinghe know what OK means? He holds up three fingers again and says drunkenly, “What a… beautiful… dream…”

“Aze…” Lu Jingze’s heart feels like it’s being squeezed by a giant hand. He feels an unspeakable pain.

Lu Jingze’s eyes are red. He leans over and hugs him carefully. The cold, high-end custom fragrance mixes with the smell of beer on Wang Xinghe. Wang Xinghe gently hugs him back. “Aze…”

In the quiet night, Wang Xinghe’s weak and hazy whisper passes through Lu Jingze’s ears, stirring his heartstrings. He leans down and gently kisses the lips he has longed for. The coldness mixed with the aroma of beer makes Lu Jingze obsessed. He carefully pries open Wang Xinghe’s lips and kisses him deeply. The kiss is full of tenderness and longing.

“Hmm—”

In Lu Jingze’s kiss, Wang Xinghe feels an unprecedented sense of security. He hooks his arms around Lu Jingze’s neck, unwilling to let go, as if he is afraid the dream will suddenly end. He wraps his arms tightly around Lu Jingze. As they kiss, Wang Xinghe’s consciousness gradually blurs. His eyelids become heavier and heavier, and he finally falls into a deep sleep in Lu Jingze’s embrace.

Lu Jingze gently lets go of the person in his arms, his eyes soft. He lowers his head and stares at Wang Xinghe’s tightly furrowed brows in his sleep. His heart fills with pity. “I’m sorry. I hurt you. I won’t do it again.” Lu Jingze apologizes softly. He pulls the blanket over him.

He puts on his slippers and goes to the bathroom to wash up. Only after he finishes washing does he realize he forgot to bring clothes. He wraps a towel around himself and runs to the second floor. He opens the wooden wardrobe and finds the underwear and unworn clothes he once bought for him in the corner.

“You didn’t throw them away…” Lu Jingze doesn’t know what to feel. He just feels like he’s a complete idiot. He also feels a thousand regrets. He regrets being so self-righteous when he left and regrets hurting Wang Xinghe.

He quickly changes into his clothes, then returns to the bed, gently gets under the covers, and holds Wang Xinghe tightly. His empty heart is filled in that moment. What billion-dollar projects, what trying to destroy them, what being the head of the Lu family… none of it is as comforting as holding Wang Xinghe.

If he gave up everything and lived in seclusion with Wang Xinghe, would he be happier?

Wang Xinghe doesn’t sleep well. He dreams of his parents, the old house that wasn’t demolished, and the noodle shop where he grew up. His parents are as loving as ever. His father kneads the dough, his mother stews beef, his sister helps him with his studies, and he obediently does his homework. During the New Year, his father and uncles would go to the ancestral graves to set off firecrackers, and a large group of people would go visiting at night. But in the dream, he is an outsider, like a passerby, watching other people’s happiness.

The scene in the dream changes to a bloody car accident. It is cremation. It is his mother finally leaving him. It is his sister’s angry roar: “Wang Xinghe! You killed our parents! It’s you! It’s you! It’s you, you jinx!”

Wang Xinghe curls up in pain in his dream. He leans against his parents’ tombstone, sobbing quietly. “Mom and Dad… please take me with you…” Wang Xinghe mutters in his dream. “Please… I’m so tired… take me with you…”

Lu Jingze is startled awake from the darkness. He turns on the light and sees Wang Xinghe curled up in his arms, sobbing quietly. He is crying in pain in his dream. He immediately panics and pulls out a tissue to gently wipe his tears. Seeing his pained face, Lu Jingze’s heart aches. He holds him in his arms and gently pats his back.

Why is he in so much pain? Lu Jingze feels a little regretful that he has never understood Wang Xinghe’s past. He knew that his parents had passed away and that his sister had married and never returned to Kyoto. He also knew that some of his relatives didn’t like him because he sold the ancestral home. But he truly knows nothing about his specific past. Just as he has never told Wang Xinghe about his own past and family situation. But seeing him in so much pain, Lu Jingze thinks that there must be many things he doesn’t know about his past.

“Brother Xinghe, I won’t leave you again, even if the sky falls.” “I don’t want the Lu family anymore. As long as you’re okay, is that good enough?”

He doesn’t know if his comfort worked, but Wang Xinghe stops crying. His furrowed brows also relax a little. Lu Jingze holds him tightly, gently and carefully kissing his forehead and the still-wet tear stains.

In his dream, Wang Xinghe keeps walking in the darkness. It is an endless darkness. Until a crack suddenly appears in front of him, and light shines through. He opens his arms and runs toward it, wanting to grab that light. He ends up hugging Lu Jingze.

Lu Jingze freezes. He then hugs the person in his arms and buries his face in his neck.

…

The sun rises high, moves to noon, and then to the afternoon. Wang Xinghe feels something pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He opens his eyes, a little disoriented from the hangover. He tries to sit up and realizes there is an arm on his chest and a leg wrapped around his abdomen. This kind of scene would scare anyone to death, but Wang Xinghe is surprisingly calm. He even turns his head to see who it is. A handsome profile, dark hair, and a familiar sleeping face. It’s Lu Jingze.

Wang Xinghe is dazed for a moment, wondering if he is still dreaming. He wonders if he is in a dream within a dream. He reaches out and rubs his eyes. The touch is real; he knows he is awake. He looks for his phone but can’t find it. He gently struggles, wanting to sit up. But he also startles Lu Jingze.

Their eyes meet. Wang Xinghe’s expression is calm, but his eyes are cold. “Let go of me.” Lu Jingze instinctively obeys and lets go.

Wang Xinghe finally sits up. The hangover not only makes him feel dizzy and achy all over, but his calves are also extremely sore. He leans against the headboard, closes his eyes, and tries to ease the discomfort of the hangover. Lu Jingze sits up and reaches out to massage his temples. Wang Xinghe moves away.

He looks at Lu Jingze, lowers his eyes, turns his back to him, and starts putting on his clothes. Lu Jingze panics a little. He hugs him from behind. “Brother Xinghe, are you still mad at me?”

Wang Xinghe breaks free from his embrace, his voice a little hoarse. “Go back. We’re over.”

Lu Jingze stands behind him, his eyes filled with anger. But he doesn’t dare treat Wang Xinghe the same way he treats those people in Kyoto. He just puts on his clothes and shoes by himself. Wang Xinghe goes to wash up, and he stands beside him. Wang Xinghe turns on the stove to cook, and he stands beside him. When Wang Xinghe is about to eat, he sits across from him, looking at him eagerly.

Wang Xinghe looks at him, a little tired. “Lu Jingze, we’re both adults.” “When we were together, it was enough that we loved each other. After we’re separated, there’s no need to cling to each other.”

Wang Xinghe pushes the plain noodles he hasn’t touched toward him. “Lu Jingze, eat and then go.” “We… really can’t go back.” Wang Xinghe says to him calmly. There is no hint of resentment in his voice. His tea-colored eyes reflect Lu Jingze’s suddenly pale face.

Lu Jingze suddenly remembers the advice Zhao Yan gave him. Some people may seem good-natured and gentle, but they are also the most stubborn. If you deceive them and betray them, they will never look back or forgive you.