Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 33

The Old Master shook his head, indicating an inability to understand.

“Your father has a love-struck mind, and you are not much better.”

“You won’t eventually insist on giving the Lu family’s assets to Wang Xinghe’s children after you get older, will you?”

Lu Jingze leaned against the backrest, his expression showing disappointment. “Alas, he won’t get married or have children, and I don’t even know if I can win him back this time.”

“Oh? An old trick of playing hard to get. For someone who is after money, you give him the cold shoulder for a few days, and he’ll naturally come crawling back eagerly.” The Old Master had seen too many people and truly had never met a living Bodhisattva who didn’t love money.

He had seen too many hypocritical, fake Bodhisattvas.

“Grandpa, if I get the chance, I’ll bring him to see you, and you’ll understand why even I, the one who resembles you the most, would be so devoted to one person.” Lu Jingze was not a fool.

The Lu family appeared to have a thin lineage, but that was just on the surface.

In reality, the Old Master had illegitimate children in his early years. If both he and his idiotic father proved incapable of taking the helm, naturally, other members of the Lu family would inherit the business.

Why did the Old Master ultimately choose to hand over two-thirds of the family’s assets to him, a recent graduate?

Because he was the most ruthless, and his way of doing things resembled the Old Master’s the most.

“Wang Xinghe? Very well, Grandpa will remember him. I hope the day comes when you bring him back for me to meet.”

Lu Jingze accompanied the Old Master for dinner before finally leaving the old residence.

The car drove along the elevated road. The night wind swept through, carrying a chill. Dark clouds pressed down, looking as if it was about to snow again.

Suddenly, a car driving in the opposite direction crashed into them.

“Bang—”

With the massive impact, Lu Jingze only felt a buzzing in his head.

“Protect Young Master Lu—”

All the airbags deployed.

Lu Jingze’s brain was filled with a roaring buzz, and his anger flared up.

He stumbled out of the car, pulling out a giant caliper from near his feet.

He dragged it on the ground as he walked over.

The driver looked unfamiliar, but in the entire capital, there were only a few people who dared to lay a hand on him.

“Bang—” He smashed the caliper against the driver’s side window.

The window shattered in response.

Lu Jingze opened the car door and dragged the driver out.

Lu Jingze slammed the caliper into the man’s chest and abdomen.

“Ah—” A pig-slaughtering scream rang out, but Lu Jingze, with blood flowing from his head, ignored it completely.

He pointed the caliper at the driver, his eyes stained with killing intent. “Speak, who gave you the guts?”

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Young Master Lu, spare me! It was Madam Lu! It was your mother! She ordered us to do it!”

“Madam Lu said to break your leg, to stop you from being so arrogant, and make you lie down for a year or two to learn a lesson…”

Having gotten his answer, Lu Jingze knocked him unconscious with a heavy blow from the giant caliper.

He said to the people behind him, “Throw him onto that old woman’s territory.”

Lu Jingze, with his bloody hand, pulled out his phone and called his airheaded mother.

The other end immediately hung up, with no intention of answering.

Lu Jingze’s eyes darkened. “I have been too merciful to them. If that’s the case, then let none of us have an easy time!”

Lu Jingze’s men quickly arrived at the scene and cleaned up the wrecked Rolls-Royce.

“Boom—”

Lu Jingze drove his private Bugatti Veyron and directly smashed open the Lu family’s front gate.

“Scratch—”

Holding the caliper in his hand, he started smashing things the moment he entered.

“Bang—”

“Crash—”

“Smash—”

The manor where Lu Lixing and his mother lived was largely destroyed by his rampage.

Lu Lixing still didn’t know what good deed his wife had done, only thinking that Lu Jingze was acting out again.

He rushed downstairs, pointing at his nose and swearing, “You unfilial son! What madness are you indulging in now?!”

Lu Jingze was covered in blood on his head, his eyes were also bloodshot, and blood was profusely flowing from his hands.

He lifted the caliper and pointed it beside Lu Lixing. “You’ll have to ask your good wife what she did to upset me this time.”

The beautiful woman’s eyes carried a sneer, and she mouthed: You have nine lives.

Lu Jingze let out a cold laugh. “I’m afraid I disappointed Madam Lu. I, Lu Jingze, have nine lives. You’ll die before I do.”

“You, you, you—How did I give birth to an animal like you!” Lu Lixing was extremely provoked, pointing at Lu Jingze and shouting obscenities.

Lu Jingze’s entire face also turned cold. “To be born from people like you, I have truly suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck!”

“A bunch of crazy, manic people with broken minds! I don’t know what I owe you from a past life.”

Finally, the caliper stopped right in front of the Lu Madam’s eyes.

His eyes were laced with poison. “Before, I spared you three parts out of sentiment, after all, you gave birth to me.”

“The time you orchestrated the plot to make me fall into the sea, I consider my life paid back to you. Try touching me or anyone around me again from now on.”

“I’ll show you what a real madman is.”

Lu Jingze threw the blood-stained caliper in front of her.

It landed with a clanging sound.

“You—You are a madman!” Lu Lixing cursed angrily.

Lu Jingze, however, stepped over the mess on the floor and got into his car without looking back.

Driving the global limited edition Bugatti Veyron, he sped through the night of the capital.

Somehow, he ended up below the apartment where Wang Xinghe lived.

He opened the car door and stood beneath the apartment building, gazing at the still-lit window of the apartment.

His wild heart found a moment of calm.

Suddenly, the snow began to fall.

Lu Jingze, wearing only a thin jacket, his blood turning cold, stood on the street looking completely battered.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, like goose feathers, yet also like dense willow catkins.

It was so quiet, as if all the noisy sounds of the world had been sucked away.

Lu Jingze really wanted to call Wang Xinghe…

But he was afraid of him seeing him in his current state.

Lu Jingze let out a long breath and crouched down under the streetlamp.

After an unknown amount of time, an umbrella suddenly appeared above his head.

Lu Jingze looked up and met Wang Xinghe’s eyes, which were as gentle as ever.

In that instant, Lu Jingze’s eyes turned red.

He stood up and hugged Wang Xinghe tightly.

The familiar scent soothed Lu Jingze’s volatile heart.

“Wang Xinghe… you… are truly a living Bodhisattva,” Lu Jingze choked out.

Wang Xinghe bought wound dressing and disinfectant supplies from the pharmacy downstairs and took him up to his apartment.

Inside the apartment, Wang Xinghe bandaged the wounds on his head, body, and hands.

He frowned as he applied the bandages.

Wang Xinghe had been about to go to sleep. Accidentally, he glanced out the window and saw the noticeable Lu Jingze under the streetlamp.

He hadn’t intended to pay attention to him.

But standing under the streetlamp, he looked thin, the front of his luxury car was smashed in, and upon closer inspection, he seemed to be covered in blood.

He thought he would leave after standing for a while.

But he stood there for a whole hour.

Wang Xinghe really couldn’t bear to see him freeze to death downstairs, so he took an umbrella and went down.

He realized later that he couldn’t completely harden his heart against Lu Jingze.

Seeing him covered in blood, he admitted that his heart was also uneasy.

After bandaging the wounds, Wang Xinghe wanted to turn around to throw away the trash.

But Lu Jingze hugged him from behind.

Lu Jingze looked down and choked out, “Brother Xinghe, I actually didn’t lie to you completely.”

“I crawled out of the sea in the dead of winter. It was luck that I survived. If I had been even a little less lucky, just a little, I would have died…”

“I never pretended to be pitiful to gain your sympathy…”

“I really… almost died…”

Wang Xinghe’s eyes moved slightly.

“Let go of me first. I need to throw away the trash.”

Lu Jingze hugged him even tighter. “No, I won’t…”

“Wang Xinghe, forgive me, okay? I truly know I was wrong…”