Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 63

The eighteenth day of the first lunar month.

Wang Xinghe was having lunch with Wang Mingyue when his phone began to buzz. It was Wang Shuya.

“Uncle! Uncle! Uncle! I’ve finished moving into my dorm! Requesting a meeting—requesting a meeting!”

Mingyue listened to the girl’s voice in surprise. “Is that Shuya?”

“Yes, it’s her,” Xinghe replied. “She got into a university here in Kyoto. Classes are starting, and since she knew I was in the city, she wanted to see me.”

Mingyue nodded. “Go ahead. I was planning on taking a nap this afternoon anyway.”

Xinghe messaged back: “Send me your location. I’ll pick you up at your school.”

“You got it, Little Uncle!”

Xinghe put on his coat and headed out. At the entrance of the complex, a massive black Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon was parked by the curb. As soon as he appeared, the driver honked the horn.

Beep, beep—

Lu Jingze stepped out of the car and walked toward him. “Let’s go, Gege.” He opened the passenger door and tucked Xinghe inside.

Xinghe gave him a helpless look. “Did Shuya call you too?”

“Heh, she still remembers how well I carried her in our video games.” Lu Jingze hit the gas and headed straight for A-University.

When they arrived at the school gates, they immediately spotted a young girl in a white down jacket and a pink scarf, standing by the road with her head down, checking her phone.

Beep—

Lu Jingze brought the car to a smooth halt. As the window rolled down, Wang Shuya’s face froze in shock. She rubbed her eyes. “Oh my god! It really is my Little Uncle!”

After struggling to climb into the high back seat, Shuya suddenly became quite reserved.

“Haven’t seen you in a while—since when did you become so demure?” Lu Jingze teased, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

Shuya scratched her head. “Brother Lu, you’re this rich? Why were you pretending to be a beggar before? You made me think you were a little stray dog, but it turns out you’re a gold-plated dog encrusted with diamonds.”

That comment stabbed Lu Jingze right in the heart. He looked back through the mirror with a mock-resentful gaze. “My dear girl, did you come here today specifically to backstab me?”

Remembering her previous chats with Lu Jingze, Shuya quickly shut her mouth and plastered on a wide grin.

“Little Uncle, I brought you some local specialties! Look—dried clams, dried scallops, and dried shrimp!” She pulled a large bag from her backpack and passed it through the gap between the seats.

Xinghe reached back and took it. “Thank you, Shuya, for remembering your elderly uncle.”

“Nonsense! My Little Uncle has a face that is hard to find in heaven or on earth. Even in twenty or thirty years, you’ll still be drop-dead gorgeous.” Shuya refused to let him talk himself down.

Xinghe smiled. “What’s your major?”

“Hehe, guess! If you get it right, there’s a reward.” Shuya widened her eyes, looking quite proud of herself.

“You’re such a money-grubber, it has to be Finance, right?” Lu Jingze chimed in. He hadn’t investigated; it was a pure guess.

“Ah! Brother Lu, you’re a psychic! I really am majoring in Finance!” Shuya had no choice but to pull out her ‘reward’—a hand-knitted coin purse made of black yarn with a small yellow dog crocheted onto it.

“Here, it’s yours.” She handed it over.

Lu Jingze took it. “Thanks, Shuya. I’ve prepared a gift for you, too.”

Shuya clicked her tongue. “Maybe I should start calling you Uncle Lu. Calling you ‘Brother’ feels like I’m messing up the family hierarchy.”

Lu Jingze’s lip twitched. “I suppose that works too.”

The three of them parked at a high-end Japanese restaurant. Lu Jingze had made the reservation long ago. Being the “Crown Prince” of the Beijing circle, the establishment had gone above and beyond today, ensuring every ingredient was the freshest and most premium available.

The restaurant’s director wanted to welcome them personally, but He Zheng had stepped in to stop him beforehand, leaving the executives to regret the missed opportunity in private.

Inside the private room, Lu Jingze pushed a tablet toward Shuya. “Order whatever you want. Eat until I’m broke.”

Shuya’s eyes lit up. Xinghe, sitting beside her, remained calm. After the first round of food, Shuya lost her initial nervousness and started ordering a second round, returning to her usual cheerful, joking self.

The meal was a delight. By the time they finished, it was late afternoon. Lu Jingze drove Shuya back to her campus. Both men stepped out of the car, and Lu Jingze opened the trunk. He pulled out eight sets of luxury skincare—La Mer and Helena Rubinstein “Black Bandage” creams—and various high-end cosmetics.

“Take these back. Give some to your friends or teachers, and use some yourself. Aim for the Student Union, join the Party, take extra courses, and get your certifications. Don’t waste your studies,” Lu Jingze advised.

“Ah, this is too expensive! I can’t take this!” Shuya shook her head vigorously.

“If you don’t take them, they’ll go to waste. Your uncle and I don’t use this stuff, and I don’t have a sister. Just take them.” Lu turned to Xinghe. “Right, Xinghe? I already bought them. It’s a waste otherwise.”

Xinghe could only nod. “Take them. It’s a gesture from him.”

Only then did Shuya accept the bags. “Thank you, Brother Lu! Thank you, Uncle! I’ll head in now!”

As she walked back, Shuya felt like she was floating. This pile of skincare and makeup had to be worth tens of thousands of yuan… Heavenly Father, she thought, it feels like a giant meat pie fell from the sky and hit me right in the head.

The moment she stepped into her dorm, her roommates erupted.

“Holy crap! Shuya, are you a secret heiress? Oh my god—La Mer? Black Bandage? My own mom wouldn’t even splurge on this!”

Five roommates swarmed around her. Shuya wasn’t stingy; she handed out a set of La Mer to each of them. “This is from my brother. I’m not an heiress; he’s just… well, he has a bit of money.”

She didn’t want to put on airs. She knew she didn’t have money; she was just benefiting from her connection to her Little Uncle. Without him, why would someone give her all this?

“Thank you, Heiress Shuya! Thank you, Big Brother Shuya!” The entire dorm was in an uproar of excitement.

Suddenly, Shuya’s phone chimed with a notification from Alipay.

“Alipay: You have received 880,000 yuan.”

The roommates went silent with shock, and Shuya was even more stunned. The transfer came from an account ending in “88888.” Along with the money was a digital greeting:

[Finish your studies well. Don’t slack off. When you graduate, I’ll give you an even bigger gift.]

Shuya felt dizzy. Her roommates hugged her in envy. “Shuya! You’re our patron saint!” “Who is this guy? 880,000 in one go?!”

As her roommates chattered, Shuya took a deep breath, intending to send the money back. But as she opened the transfer page, a WeChat message popped up:

Lu Jingze: If you want to play the game where I transfer money to you and you transfer it back every day, I don’t mind. This is a gift from me—don’t refuse. Like I said, this small amount of money means nothing to me. Consider it a thank-you for all the years you spent visiting Xinghe for the New Year.

Shuya sighed, not daring to send it back. Looking at the car he drove, she believed that Lu Jingze was indeed unimaginably wealthy.

She replied: [Thank you, Brother Lu! I promise to study hard and work for your company to make you money as soon as I graduate!]

Reading her reply, Lu Jingze burst out laughing. The Wang family truly lived in extremes—they were either terrifyingly greedy or so upright that they hated owing anyone a single favor.