Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 64

Time flew by, and soon it was late April.

Under Wang Xinghe’s meticulous nutritional planning and their daily walks, Wang Mingyue—who started at a high baseline—lost fifty pounds in three months. Now that her pregnancy had stabilized, the 130-pound Mingyue was beginning to show the elegant silhouette of the “Peking University Campus Beauty” she once was.

Seeing her become healthier and happier by the day, Xinghe felt a massive sense of achievement. It seemed he truly did have the power to make his sister happy and improve her life. This mended relationship acted as a balm for both of them; the mental health of both siblings began to show significant signs of improvement.

Meanwhile, Lu Jingze had secretly consulted a psychologist to observe Mingyue via the surveillance footage. The diagnosis was clear: Bipolar Disorder, Manic-Depressive episodes, and clinical depression. Looking at the drastic change in her physique, a consulting physician told Lu that such a massive weight gain suggested the use of hormonal medication.

However, a search of the medical records and pharmacy databases in Kyoto under Mingyue’s name showed no hormone purchases. Instead, Chen Junsheng’s online shopping history contained orders for “sow growth hormones.”

Lu Jingze didn’t dare tell Xinghe yet. He was currently weaving a massive, tight net—a project designed to drain every asset Chen Junsheng owned. Once Mingyue gave birth and the divorce was finalized, Junsheng would have only one fate: to become a piece of trash buried under insurmountable bank debt, never to rise again.

Lu Wang sent Xinghe a wedding invitation, and Xinghe agreed to be a groomsman. Since it wasn’t suitable for a pregnant woman to attend, Mingyue stayed home.

Dressed in a black suit, Xinghe hadn’t even made a special effort to style himself, yet he still drew every eye in the room. Lin Xiu was originally supposed to attend, but an international project kept him abroad, so he sent his younger brother, Lin Ya, in his stead.

Lin Ya’s gaze never left Xinghe. He couldn’t help but recall the first day of freshman year when Xinghe stepped into the dorm, suitcase in hand. The roommates, all art students, had frozen in their tracks. Xinghe’s face was like a masterpiece of Western sculpture—perfect, extreme, following the golden ratio—yet carrying a sort of languid divinity.

In person, his personality was like a spring stream: gentle and soft. Everyone loved him, especially the girls; his non-aggressive, gentle demeanor triggered an instinctive desire to protect him. Xinghe had been famous throughout the Academy of Fine Arts, not just for his looks, but for his skill. He was a natural-born painter. While others treated art as a way to “gild” their resumes or cultivate their temperament, he truly loved it. He could sit on a balcony painting for hours, uninterested in games, romance, or travel.

Lin Ya liked Xinghe with a fondness born of pure admiration. He used to joke about having Xinghe work for him after graduation, but Xinghe would always shake his head and say, “We’ll see.” Lin Ya’s only regret in life was being unable to help when Xinghe was framed for plagiarism. He had been too young then, with no voice in the family. He had begged his brother, Lin Xiu, but Lin Xiu had weighed the pros and cons and decided not to offend the Ji family.

The wedding went smoothly. His duties finished, Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief, changed out of the rented suit, and put on his own white shirt and casual trousers.

He was about to head home when Lin Ya called out, “Hey there, Busy Man!”

Xinghe turned to see Lin Ya, dressed in black, standing behind him. He looked very different from their graduation days. Back then, Lin Ya was just “cool,” but now he carried the aura of a man in power. This air of confidence—the sense of having everything under control—was something Xinghe had felt many times from Lu Jingze. He was certain now that Lin Ya’s background was equally formidable.

“Long time no see,” Xinghe replied with a smile.

“Hmph. Someone said before the Lantern Festival that they’d be free for dinner, and here it is May with not a word,” Lin Ya said with a mock-resentful pout as he walked over.

Xinghe felt genuinely apologetic; he had truly forgotten. “Did you get enough to eat at the banquet? If not, do me the honor of letting me treat you.”

Lin Ya couldn’t truly stay mad at that smile. “Let’s go. Take my car.” He pointed toward a black Lamborghini.

“Alright.” Xinghe was now immune to luxury cars. After all, he had sat in a limited-edition Bugatti Tourbillon; nothing else could really rattle him.

Under Lu Jingze’s deliberate influence, Xinghe’s horizons had expanded. His way of processing things had subtly shifted. He couldn’t help but realize that the people at the top of the pyramid played with logic, resources, cognition, and control—not “hard work.” Hard work was merely the bait used by capitalists to brainwash the masses, enticing them to gamble on a future. Millions of ordinary people spent their lives as “oxen and horses,” being harvested like leeks, living lives of fragmented misery and confusion.

Xinghe hadn’t realized that he now possessed an eye for seeing the essence of things. Sometimes, he even began to consider matters from the perspective of pure interest. This was the silent influence of Lu Jingze. The interaction between two people is like the collision of magnetic fields and atoms; no one can remain entirely themselves. They infect and merge until they begin to resemble one another.

Lin Ya noticed the change in Xinghe as well—a certain composure that comes from not having to worry about money. His smile deepened. He had worried the “beautiful man” would be worn down by the trivialities of daily life, but the matured Xinghe possessed a restrained, aesthetic beauty. It was a captivating aura.

In a private room of a Chinese restaurant, Lin Ya thoughtfully ordered some light afternoon tea, appetizers, and small desserts. After a heavy wedding feast, a full meal would have been too much.

As they sat down, looking at Lin Ya made Xinghe suddenly think of someone: Lin Xiu.

“How is Lin Xiu related to you?” Xinghe asked.

Lin Ya was surprised by the question. “That’s my older brother.”

“No wonder. The first time I saw Lin Xiu in a meeting, he looked so familiar. Seeing you again today, I realized how much you two look alike.” Xinghe smiled, picking up the teapot to pour tea for Lin Ya.

“My brother has met you?” Lin Ya’s hand tightened slightly on his teacup. Knowing his brother’s sexual orientation, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of tension.

“Yes, we’ve met,” Xinghe replied casually.

Seeing no special reaction from Xinghe, Lin Ya’s heart began to race with suspicion. That’s not right, he thought. Given my brother’s predatory nature, it’s impossible for him to meet someone like Xinghe and not make a move. Maybe Xinghe is just so ‘straight’ that my brother didn’t see an opening?

Still, he figured it was for the best. It saved him from an awkward situation between himself and Xinghe.