Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 66

“You’re actually gay! You actually dared to trap me in a sham marriage! Chen Junsheng, you’re disgusting!”

“You touch me with the same hands you used on a man… it’s revolting! You’re filthy! Do you hear me?!”

“Why did you lie to me? Why did you treat me like a fool?!”

Wang Mingyue slapped Chen Junsheng again and again, her eyes nearly splitting with rage as she jabbed her finger into his chest.

“Did you ever think about our unborn child? Did you ever think about the future? You… you people are sickening!”

Chen Junsheng massaged his forehead. He truly hadn’t expected Mingyue, who usually hated leaving the house, to travel to a mall so far away—let alone happen upon him and Lu Ming in the middle of a kiss. But he didn’t dare truly provoke her now. Swallowing his own anger, he continued to offer hollow apologies.

“Mingyue, you’ve misunderstood. It’s not what you think.”

Mingyue let out a cold, sharp laugh, tears streaming down her face. “Oh? I’d love to hear what kind of fairy tale you’re going to spin this time.”

“It’s actually quite a dramatic story. Xiao Ming has never been in a relationship. He finally got a girlfriend but didn’t know how to kiss, so I was just… teaching him.” Chen Junsheng lied without a hint of a blush.

Mingyue laughed hysterically. “Chen Junsheng, do you really think everyone is a fool? Doesn’t he have a brother? Why wouldn’t his own brother teach him? Why does it have to be an outsider like you?”

“Mingyue, don’t get worked up. You’re six months pregnant; this isn’t good for the baby.” Junsheng maintained his placating smile, trying to soothe her.

Physically and mentally exhausted, Mingyue pointed to the door. “Get out! I don’t want to see you!”

Behind his glasses, Junsheng’s eyes flashed with hidden malice, but his voice remained steady. “Fine. I’ll leave. Don’t let your blood boil. The baby comes first.”

Once he was gone, Mingyue collapsed into her pillow, sobbing uncontrollably. The first half of her life had been filled with highlights and glory; she never imagined she would end up in such a wretched state. It felt like a dead end.

Eventually, her heart stilled into a numb calm. She walked out of the hospital aimlessly, finding herself on the bustling streets of Kyoto. The lights were blinding, the crowds surged, and neon signs flickered everywhere.

Across the street, she spotted Wang Xinghe—instantly recognizable even in a crowd. Standing beside him was the taller, strikingly handsome Lu Jingze.

Mingyue watched as Lu Jingze leaned down to steal a kiss on Xinghe’s cheek. She saw Xinghe frown and take a step back, but that was enough. Her already shattered heart disintegrated; her last shred of belief collapsed instantly.

She charged across the street like a madwoman.

Slap!

A crisp, violent blow landed on Xinghe’s face.

“Wang Xinghe! Chen Junsheng is gay! Are you one too?! Are you?! Are you?!”

“Wang Xinghe, how can you face our parents? You’re disgusting!”

“If I had known you were this vile, why wasn’t it you who died back then? Why are you still here?!”

“Why don’t you just die! Go die, die, die! Die and bring Mom and Dad back!”

“Wang Xinghe, just go die!!”

Xinghe froze, stunned. Lu Jingze’s expression turned icy with fury. He grabbed Mingyue’s wrist, staring down the woman who had clearly lost her mind. Simultaneously, he pulled out his phone and called He Zheng.

He Zheng sped from the restaurant’s underground garage to the entrance. Seeing the scene, he felt his scalp tingle with dread. He rushed to open the car door. “Mr. Wang, please, get in the car first.”

Xinghe’s head was spinning; his heart hammered painfully. His ears rang, and a sensation like a thousand needles pricking his skin washed over him.

Wang Xinghe, go die. Wang Xinghe, you deserve to die. Die… die… die…

Every will to live was swallowed by a void. In the chaos, Xinghe found a sudden, desperate strength. He vaulted over the guardrail and plummeted into the moat.

Splash—

The river water rushed into his nose and mouth. Xinghe curled into a ball beneath the surface. His mind held only one thought: Die.

The few months of happiness he had tasted were crushed. The fear and pain returned with ten times the force, obliterating his final defenses. This time, Xinghe was truly tired.

Let it end here… Mom, Dad… I’m so tired. I miss you so much…

“Xinghe!” “Mr. Wang!”

Mingyue remained on the sidewalk, watching the men dive into the water one after another. She sank to the ground, clutching her hair in agony.

Why? Why! Why is God so unfair, torturing me like this! What did I do wrong?! Why does the whole world treat me like the villain when I’m the victim?! Why!

When Xinghe opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar white ceiling of a high-end VIP suite. There was no overpowering smell of disinfectant; instead, the room was filled with the calming scent of lavender.

Beside him, Lu Jingze sat with his head bowed, his eyes bloodshot. He looked at Xinghe with an expression of profound apology and self-loathing. He didn’t even dare to touch him.

Xinghe struggled to sit up. Perhaps due to the medication, his heart felt as still as dead water. He covered his face with his hands. “Lu Jingze. You promised me. You’ll get my sister and Chen Junsheng divorced.”

“I promise. I’ll make sure Chen Junsheng leaves with nothing. I’ll ensure Mingyue’s child has a better future.” Lu Jingze reached out, his hand hovering in mid-air. He didn’t dare cross the line. Slowly, he pulled his hand back.

“Thank you, Lu Jingze. Between you and me… let’s just say we don’t owe each other anything anymore.”

“Can you… let me go?”

“I want to go home.”

Looking at Xinghe—thin and fragile as a sheet of paper—Lu Jingze felt as if a hole had been ripped through his chest. His nose prickled, and hot tears spilled over.

He didn’t want to. He couldn’t.

“Xinghe…” Lu Jingze choked out his name.

“Lu Jingze, let me go. This is my last request,” Xinghe said calmly. He struggled out of bed and found his clothes, which had been washed and dried, on the rack. He began to dress in silence.

Standing behind him, Lu Jingze felt his heart being sliced by a blade. He could feel Xinghe’s absolute resolve this time. He blamed himself—for being careless with the setting, for not handling things before… he blamed himself for everything.

Lu Jingze clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, the picture of pure agony. But Xinghe no longer had the energy to care about anyone else.

He wanted to go home.

He had arrived with a black backpack and a black suitcase. He left with the same. Standing at the high-speed rail station, Xinghe’s silhouette was painfully thin. The gentle light in his eyes was gone, replaced by a stagnant pool of darkness.

Lu Jingze only dared to watch him from a distance in the crowd.

Gege, this time, I choose you.

Once I finish things here, I’ll stay with you forever, okay?

Lu Jingze watched him through the flowing crowd, but no one answered him. Passersby cast curious or admiring glances his way, but in that moment, who could possibly care?