Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 75

Lu Jingze drove steadily, checking the time as he went.

“Brother, it’s a thirty-minute drive. That’s acceptable, right?”

Wang Xinghe looked at the complex of standalone villas before them and turned to him in confusion. “Here?”

“Heh, I think one of my private companies invested in this development, so I kept a unit for myself.” Lu Jingze had already called the property management in advance.

The car passed through the underground garage entrance; the system recognized the license plate and guided them to their specific building. They pulled into a private garage that could comfortably hold five cars, and Lu Jingze parked the car precisely in the center spot.

The rolling shutter door hissed shut automatically. Lu Jingze stepped out, opened the passenger door, and extended his hand. “Brother, please—step out.”

As they exited the car, a password-protected elevator appeared before them. Lu Jingze pulled out his phone and entered the code according to the prompt.

“The code is 69524589. I’ve sent it to your phone, Brother.” The elevator pinged open. “Besides the garage on B2, there’s a basement level and two floors above ground. Let’s look at the first floor first.”

The elevator opened to a transparent glass security door. Lu Jingze entered the same code and the glass slid open.

“Lights on,” Lu Jingze commanded.

Ding-dong—

The entire building illuminated instantly. Xinghe gazed at the Italian “light luxury” interior. The palette—dominated by coffee tones, light grays, and whites—was incredibly soothing.

Lu Jingze led him toward the living room. “The furniture and everything were picked out by a previous assistant. No one has lived here, but it’s been professionally cleaned every year. Do you like this style?” Lu Jingze watched him closely, his expression earnest.

Xinghe truly did like it. He nodded sincerely. “I like it very much.”

Relief and joy washed over Lu Jingze. He pushed open the terrace doors to reveal a garden. Since it was May, the greenery was lush; climbing roses and brambles covered the walls in a beautiful explosion of color.

“The garden is beautiful,” Xinghe remarked.

“Brother, let’s see the bedroom.” Xinghe followed Lu Jingze up the stairs. The staircase featured coffee-colored glass railings and anti-slip marble steps with a natural grain. As they climbed, the lights activated floor by floor. Abstract oil paintings lined the walls, giving the impression that the owner of the house was a person of refined taste.

In the master bedroom, a massive floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the grounds, with a rocking chair placed nearby. The mattress on the bed still had its protective film intact.

“Are you satisfied, Brother?” Lu Jingze wrapped his arms around Xinghe from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

Xinghe nodded honestly. “I love it here. The style, the yard, the privacy—it’s all perfect.”

“From now on, this place belongs to the Wang family,” Lu Jingze whispered, turning his head to kiss Xinghe’s cheek. “Brother, I’m so happy you’re starting to accept me.”

Xinghe wasn’t the type to let pride get in the way of everything. He could feel Lu Jingze’s sincerity. If Lu Jingze could live more comfortably here, he was happy too. There was no need to use hardship as a metric for the loyalty of their love. Seeing the other person more comfortable, happier, and more content—that was what truly mattered.

The next two days were a whirlwind of shopping. From large furniture to small fruit knives, they decorated the villa with impeccable style.

While they were selecting items, Lu Jingze discovered that Xinghe had a slight “perfectionist” streak. He loved coordination and hated anything that felt out of place. For example, their master bedroom featured marble-gray textures paired with light coffee and white tones. Xinghe bought two sets of bedding: one in deep gray that merged with the marble accent wall, and another in khaki that matched the coffee-toned side panels. Even the electric toothbrushes he bought for the bathroom perfectly matched the wall color. The result was a minimalist, comfortable aesthetic where every color served a purpose.

On the third day, they returned to the old noodle shop to pack the rest of their things. Lu Jingze noticed a locked side storage room and asked curiously, “Brother, what’s in here?”

Xinghe pulled out a key and turned the lock. When the lights flickered on, Lu Jingze saw several easels covered in dust cloths, along with some old mementos.

Lu Jingze lifted one of the cloths and his eyes lit up as he saw the completed painting beneath. Coming from a prestigious family, he had been raised on art appreciation and had seen many masterpieces with his grandfather. To him, a painting was more than a name; it was about the mood. Some paintings felt full of life, others spoke of ambition, and some felt stagnant.

Xinghe’s work, however, radiated a profound sense of tranquility. In the bottom right corner was the signature: “Deities.”

“Brother… will you paint again?” Lu Jingze turned to look at Xinghe. Standing in the doorway, Xinghe looked slender and gentle, his eyes like brilliant gems.

Xinghe nodded. “Thank you for helping me clear my name. I will paint again.”

On their first night in the new home, Lu Jingze wasted no time setting up the secondary bedroom on the second floor as a studio for Xinghe.

Watching Lu Jingze bustle about, personally arranging every detail of the studio, Xinghe felt his heart racing. When Lu Jingze finally turned around, looking like a child seeking praise, he asked, “Well, Brother? How is it? Do I get a compliment?”

Xinghe couldn’t help himself. He stepped forward and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you, A-Ze.”

The heavy, suffocating burdens of his past always seemed so easy for Lu Jingze to lift and cast aside. Lu Jingze beamed with excitement, picking Xinghe up and spinning him around.

“Brother! You deserve the best!” he cried out from the bottom of his heart.

In the bedroom, the humidifier puffed out white mist on its automated timer. Xinghe, fresh from the shower, saw Lu Jingze wearing a silk robe, holding a red property deed like a precious treasure.

Xinghe took it. “What’s this?”

“Open it and see,” Lu Jingze said with a wink.

Xinghe set his towel on the nightstand and opened the deed. There, in bold print, was his own name: Wang Xinghe.

He looked at Lu Jingze in shock. “When did you transfer the title?”

“Heh, I told you—this house belongs to the Wang family.” Lu Jingze pulled him onto the bed, tossing the deed onto the nightstand. “Brother… can I have a reward?”

Xinghe rolled his eyes at him. “Lie down first. Let me check your back.”

Lu Jingze expertly pulled back his silk robe. The scabs had all fallen off, leaving behind clear, pale pink scars. Xinghe’s eyes filled with heartache at the sight of them. “I’ll apply the medicine for you in a moment.”

“Later…” Lu Jingze murmured, pulling Xinghe down onto the soft mattress.

Their breaths mingled. Looking into Lu Jingze’s phoenix eyes, Xinghe saw a swirl of joy and overflowing love. He suddenly remembered a phrase: A lover’s eyes are the eighth ocean.

Xinghe hooked his arms around Lu Jingze’s neck and, for the first time, took the initiative to kiss him.