Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 79

A-Ze, go get bandaged up. Be good,” Wang Xinghe said, giving him a gentle nudge.

Spotting He Zheng standing at the door, Xinghe quickly added, “Secretary He, please take him to get treated.”

“Of course, Mr. Wang,” He Zheng replied obediently, stepping forward. “President Lu, let me lead the way.”

Under Xinghe’s insistence, Lu Jingze finally relented. By the time he returned from the treatment room, it was already 1:30 PM. He Zheng had thoughtfully ordered a meal—three dishes and a soup—which was laid out neatly on the table in the hospital room. After seeing them seated, He Zheng tactfully closed the door and retreated.

During the meal, the atmosphere around Lu Jingze remained heavy. He was clearly preoccupied. Seeing that he had little appetite, Xinghe served him a bowl of soup.

Lu Jingze took the bowl, staring at the man across from him whose face was still marred by bruises. “Brother… I promised we would live a normal, ordinary life together. I’m sorry. I have to break my word again.” He lowered his head, unable to meet Xinghe’s eyes.

So that’s why he’s been so full of self-reproach and worry?

Xinghe let out a soft sigh and reached out to stroke the top of Lu Jingze’s head. “Lu Jingze, I’m willing to go back to Kyoto with you.”

Lu Jingze snapped his head up, his swollen phoenix eyes wide with disbelief. “Brother, what did you say?”

“Compared to Qingcheng, home is wherever you are. I’m willing to go back to Kyoto with you. Go do what you need to do,” Xinghe said with a gentle smile. Even though his bruised face looked a bit comical, Lu Jingze was moved beyond words.

He stood up, walked over, and pulled Xinghe into a cautious, tender embrace. “Brother… thank you. Thank you…”

Xinghe lightly wrapped his arms around Lu Jingze’s waist—a silent gesture of comfort and acceptance.

They stayed in Qingcheng for three more days. The noodle shop was closed once again, and the modest BYD car was sold. Since Xinghe had decided to follow Lu Jingze back to Kyoto, he was prepared to integrate into his world and social circle. Those remnants of a “simple life” had to be left behind.

As they sat in the Alphard business van, Lu Jingze finally looked relaxed. Sitting beside him was the person he wanted to protect most in this life—his anchor, Wang Xinghe. Their fingers were interlaced, leaning into one another.

In the front passenger seat, He Zheng, feeling like a “third wheel” stuffed with “dog food” (displays of affection), pulled out his phone.

He Zheng: A-Yan~ (⊙﹏⊙) It’s so agonizing. The two in the back are being nauseatingly sweet.

Zhao Yan: Who?

He Zheng: President Lu and Wang~

Zhao Yan: Eat up. It’s good for your health. Zhao Yan: Wait? Weren’t they in Qingcheng? Did you go there?

He Zheng: Sigh~ You really do know Mr. Wang. He’s already headed back to Kyoto with President Lu.

Zhao Yan stared at the screen, lost in thought for a long time. The Wang Xinghe he knew had always been like this: gentle on the outside, but incredibly firm and brave on the inside. Once he committed to something, no matter how difficult, he would see it through.

He Zheng: ╭(╯^╰)╮ Don’t tell me you’re thinking about him again and not me!

Seeing He Zheng’s petty emoji, Zhao Yan’s lips curled into a smile.

Zhao Yan: Guess.

He Zheng: [○｀Д´○] He Zheng: Just wait until I get back. We’re going three hundred rounds!

Zhao Yan: Don’t. I miss you, I miss you. I wasn’t thinking about him.

He Zheng looked at the reply, his eyes crinkling into a smile. That’s my A-Yan. So cute.

This was Wang Xinghe’s first time at Lu Jingze’s private estate in Kyoto.

Armed guards stood at the entrance. The massive, ornate iron gates recognized the license plate and swung open slowly. The van drove along a two-lane asphalt road lined with dreamlike white and green Chinese viburnum in full bloom. After about ten minutes of driving, a ultra-modern, high-tech manor came into view.

As the car stopped, Lu Jingze opened the door and reached out. “Brother, welcome to our world.”

Xinghe took a deep breath and placed his hand firmly in Lu Jingze’s palm. His previous retreats had only put his lover in a dilemma. If possible, he wanted his lover to be fearless and invincible.

Lu Jingze’s private estate was vast, with a golf course that seemed to stretch to the horizon and a massive, crystal-clear swimming pool. The grounds featured pavilions and greenhouses, with rare trees and flowers meticulously arranged. Because Lu Jingze didn’t like having staff around him at home, the domestic workers had already finished their cleaning and retreated to the servant villas at the back of the estate before their arrival.

Inside the main living room, the space was filled with high-tech smart features. “This manor was designed by the Finnish architect Matti Suuronen—the same famous designer who worked on Bill Gates’ ‘House of the Future,'” Lu Jingze explained. He clearly loved this place; it was where he stayed most often.

Xinghe looked at the futuristic design and found himself liking it as well. It had a sci-fi, dreamlike beauty, especially the pool lights that glowed with a soft Tiffany Blue.

“I’ve sent all the access codes for the rooms to your phone,” Lu Jingze said, leading him to the master bedroom. It was decorated in cool grays, looking somewhat somber.

“Also, Brother… this house belongs to the Wang family, too.” Lu Jingze turned and reached out to He Zheng.

He Zheng produced the property deeds. Because the estate was composed of multiple parcels of land, there were four red property books in total. Lu Jingze took them and handed them to Xinghe, his eyes shining.

“Brother, you don’t need to feel uncertain or intimidated. From now on, you and I are one. I will make sure everyone in Kyoto knows that you are the first person they cannot afford to provoke—even before me.”

“This is my first gift to you.”

Xinghe took the books but didn’t open them immediately. Despite his mental preparations, he was still startled by Lu Jingze’s decisiveness. Who gives such a staggering gift the moment someone arrives?

“You don’t have to worry about my feelings at every turn. Since I’ve come here, I’ve prepared myself for everything,” Xinghe said, squeezing Lu Jingze’s hand to give him strength. “Go, get to work. I’ll settle in and get used to the environment myself.” He knew Lu Jingze would be incredibly busy now that he was back.

“Mhm. I’ll have the housekeeper and staff come over later. Get some rest; you can’t overexert yourself. Once your injuries are healed, I’ll take you to see my grandfather,” Lu Jingze said, kissing his forehead. He tucked Xinghe into the bed and even lit some soothing incense.

Seeing how nervous Lu Jingze was, Xinghe smiled helplessly. “Go on. I’m not a child.”

“Okay. Wait for me to come home, Brother.” Lu Jingze and He Zheng hurried away.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor, Xinghe watched the car leave the estate. His gaze then shifted to the red property books on the nightstand. His slender, fair hand reached out to flip them open.

The first book: Building area of 5,131 m2. Name: Wang Xinghe.

The second book: Golf course and surrounding land, 1,850 hectares. Name: Wang Xinghe.

The third book: Building area of 1,587 m2. Name: Wang Xinghe.

The fourth book: Building area of 2,168 m2. Name: Wang Xinghe.

In a city like Kyoto, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, Xinghe couldn’t even begin to estimate the total value. Lu Jingze, fearing he might feel insecure or out of place, had transferred his favorite property to him the moment they arrived.

A look of profound tenderness flashed in Xinghe’s eyes.

“This idiot.”