Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 80

Lu Jingze’s return to Kyoto ignited a storm of blood and fire. The major families retreated, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire of his vengeance.

Old Master Lu was the first to receive the news. As he listened to his subordinates report on Lu Jingze’s actions over the past month, the smile on his face didn’t fade for a second. “This boy… he really is the most like me.”

“And that young man, Wang Xinghe? What has he been doing lately?” The Old Master had begun to pay serious attention to Xinghe. Any man who could make his grandson willingly abandon his inheritance—and then willingly fight his way back for him—deserved his scrutiny.

“He’s at the manor, painting. He also cooks for the Young Master,” the subordinate replied truthfully.

“Oh? He paints? Do you have his work?” The Old Master’s interest was piqued.

The subordinate opened his phone and showed a surreptitiously taken photo of a painting. It depicted a corner of the estate at dawn, where light filtered through the treetops, creating a perfect Tyndall effect. Beneath the light were tender green blades of grass adorned with translucent dewdrops.

The Old Master loved the piece. It captured the vitality of a rising sun and the vibrant energy of nature. The signature in the bottom right corner also caught his eye.

“Deities? Divine beings? This young man is interesting.” A flash of surprise crossed the Old Master’s eyes.

“Commander Lu, the evidence the Young Master submitted regarding Ji Yuheng’s illegal sale of rare earths has gained massive traction. Ji Yuheng has been detained for harming national interests and faces life imprisonment along with a fine five times the value of his illegal earnings.”

The Old Master’s expression remained cold. “Trading the nation’s rare earths… the Ji family truly grew tired of living. Jingze did well.”

By late June, Ji Yuheng was charged with smuggling prohibited goods. Due to the severity of the case, the state formed a special task force to verify the amounts involved. Lu Jingze’s strike had caught the Ji family completely off guard. Those who had initially conspired against him retreated in defeat, terrified of the “Crown Prince’s” wrath.

What they didn’t know was that anyone involved in Wang Xinghe’s kidnapping was doomed. Not a single one would escape.

He Zheng was currently working with more fervor than ever. His ideal scenario had come true: Lu Jingze had returned to power, and Wang Xinghe had followed him. After a month of working from dawn till dusk, Lu Jingze had successfully crushed every budding threat in the cradle.

On a Monday in early July, Lu Jingze decided to take a day off to stay with Xinghe. The Kyoto summer had arrived, and the sun rose early. Xinghe’s internal clock woke him at 6:30 AM. He intended to get up quietly to paint the morning light, but Lu Jingze pulled him back into his arms.

“Brother, stay in bed with me for a bit longer.” Lu Jingze buried his head in Xinghe’s chest.

His coarse, dark hair prickled Xinghe, who reached out to stroke his head with mock annoyance. “Aren’t you going to the office today?”

“Not today. I’m spending the day with you for a fitting, and tonight, I’m taking you to see my grandfather.” Lu Jingze was determined to bind Xinghe to him permanently. Step one was keeping him close; step two was letting everyone in their circle know of Xinghe’s existence and his importance. Meeting the Old Master and gaining his approval was essential.

Xinghe’s sleepiness vanished instantly. “Meeting your grandfather already?” He was visibly nervous.

“If it weren’t for the injuries on your face and body that needed time to heal, I would have taken you the day we arrived.” Lu Jingze opened his eyes, still heavy with sleep, and yawned before kissing Xinghe’s cheek. “As for my idiot parents, there’s no need to see them. It would only be frustrating. I’ve never acknowledged them, so you don’t have to either.”

He pulled Xinghe closer, sliding his hand under the pajama top to lightly trace Xinghe’s lean abdominal muscles. He drifted back to sleep almost immediately, leaving Xinghe frustrated. How can he still sleep at a time like this!

At 10:00 AM, they finished washing up. Xinghe thought “trying on clothes” meant going to a mall, but at 10:30 AM, He Zheng led three large motorhomes into the parking lot. Three designers, accompanied by models who matched Xinghe’s build, lined up: “Hello, President Lu. Hello, Mr. Wang.”

“Xinghe, see if there’s anything you like. These are private commissions from domestic studios—some are intangible cultural heritage pieces, others are from rising star designers.”

Xinghe looked at a familiar designer. “So, that time you came to measure me was for these private commissions?”

“Mhm~” Lu Jingze’s eyes sparkled.

Xinghe watched the line of models—which looked like a private runway show—and felt a cold sweat. He had never seen such a display. But remembering his decision to adapt to Lu Jingze’s life, he gathered his courage and carefully inspected each outfit. Out of dozens, he chose five.

“You have great taste, Brother!” Lu Jingze praised sincerely. Three of the sets were crafted by cultural heritage masters, and the other two were by a genius designer who had even made clothes for the First Lady.

After the clothes, it was shoes. They had already made custom lasts from his footprints. Xinghe preferred understated styles, so he chose a pair of black leather shoes with red soles.

Once the staff left, Lu Jingze looked at Xinghe in his perfectly tailored casual suit, featuring a vibrant Su-style embroidery of “lovebirds” (Biyiniao) on the chest. He was extremely satisfied.

“Brother, to be honest… I have a matching set. Hehe. We’ll wear them together tonight.”

In the walk-in closet, Lu Jingze pulled out a custom suit in the same deep navy blue. On the left chest was the exact same lovebird embroidery. “It just arrived the day before yesterday,” he said quickly, fearing Xinghe might misunderstand. “Made by the same hand as yours. Brother, our tastes are so aligned!”

Xinghe shook his head at his grinning face. His heart was full of indulgence; he was willing to let Lu Jingze play his little games.

Looking at Xinghe—slender, narrow-waisted, and clear-eyed in the crisp suit—Lu Jingze swallowed involuntarily. He dropped the clothes in his hand and stepped closer. “Brother…”

Xinghe knew that look. He immediately pressed his hand against Lu Jingze’s chest. His fair, slender fingers against the pure black shirt made them look even whiter, the faint pink at his knuckles adding an intoxicating charm.

“A-Ze, restraint.” Xinghe truly didn’t know where the man got so much energy. They had just… last night. His waist still ached.

Lu Jingze caught Xinghe’s hand and rubbed his face against it. “Brother, I’ve already been very restrained.”