Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 82

Sitting in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, Wang Xinghe held the two wooden brocade boxes.

“A-Ze, your grandfather is a very open-minded elder.” Xinghe could still feel the genuine kindness radiating from Old Master Lu. Before the visit, he had worried that a patriarch of such a family might look down on his background—perhaps using sharp, veiled words to make him retreat. None of that happened. Instead, he felt only acceptance and a constant effort to preserve his dignity.

“That’s because you are good, Brother.” No one knew the Old Master better than Lu Jingze. While the Old Master respected his grandchildren’s choices, not everyone received a personal gift. His own mother, for instance, had never received one.

Lu Jingze pulled Xinghe into his arms like a priceless treasure. “Brother, you have no idea how truly wonderful you are.”

Xinghe didn’t quite understand what “good” meant in Lu Jingze’s eyes. He lowered his gaze and gently hugged him back. “You are wonderful, too.”

Lu Jingze’s hands paused for a beat before he rested his head on Xinghe’s shoulder.

Screech— The car braked violently.

Lu Jingze instinctively shielded Xinghe, his warm gaze instantly turning lethal.

“President Lu, someone is driving the wrong way to block our path,” the driver reported hurriedly.

Lu Jingze’s face darkened. “Brother, wait for me in the car.”

The vehicle blocking them was a red Aston Martin. Xinghe frowned, feeling uneasy. “A-Ze, let me go with you…”

“No need. Stay here.” Lu Jingze already knew who it was and didn’t want Xinghe to hear the filth that was about to come out of her mouth.

Rumble! Thunder rolled across the sky. The clear day had vanished in an instant. Xinghe gripped his fists as he watched Lu Jingze walk toward the red sports car.

The car door swung open, and a beautiful woman in red high heels stepped out, clutching a Hermès bag. Without a word, she lunged forward and slapped Lu Jingze.

Slap! The crisp sound echoed through the night, competing with the thunder.

“Lu Jingze, what right do you have to send Ji Yuheng away?!”

“Who gave you the nerve to touch him?!”

The woman swung her heavy bag at him. A zipper caught Lu Jingze’s cheek, leaving a thin, bloody scratch. His expression didn’t change; he remained eerily cold.

“The laws of this country gave me the nerve,” he said flatly.

“Heh, and where did your ‘evidence’ come from? Illegally hacking computers and stealing private information? You think you’re clean, Lu Jingze?”

“I’m warning you—save Ji Yuheng. Otherwise, I will personally send you to prison!” Madam Lu narrowed her eyes, which were filled with pure malice. Looking at Lu Jingze’s phoenix eyes—which were a mirror image of his father’s—made her skin crawl with disgust.

“Ji Yuheng’s fate is sealed. Life imprisonment and astronomical fines. If you want to send me in, do it now,” Lu Jingze replied, staring at the woman who had birthed him but hadn’t given him a minute of maternal love in over twenty years.

“I truly regret having a moment of mercy when I was pregnant with you. I should never have let you be born! You’re a piece of trash, just as disgusting as your father!” she shrieked. “He ruined the first half of my life; are you going to ruin the second? Without Yuheng, how am I supposed to live?!”

Lu Jingze’s shoulders shook as he let out a dry laugh. “Madam Lu, you’re strong and your grip is firm. You seem to be living just fine.”

Madam Lu’s hands shook with rage. “I’m not threatening you. If anything happens to the Ji family, I will make sure you suffer the consequences.”

“Madam Lu, the law is heartless. I suggest you stay law-abiding yourself, or I might have to go through the trouble of sending you in as well.”

Driven to madness, she swung her bag again with full force. This time, however, the bag didn’t hit him. Someone had stepped out of the car, pulled Lu Jingze back, and shielded him.

Wang Xinghe stood before the beautiful Madam Lu. His eyes were as cold as frost, his voice trembling with controlled anger.

“I used to believe all mothers loved their children. My mother raised me and my sister with nothing but love. I thought that was the way of the world until I met you, Madam Lu.”

“It turns out some people truly don’t love their own children.”

“You made him suffer. You made him envy others. You made it so he never learned how to be loved.”

Behind him, Lu Jingze’s eyes turned red. His vision blurred as he stared at the back of the man standing in his defense.

Madam Lu sneered at Xinghe. “Hah, and what are you? Just another piece of trash who climbed into a bed to change your social class. What right do you have to lecture me?”

Lu Jingze’s expression turned murderous, but Xinghe held his arm firmly.

Xinghe looked her in the eye. “You are an elder, and I have no right to lecture you on personal matters. But as his lover, I will not allow anyone to hurt him—not even the woman who gave birth to him.”

“Madam Lu, Lu Jingze had no choice in his birth. You can ignore him, neglect him, or refuse to love him for your own reasons, but please, do not hurt him again.”

“Because from the very beginning, he did nothing wrong. He never hurt you.”

Madam Lu let out a cold laugh. “So what? What good could come from the son of a rapist? Not strangling him at birth was my only act of mercy.”

“But he never failed you,” Xinghe said, not retreating an inch. “In all fairness, you are the one who failed him.”

She looked at Xinghe, then at Lu Jingze, who was being held back by Xinghe’s grip. “You’ve certainly found a good dog. Quite the silver-tongued one.”

She climbed back into her Aston Martin and sped away, leaving the smell of burnt rubber in the air.

Lu Jingze’s tears finally spilled over, flowing over Xinghe’s fingers as he covered Lu’s mouth to keep him from shouting back. Lu Jingze pulled Xinghe into a crushing hug, his entire body trembling—not with sadness, but with a searing, helpless rage.

“Why did she say those things to you…”

“What right does she have…”

“She’s nothing…”

Xinghe patted his back gently. He didn’t care about her insults to him. He only felt a deep, piercing ache for Lu Jingze. To hear such devastating words from one’s own mother was… suffocating.

“A-Ze, don’t listen to her.”

“Grandpa loves you. He protected you. I’m so glad you grew up with him.”

“From now on, Grandpa and I will love you together.”

“Okay?”

Lu Jingze tightened his arms, burying his face in the crook of Xinghe’s neck. His voice was a broken, shaky whisper.

“Okay…”