Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 85

When the nanny placed a soft, cute little “meatball” of a child into Wang Xinghe’s arms, Xinghe’s entire body went stiff.

“This… this…” Sensing the tiny, soft life in his embrace, a wave of tenderness washed over Xinghe’s heart.

“Ba-ba~” the milky little voice suddenly chirped.

Xinghe’s heart was struck instantly. His face flushed a soft pink. The little toddler seemed to take an immediate liking to him; from the moment Xinghe held him, he refused to go to anyone else. He wanted Xinghe to hold him while eating and while sleeping.

Watching from the sidelines, Lu Jingze was nearly driven mad with jealousy.

“Brother, pay attention to me! Don’t just look at that brat, look at me too!” Lu Jingze pouted, leaning against the headboard to compete for attention.

To his surprise, the toddler suddenly reached out his chubby arms toward Lu Jingze and shouted, “Ba-ba~ Hug~”

Lu Jingze froze. Part of it was the sheer embarrassment of being called “Dad” by his own half-brother (which messed up the family hierarchy), but the other part was… well, the kid was undeniably cute.

Seeing Lu Jingze’s awkward, “tsundere” expression, Xinghe laughed and stuffed little Xiangyang into Lu’s arms. Lu Jingze went rigid.

Xiangyang hooked his arms around Lu’s neck and giggled. “Ba-ba~”

In that instant, Lu Jingze’s heart was truly touched. Seeing the tiny meatball held by the muscular, broad-shouldered Lu Jingze—who looked both stiff and incredibly cautious—Xinghe couldn’t help but smile. He grabbed his phone and snapped a photo of them.

“Brother, don’t take photos of him! Only take photos of me!” Lu Jingze grumbled, though his hands were instinctively bouncing the child gently.

Xinghe saw right through him but said nothing, simply sending the heartwarming photo to Lu Jingze’s phone.

Once the toddler grew tired, the nannies took him to the nursery for a nap. Lu Jingze’s stiff back finally relaxed. He turned to Xinghe, seeking a hug. “Brother, hug me.”

Xinghe laughed at the sudden clinginess. “What is it?”

“I don’t know. I suddenly feel a new kind of emotion, something beyond just ‘happiness,'” Lu Jingze admitted. It wasn’t the fire of passion or the steady stream of friendship; it was something else that tugged at his heartstrings.

Xinghe understood. He searched for the right words. “It’s the responsibility of becoming a father for the first time, perhaps.”

Xinghe felt that same miraculous sensation. Although men cannot give birth or experience the hardship of pregnancy, the moment they hold a soft, tiny life, a sense of mission—to protect a home—is born.

With Xiangyang in the house, Xinghe’s mood noticeably improved. Because of Lu Jingze, he no longer resisted medical treatment. Today, two hospital directors and a psychological expert arrived at the manor.

In the quiet study, Xinghe was incredibly cooperative. He filled out the psychological tests with total honesty while Lu Jingze waited nervously outside.

Creeak— The director opened the door and stepped out. Lu Jingze peeked inside; Xinghe was lying on the sofa, seemingly undergoing some physical reaction tests.

Lu Jingze pulled the director aside. “Director, how is he?”

“All results indicate that Xinghe is moving in a positive direction. But don’t be impatient. While he hasn’t moved completely out of the mild-to-moderate range yet, I believe he will get there sooner or later.”

Depression is a disease—the accumulation of countless small wounds pressed into the heart with no release. The healing process is slow. It doesn’t vanish because of one or two surprises or a single month of joy. It requires medication, human connection, and psychological support to slowly unburden those wounds.

Lu Jingze felt a slight pang of disappointment. Over the past six months, Xinghe had seemed almost like a healthy person to him. “Director, I thought he would have taken a giant leap forward, but it’s only a small step…”

The director understood the family’s desire for health. “Xinghe is willing to cooperate with the treatment. From a psychological standpoint, we call this ‘self-rescue.’ He wants to get better. For a depression patient, that is a massive step.”

Lu Jingze was stunned. “Is that so…”

“Yes. His desire to get better likely comes from the immense love and care from those around him. It’s making him struggle to climb out of the mire. I believe one day, you will both hold hands on the shore.”

“Thank you.” Lu Jingze let out a quiet sigh of relief, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

“He Zheng, see the directors out. Push this afternoon’s meeting to 7:30 PM,” Lu Jingze instructed. He wanted to stay with Xinghe.

After the guests left, Xinghe came out of the study, stretching his aching shoulders. Lu Jingze stepped up to massage his neck, leading him to the sofa in the living room. Under Lu’s strong, skilled hands, Xinghe closed his eyes in comfort.

Looking at Xinghe’s long, dark eyelashes, Lu Jingze’s gaze overflowed with warmth. “Brother, thank you for being willing to walk toward me.”

Xinghe opened his eyes and patted Lu’s head. “What are you talking about, you dummy?”

“I should be the one thanking you. You threw beam after beam of light into my dark life. You were like a shot of adrenaline, making a dying heart beat again.” Xinghe didn’t want to hide anything. “If it weren’t for you, my condition might have worsened until I couldn’t control myself.”

Lu Jingze felt a wave of fear, remembering the time they spent apart and how he had broken Xinghe’s heart. “Brother, thank you for giving me another chance.”

Xinghe turned and gave him a soft smile. “Idiot.”

Ring, ring, ring— Xinghe’s phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, his brow furrowed. “The City Hospital.”

He picked up. “Hello?”

“Is this the family of Wang Mingyue? The pregnant woman was in a car accident. We can’t reach her husband. Can you come over immediately?” The nurse’s voice was frantic.

Xinghe’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. “I’m coming right now!”