Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 87

Once Wang Mingyue was medically cleared for discharge, she was transferred directly to a postpartum recovery center. A month later, having completed her “confinement” period, she had recovered exceptionally well.

She looked like a completely different person. There was light back in her eyes, her skin was fair and glowing, and her weight had settled at 110 pounds. Standing at five-foot-seven and approaching forty, she possessed the radiant air of someone in her late twenties.

Lu Jingze followed behind Wang Xinghe, carrying little Yang in one arm, as they arrived to pick her up. Seeing her brother walking toward her with a smile, Mingyue’s expression softened into a grin of her own.

Wang Xinghe naturally took his niece into his arms. “Let’s go, Sister. Don’t go back to your old place; come stay at my house.”

He paused, then added, “Regarding Chen Junsheng—I wanted to ask for your opinion.” For the past month, they had avoided mentioning him entirely so she could focus on her recovery. Now that she was out, it was time.

At the mention of Chen Junsheng’s name, Mingyue’s eyes showed no trace of sorrow—only cold fury. She felt a wave of instinctive nausea. “I want a divorce. As for whether he lives or dies, it has nothing to do with me.”

She sighed softly. “I’ll have to trouble the two of you for a while. Once the divorce is finalized, I’ll find my own place and a job.” Having stared death in the face, everything had become clear to her. For the sake of her child, she intended to live a good life.

In Lu Jingze’s arms, little Yang let out a giggling chirp. He reached out a chubby little hand, trying to touch the baby girl in Xinghe’s arms.

“Sister—” Yang called out in a milky, toddler voice.

Looking at Lu Jingze with a meaningful gaze, Mingyue spoke to him for the first time. “Is this your child?”

Having grown up under his sister’s “strict discipline,” Wang Xinghe felt his internal alarms go off at that look. He rushed to explain, “Sister, he’s my child.”

Mingyue’s eyes widened in shock. It took a long moment before she managed a single word: “Impressive.”

Wang Xinghe broke into a cold sweat.

The Grand Estate

As the three of them drove back in a business van, little Yang was the most active person in the vehicle. He refused to settle down until he was allowed to hold onto the corner of his sister’s swaddle.

“Yang certainly seems to love his sister,” Lu Jingze said, his eyes curving into a warm smile.

Mingyue held her baby, looking at the adorable Yang with a flicker of gentle maternal love. However, her expression soon dimmed. “Xinghe, surrogacy is illegal. Where did this child really come from?” Having carried a child for ten months, she understood the hardships of motherhood better than anyone.

“It’s not like that, Sister. This child has a bit of a sad story; it wasn’t surrogacy,” Xinghe explained quickly.

Before he could elaborate, the car turned into a sprawling estate. Mingyue froze as she saw the highly trained, uniformed security personnel at the gates. “Where are we going?”

“Oh… we’re home,” Xinghe said, glancing out the window.

Mingyue was utterly bewildered. “?”

“There’s a vacant villa just a short distance behind the main house. I’ve already had it cleaned for you,” Lu Jingze said politely. “Sister Mingyue, Xinghe will feel more at ease if you live here. Being close means we can look after one another.”

Taking in the magnificent, high-tech estate, Mingyue felt her breath hitch. She realized then that Lu Jingze’s identity was far from simple. Having lived in Beijing for ten years, she knew the city was a “hidden dragon, crouching tiger” kind of place. But the scale of this complex, situated on such prime real estate, suggested that the handsome, commanding man before her was more powerful than she could have imagined.

Suddenly, she felt a pang of worry for her “silly” brother. The gap between social classes was a chasm that was rarely crossed—especially between two men.

After they settled into the villa, a fleet of servants, nutritionists, and childcare specialists swarmed in to assist. Mingyue moved in with a heavy heart.

A Lesson in Independence

Lu Jingze noticed the lack of joy in Mingyue’s eyes. He didn’t push the issue, instead patting Xinghe on the shoulder. “Xinghe, stay and chat with Sister Mingyue. I have to head to the office.”

“Alright. Will you be back for lunch?” Xinghe asked naturally, as he always did.

“Yes, I’ll be back.” Lu Jingze’s gaze softened. He gave Mingyue a polite nod. “Sister Mingyue, I’ll take my leave now.”

“Um… oh, alright. Thank you,” Mingyue stammered, snapping out of her thoughts.

Lu Jingze placed Yang into Xinghe’s arms. Xinghe sat on the sofa, dotingly rubbing the toddler’s small hand with a look of pure tenderness.

After a long silence, Mingyue finally spoke. “Xinghe, what is his full name?”

“Lu Jingze. Lu as in the continent, Jing as in the capital’s sunlight, and Ze as in a blessing upon the world.”

“Lu.” It was a surname that was both common and legendary. Throughout five thousand years of history, many greats had carried it. Mingyue couldn’t judge his exact status by a name alone, but the environment spoke for itself.

“Are you two… serious?” Mingyue asked, her voice tight with worry. After being scarred by Chen Junsheng and Lu Ming, she felt a visceral disgust toward the idea of “closeted” men. “What if he ends up treating you like a ‘beard’ or a cover-up?”

“Xinghe, one must have self-awareness. The gap between us and him is too vast.” Though the words were painful, she felt they were the truth. To her, this felt like a temporary infatuation—a craving for a beautiful face that couldn’t possibly last.

“Sister, I know you mean well,” Xinghe said softly. “But I love him, and I am willing to be with him. No matter how many years we walk together or what we endure, that is our destiny. If we ever reach a point where we can no longer move forward, then it simply means our fate has run its course. When that happens, I will face it calmly.”

He looked at her earnestly. “You should do the same. Chen Junsheng isn’t worth your lingering sorrow. Move forward with your daughter; the future is bright. A person cannot always depend on others. A person is, first and foremost, an independent individual.”

Mingyue opened her mouth to speak but found herself staring at a brother who was gentle yet firm—and remarkably clear-headed. For a moment, she didn’t recognize him. He was still her brother, but he had developed a core of immense strength.

“A-Ze and I have prepared a gift for my niece. We’ll give it to you when he returns at noon.” Xinghe’s amber eyes remained warm.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had cleared Mingyue’s mind. Who could ever truly guarantee a lifetime with someone? Conversely, who was to say they couldn’t last?

“Alright,” Mingyue said. Her anxiety remained, but it was no longer as suffocating as when she first arrived. Xinghe was right. One must be their own person before they can be part of a crowd. Her fear of being abandoned was merely a reflection of her own internal weakness and lack of self-reliance.

Watching Xinghe stroke Yang’s cheek like a loving father, Mingyue managed a small smile. “Xinghe, why don’t you give her a name? From now on, her surname will be Wang.”

Xinghe paused, surprised that his sister hadn’t chosen a name in over a month. “How about Anning? Wang Anning.”

Mingyue nodded, smiling. “Wang Anning. It’s a beautiful name.”

“Ningning~ your name is Ningning now!”