Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 88

At 11:30 AM, Lu Jingze returned to the estate. To celebrate Wang Mingyue’s safe return, the chefs had prepared an array of their finest dishes.

Sitting at the dining table, Mingyue looked at the dozens of lavish dishes—each clearly costing a small fortune—and couldn’t help but feel a sense of constraint. Before the age of twenty-five, she had been a “daughter of heaven”—talented, beautiful, and self-assured, never giving much thought to wealth or status. However, years of being kept and brainwashed by Chen Junsheng had eroded her pride, leaving her with an instinctive sense of inferiority.

Noticing his sister’s unease, Wang Xinghe took the initiative to serve her food. Though the two usually followed the rule of “silence while eating,” the atmosphere at the table was exceptionally lively today.

After lunch, Wang Xinghe brought out a sandalwood chest, about half a foot square, and pushed it toward Mingyue. “Sister, this is a small token from Jingze and me for little Anning.”

Mingyue opened the chest to find several smaller velvet boxes inside. As she opened them one by one, she found a gold longevity lock and matching bracelets. There were also two sets of purple jadeite necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Looking at the sizes, she realized they had all been custom-made specifically for a child.

Deeply moved, she whispered, “Thank you both.”

She closed the box and looked at the man sitting on the opposite sofa, his legs elegantly crossed. “Mr. Lu, may I have a private word with you?”

Wang Xinghe grew tense. “Sister…”

“Don’t worry, Xinghe,” Lu Jingze said, soothing him. He turned to Mingyue with a gentle smile. “Sister Mingyue, let’s talk in the study.”

“Alright.”

The Conversation in the Study

The two sat opposite each other in traditional armchairs on the balcony. The post-meal black tea served by the staff was still steaming.

As the elder, Mingyue held her teacup in both hands and began, “First, let me apologize for causing you so much trouble.”

Lu Jingze’s eyes flickered with a respectful warmth. “Sister Mingyue, you’re being far too polite.”

“I also want to thank you. I heard what happened at the hospital,” she continued, looking at the noble and handsome man before her. “I was told that after the crash and the birth, I suffered a sudden amniotic fluid embolism. You mobilized every blood bank in the surrounding hospitals. I practically had a total blood exchange to get my life back.”

Even though Lu Jingze had deliberately suppressed his dominant aura, Mingyue could still feel the underlying pressure and sense of control in his gaze.

“Sister Mingyue, you should know how much you mean to Xinghe,” Lu Jingze replied. “And Xinghe means just as much to me. We are family. There’s really no need for such formalities.”

Though he was the youngest of the three, his presence was the most formidable. Even in a calm and gentle tone, his natural authority was striking.

“Mr. Lu, I haven’t been a good judge of character in my own life, so I won’t offer advice on who people should be with,” Mingyue said. “I only hope that, regardless of how things go in the future, you don’t end things in a volatile or extreme way.”

She paused. “Of course, if this is a relationship that can last until old age, I support it more than anyone. I’m just saying if…”

Despite the pressure she felt from his status, Mingyue felt that as a sister, she had to be brave enough to say the hard truths upfront.

“There is no ‘if,’ Sister Mingyue,” Lu Jingze said, his voice earnest.

Mingyue didn’t argue; she didn’t quite believe him yet, but she prayed in her heart that her brother had finally found someone he could entrust his life to. She simply smiled. “Our status and backgrounds are worlds apart. I have nothing material to give you, so I can only offer my thanks and blessings.”

“I wish for the two of you to trust each other, to love each other through the storms, and to walk together for a hundred years.” This sentiment, at least, was genuine.

Lu Jingze was visibly moved. He reached out and took Mingyue’s hand. “Thank you, Sister. Rest assured, I will not let Chen Junsheng off the hook.”

At the mention of her husband, Mingyue’s expression darkened. “There is something I want to tell you.”

“Go ahead, Sister.”

“I suspect Chen Junsheng gave me hormonal drugs without my knowledge. And my first miscarriage… I think he secretly gave me abortion pills.” During her month of recovery, she had replayed everything. Once the mask of “love” was stripped away, Chen Junsheng’s actions were full of holes.

“I understand,” Lu Jingze said. “I will gather the evidence. Once his company is bankrupt and he is buried in debt, I will make sure he goes to prison.” In truth, Lu Jingze had already collected everything—things she knew about and things she didn’t. He just wasn’t the type to announce results before the final blow was struck.

“Regardless, thank you, Mr. Lu. If not for you, my brother and I would have fallen into a much deeper abyss. Our background may be ordinary, but we are not beneath anyone. If the day ever comes when you two must say goodbye, we will never be greedy for anything belonging to the Lu family.”

Normally, if someone repeatedly expressed such pessimistic views, Lu Jingze would be annoyed. But Mingyue was a patient struggling with bipolar disorder and depression; he knew that expecting the worst wasn’t a choice she made—it was a symptom of her pain.

“Sister, I won’t make empty verbal promises,” he said soothingly. “Let’s just wait and see. Perhaps in ten, twenty, or fifty years… you will believe me.”

Mingyue smiled and stood up. “Alright. I’m going to see the baby now. Take care of each other.”

Mortal Flesh and Blood

When they emerged from the study, Wang Xinghe stood up quickly from the sofa. Seeing no signs of an argument, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mingyue glanced at him and picked up the sandalwood box. “I’ll accept these gifts on behalf of the baby. Thank you. If you two have things to do, you can leave little Yang with me. Looking after one child is the same as looking after two.”

Lu Jingze nodded with a smile. “Thank you, Sister.”

After Mingyue left for her villa, Xinghe asked cautiously, “What did you talk about?”

Lu Jingze naturally pulled him into his arms. “She blessed us to grow old together.”

Xinghe didn’t believe for a second that his sister only offered blessings behind his back, but he didn’t press for details. He could guess the general tone of the conversation.

He turned around in Lu Jingze’s arms and looked up. “I bet that while she gave her blessing, she doesn’t actually think we’ll last.”

A flicker of sorrow passed through Lu Jingze’s eyes, followed by a look of firm resolve as he held Xinghe tighter. “Others may doubt us, but we will be the couple that proves them wrong.”

Xinghe laughed softly. “A-Ze, you’re so tense. You don’t sound like yourself.”

Lu Jingze paused and leaned back slightly. “Then what am I supposed to sound like?”

Xinghe thought for a moment. “Free-spirited, reckless, looking down upon the world.”

Lu Jingze chuckled. “Xinghe, you’re describing a god. But I… I’m just a mortal of flesh and blood.”