Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 92

Lu Ming got out of bed and waited for Li Kuo by the bathroom door. When the door opened, a wave of steam and the scent of body wash rushed out.

Their eyes met. Li Kuo froze for a moment before offering an apology. “It was too hot, so I took a quick shower. I have to deliver some documents early tomorrow morning and didn’t want to wake you by asking later.”

“It’s fine,” Lu Ming replied. “I’ve made up my mind. What’s your plan for me to get away from Chen Junsheng with my skin intact and money in my pocket?”

He paused, then added, “If it works, I’ll give you a cut as a reward.”

A flash of surprise crossed Li Kuo’s dark, deep eyes. “I can draft a detailed plan for you. We’ll play on his psychology and take the moral high ground. We’ll make him feel so guilty that he’ll feel forced to let you go—and forced to compensate you.”

Lu Ming looked at him. “I can only give you twenty percent of the take.”

Li Kuo nodded. “Twenty percent is plenty.”

At this moment, Lu Ming had no idea just how formidable Li Kuo’s methods truly were.

“The plan is as follows…” Li Kuo sat him down on the sofa and began writing in his notebook. His handwriting was bold and powerful, the script of a man who acted with absolute decisiveness.

“Initial target amount: ten million yuan.”

The figure made Lu Ming jump. “That much?! He’ll never give it!”

“The divorce settlement Chen Junsheng gave his wife was only ten million and a house.”

Li Kuo’s expression didn’t flicker. “That’s just the starting target. If I were you, my goal would be double that—twenty million.”

Lu Ming was speechless.

“Lu Ming, you’re too naive. In this world, nothing is absolutely impossible. A ‘Prince’ of the Beijing circles can fall in love with a commoner and give up his family for love. Extracting ten million from Chen Junsheng will sting him, but it won’t ruin him.”

Lu Ming was still in the dark regarding the situation between Lu Jingze and Wang Xinghe. “What ‘Prince’ of Beijing?”

Li Kuo didn’t gatekeep. He pulled up his phone and found two photos. “This is Lu Jingze, the original heir-apparent to the Lu family in Beijing.” In the photo, Lu Jingze’s phoenix eyes were sharp, his broad shoulders filling out a bespoke suit with an air of pure dominance.

Lu Ming’s head spun. I’ve seen him… He had no idea the man he’d encountered at the supermarket had such a massive background.

“And this is Wang Xinghe…” Li Kuo scrolled to the next photo. It showed a gentle, strikingly handsome man sitting in a studio, painting.

“Are they… together?” Lu Ming asked suddenly.

“Yes. Word is that back in May, the Prince gave up the family inheritance, kept only his private companies and assets, and went to Qingcheng to chase his love. A month later, he brought the man back to his estate in Beijing. That estate cost ten billion to build, and it’s now been transferred to Wang Xinghe’s name. Everyone in the upper echelons of Beijing knows who Wang Xinghe is.”

“Ten… ten billion?” Lu Ming was genuinely stunned. “Is it made of gold?”

Even if it were made of gold, it shouldn’t cost that much.

“That’s just the Prince’s favorite estate. He has private properties and assets in almost every country. That’s just his personal wealth—the Lu family’s collective assets are a number you can’t even imagine.”

Lu Ming stammered, “How do you know all this?” He had been with Chen Junsheng all this time and hadn’t heard a whisper of it.

“I intend to earn money from the rich, so naturally, I have to understand them,” Li Kuo said, unfazed. “I hear these things during my part-time shifts at high-end clubs and bars while people are gossiping.”

Lu Ming’s face grew increasingly pale. “Do you know who Wang Xinghe is?”

Li Kuo hadn’t managed to dig that deep yet; he only knew the man came from a humble background and got into the Academy of Fine Arts on his own merit.

“He is Wang Mingyue’s younger brother,” Lu Ming whispered. “And Wang Mingyue is Chen Junsheng’s wife.”

If the rumors were true and Lu Jingze was devoted to Wang Xinghe, Li Kuo felt the hair on his arms stand up. His eyes flashed. “My gut tells me Chen Junsheng is about to face a disaster. Lu Ming, take the money and run while you still can. Chen Junsheng won’t have the energy to deal with you soon. Do you believe me?”

This time, Lu Ming believed him. If the man in the photo was truly Lu Jingze, and remembering how fiercely he had protected Wang Xinghe at the supermarket, there was no way he would stay out of Wang Mingyue’s business. No wonder Chen Junsheng said he was divorcing her as soon as the baby was born.

That divorce was likely forced. After all, Chen’s career was on the rise; a public divorce now would be damaging.

“Let’s plan,” Li Kuo said. “We’re both men, and we know how to handle men. When a man spends money, it’s usually out of infatuation, guilt, or simply to avoid a hassle. Which one do you think Chen Junsheng will pay for?”

Lu Ming thought for a moment. The infatuation stage was over, and Chen usually dealt with him with a “hassle-free” mindset, often using Lu Ming’s brother as leverage. “Guilt. I hope he feels some guilt.”

“Alright. This will require coordination. I’ll find another ‘pretty boy’ similar to your type to seduce Chen Junsheng. Then, I’ll set it up so that boy is caught trashing Chen behind his back—calling him an ‘old man’ or ‘weak.’ When they inevitably clash, you need to be exceptionally gentle and clingy. Praise him. Tell him how much you love him.”

Lu Ming listened, looking up at Li Kuo. He was impressed by the aura of logical analysis Li Kuo projected. When would he be able to become that cold, emotionally detached?

Sensing Lu Ming’s distraction, Li Kuo looked up and met his downcast eyes.

“What if he doesn’t love me anymore and feels no guilt at all?” Lu Ming murmured, his gaze dropping. “If he loved me, why would he go out and ‘eat’ elsewhere?”

Lu Ming clenched his slender, fair fingers into a fist. He truly couldn’t understand it.

Li Kuo reached out, tilted Lu Ming’s chin up, and stared into his eyes. “Lu Ming, do you want to get back at him?”

“What…?”

“Kiss me. Betray him. Escape the emotion.” Li Kuo gently stroked Lu Ming’s smooth, beardless chin.

Lu Ming’s face reddened instantly. “Can I… really do that?”

Li Kuo offered an encouraging smile. “Just pretend you’ve hired an escort for the night.”

Lu Ming swallowed hard and leaned in closer to Li Kuo. He looked into his eyes and asked, “Li Kuo, you don’t still like me, do you? I’m just a kept ‘third party.’ Why use such a clumsy way to lure me in?”

Li Kuo’s pupils contracted, but he then gave a candid laugh. “Yes, I do still like you. I just want to have you, and then cut it off, leaving no regrets or lingering memories. My life cannot be dictated by anyone’s emotions—not even yours. Sometimes, I secretly mock Lu Jingze for not knowing how lucky he is. If I were him, the entirety of Beijing would be at my feet. I would make the world carry the name Li, rather than begging for a pittance of love like a child.”