Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 93

“You’re certainly candid,” Lu Ming said, speechless.

Li Kuo was a truly calculating individual—blatantly unscrupulous and driven purely by self-interest.

Li Kuo leaned in closer, his eyes bright. “I rarely tell the truth, and I’m even more rarely candid. Think of today’s honesty as a bonus for liking you, how about that?”

Lu Ming cupped Li Kuo’s face, looking down at him. “Li Kuo, remember your own words. Today, I’m simply hiring an escort. The fee is your twenty percent cut.”

Li Kuo laughed, pinned him to the sofa, and leaned down to kiss him. The movement was fierce and urgent, like sparks hitting dry tinder.

They didn’t fall asleep until four in the morning. By eight, Li Kuo had already finished washing up and was heading out with his car keys.

Lu Ming opened his eyes, exhausted. “You only slept four hours. Can you even function?”

Li Kuo looked radiant. “Four hours is plenty. See you at school this afternoon.” He kissed Lu Ming on the forehead and left.

Lu Ming intended to go back to sleep, but he noticed a notebook filled with writing on the nightstand. He sat up and opened it. To his shock, it was a complete script Li Kuo had written for him. Some parts even included specific lines to memorize.

Lines like, “Chen Junsheng, to me, you are the best man in the world.”

Lu Ming felt sick just reading it. He couldn’t fathom how Li Kuo could write such things. Had the man really skipped sleep just to finish this? Was he some kind of superhuman?

The Performance of a Lifetime

For reasons Lu Ming couldn’t quite name, he began to follow Li Kuo’s script. Chen Junsheng’s visits shifted from once every two weeks to once a week, then to once a day. He seemed more infatuated than ever. During this time, he transferred over a million yuan to Lu Ming. Looking at his bank balance, Lu Ming felt completely dazed.

One day, Li Kuo called. “Lu Ming, I have solid information that the Beijing Prince is moving against Chen Junsheng. We need to wrap this up immediately. We can’t wait any longer.”

Lu Ming shivered. “Alright.”

Following the plan, Li Kuo introduced another young man to Chen Junsheng—an “escort” who worked in the industry. Li Kuo had helped him out in the past, and the boy was more than happy to play his part. He charmed Chen Junsheng effortlessly.

The boy led Chen to a suite above a club. Before they even entered the room, the boy intentionally clung to Chen for a kiss in the hallway.

“Brother Chen… you…” Lu Ming’s voice rang out.

Standing behind him were several friends Li Kuo had recruited to pose as university students. Startled, Chen Junsheng quickly pushed the boy away and rushed toward Lu Ming. “Xiao Ming, you—”

“I was just out with friends…” Lu Ming lowered his head. Chen Junsheng pulled him away.

Lu Ming wiped away tears, remaining silent the whole way back. There was genuine heartbreak mixed in with the acting. From the age of eighteen to twenty-two—these four years—he could no longer tell if he was a person named Lu Ming or just a piece of trash.

“Xiao Ming…” Chen Junsheng said, sounding frustrated with himself.

“It’s okay, Brother Chen,” Lu Ming said, using the “retreat to advance” tactic. “After all, I’m not eighteen or nineteen anymore. It’s understandable that you’d find someone else more refreshing.”

“Xiao Ming, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again…”

“I forgive you, Brother Chen. Don’t blame yourself. It’s my fault for not being good enough, not being attractive enough to keep you…”

It didn’t take long for Lu Ming to “forgive” him, and he became even more clingy than before. Finally, they reached the final stage of the plan.

The Final Move

Lu Ming staged a “kidnapping” with the help of Li Kuo’s friends. Chen Junsheng, his guilt reaching a peak, brought ten million yuan in cash to “ransom” Lu Ming. Li Kuo took the cash but didn’t deposit it immediately.

Lu Ming was stunned that the plan actually worked; it felt like a fever dream.

“Only one step left, Lu Ming,” Li Kuo said. “Tell him you were assaulted during the kidnapping. Fake depression, fake suicidal tendencies. Make yourself look disheveled, disgusting. It’s best if you simulate some loss of bladder control.”

“He will lose interest in you very quickly. Once he does, we’ll stage one last encounter where you catch him cheating again. This time, instead of being quiet, you’ll scream and cause a massive scene. He’ll be completely fed up with you. Then, you simply vanish.”

Lu Ming did exactly as he was told. He made himself look filthy and repulsive. As expected, after a few visits to the apartment, Chen Junsheng stopped coming. Looking at the unkempt, foul-smelling Lu Ming, Chen felt a wave of genuine revulsion.

The opportunity for the final blow arrived. A drunken Chen Junsheng took an interest in a new boy who looked about thirty percent like the old Lu Ming. To avoid trouble, Chen didn’t stay at the club but took the boy to a different hotel.

As they exited the club, the new boy clung to Chen for a kiss. Lu Ming, wearing makeup that made him look deathly pale and sickly, “coincidentally” walked right into them.

This time, Lu Ming lunged at him like a madman. “Chen Junsheng! You have no heart!”

Chen Junsheng was truly finished with him. He looked at the haggard, messy Lu Ming with disgust. “I’ve spent plenty of money on you over the years. Keep the apartment as compensation. Let’s just end this cleanly.”

When Lu Ming tried to grapple with him again, he was pulled away by security guards Li Kuo had arranged in advance. Chen Junsheng gave a final look of loathing at the disheveled man crumpled on the ground and drove away with his new companion.

A New Beginning

Sitting by the roadside and watching Chen’s car disappear, Lu Ming let out a self-deprecating laugh. The days following the performance felt hollow. He walked aimlessly through the bright, bustling city for hours.

When he finally returned to the apartment, he found it had been scrubbed clean. Li Kuo, wearing an apron, walked over and handed him a new bank card. “Your new card. The PIN is your birthday. Don’t forget to transfer my fee.”

Lu Ming hummed in response and took a shower. The pale, sickly makeup washed away, revealing his naturally healthy complexion. He felt exhausted, yet everything felt surreal. He set up his mobile banking, changed the PIN, and transferred three million yuan to Li Kuo.

Li Kuo was puzzled. “Why an extra million?”

“Sell the apartment for me too. It should go for at least four million,” Lu Ming said. The complex wasn’t the most expensive in Beijing, but its proximity to many offices made it high in demand.

“Alright.” Li Kuo served him dinner.

That night, they lay in bed together, but neither of them moved to do anything more.

At dawn the next day, a buyer arrived. They were thrilled with the decor and the location, paying 4.05 million yuan on the spot. Lu Ming finalized the transfer. He took all the “toys,” all the clothes from his past life, and threw them into the trash.

Li Kuo watched him from behind.

“Li Kuo, you aren’t short on money now,” Lu Ming said. “Walk the right path from now on. Your internship is coming up. I’m moving away—I don’t plan on coming back to Beijing.”

Lu Ming was saying goodbye to the past—those four absurd, disgusting years.

Li Kuo looked into his eyes and nodded. “Tell me when you’re leaving. I’ll see you off.”

From a list of corporate placements, Lu Ming chose Xinjiang—a place that was beautiful, wild, and very far away. He intended to distance himself from his old life forever.