Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 94

Before Lu Ming could leave the city, news of Chen Junsheng’s downfall broke.

The 100 million yuan Chen had invested vanished into thin air. He was unable to repay bank loans, and it was discovered he had embezzled public funds from his partners. Chen Junsheng went into hiding and, in desperation, called Lu Ming.

“Hello, Xiao Ming? Where are you? Why is there a stranger living in the apartment?”

Lu Ming remained silent for a long time before speaking. “Brother Chen, we’ve already broken up. I sold the apartment for four million.”

“Can you lend me some to help with the emergency? Even one million would do.” Chen Junsheng was truly at the end of his rope.

“I’ll transfer it all to you, Brother Chen. But don’t call me again after this.”

“Xiao Ming, all my cards are frozen. Tell me where you are, I’ll come find you…”

Lu Ming thought for a moment. “No need. I’ll come to you and give you the card.”

They met at a secluded guesthouse Chen had booked using someone else’s ID. Inside, Chen Junsheng was haggard, covered in stubble, and surrounded by empty beer bottles.

“Brother Chen, here is the four million.” Lu Ming handed over the card.

Chen Junsheng’s eyes reddened instantly. He reached out with trembling hands to hug him. “Xiao Ming, I’m sorry…”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s all in the past.” Lu Ming stepped back, avoiding the embrace.

Chen’s hand froze in mid-air. With a heavy sigh, he handed Lu Ming a USB drive. “If I get arrested, find a way to post the contents of this online. Consider it my last request.”

“Okay,” Lu Ming promised. Whether he would actually do it was another matter entirely.

The Aftermath

The news of Chen Junsheng’s arrest wasn’t a massive headline in Beijing, but the fact that the plaintiff was Lu Jingze’s legal team piqued people’s curiosity. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Chen Junsheng would likely never walk out of prison again.

Wang Mingyue’s divorce settlement included 50 million yuan and the villa. As for the company shares, she didn’t want them—she wanted nothing to do with anything he had touched. Lu Jingze didn’t force her; instead, he had He Zheng send a representative to manage the shares so that Mingyue would receive annual dividends based on the company’s profits.

A week before leaving for Xinjiang, Lu Ming went to see his brother, Lu Wang.

“Brother,” Lu Ming smiled, pretending everything was normal.

Lu Wang was currently overwhelmed by the chaos surrounding the company and Chen Junsheng. He didn’t notice anything unusual about his younger brother.

“Brother, I’ve accepted an internship in Xinjiang. I’ll probably be there for two years. I’ll take the civil service exam while I’m there; if I pass, I’ll come back.”

“That far?” Lu Wang asked, surprised. “Why Xinjiang?”

“I agreed to go with some classmates,” Lu Ming lied smoothly.

“Well, you’re an adult now. It’s good for a young man to go out and see the world.” Lu Wang ruffled his hair. “Your sister-in-law is pregnant, and things at work are a mess, so I haven’t checked on you lately. I’ll transfer a few thousand to you later. If you need more, just ask.”

Lu Ming shook his head. “My room and board are covered, and I have some savings. Once I start earning more, I’ll buy a gold lock for my nephew.”

He didn’t dare give his brother large sums of money now for fear of raising suspicion, but he knew he could help if Lu Wang ever faced a true financial crisis.

The Handover

“Brother, do you have Xinghe’s phone number? I have something to talk to him about.”

Lu Wang was cautious. “Xinghe? I do, but let me ask him first.”

At the estate, Wang Xinghe was playing with the children when his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he answered, “Hello, Brother Wang.”

“Xinghe, my brother Lu Ming wants your number. Is that okay?”

Xinghe’s eyes darkened slightly, but he agreed. “Yes, that’s fine.”

An hour later, Lu Ming called. After a moment of mutual silence, Lu Ming spoke: “Brother Xinghe, I’m sorry. I have some things I think are better off in your hands.”

They agreed to meet at a cafe. Xinghe arrived in a modest Maybach, avoiding the more ostentatious cars in the garage. As he entered the cafe, he drew everyone’s attention. The “rough” edges of the noodle shop owner had vanished; months of painting and living at the estate had given him an air of refined elegance.

Lu Ming was stunned. Is this really the same Wang Xinghe?

Xinghe sat down and looked at Lu Ming calmly. “We won’t pursue you and your friend for the money you took from Chen Junsheng. After all, you were a victim in the beginning, too.”

Lu Ming turned pale. As expected, nothing escaped the Prince’s notice. “Then why did you agree to see me?”

“This USB drive was given to me by Chen Junsheng,” Lu Ming said, sliding it across the table. “It contains ‘evidence’ he wanted me to release—claims that Lu Jingze suppressed him for your sake and ‘tricked’ him into bad investments. There’s also a video of him kneeling in the garage, edited to look like Lu Jingze was assaulting him to force a divorce.”

“I didn’t post it. I’m giving it to you to handle. Chen Junsheng and I are finished.”

Then, Lu Ming pushed a plain manila envelope toward him. “Please give this to Sister Mingyue. Regardless of everything, some apologies need to be said out loud.”

Xinghe took the items. “I’ll pass it on.”

As he rose to leave, Xinghe added one final thought: “In the future, remember to go to the police first. Besides, your brother isn’t the type who can’t survive without someone else’s charity.”

Lu Ming nodded. “Thank you. There won’t be a ‘future’ like that again.”

Lu Ming watched him leave and smiled faintly. There would be no “future” for him in Beijing. He didn’t plan on settling here again, nor did he plan on looking for another boyfriend. Chen Junsheng and Li Kuo had shown him a reality he wanted no part of.

Pure love like that between Wang Xinghe and Lu Jingze was too rare. Most of it was just… messy. He was tired.