Chapter 29: The Favorite in Jing Circle’s Master Lu’s Arms Has Crashed (2)

Chapter 29: The Favorite in Jing Circle's Master Lu's Arms Has Crashed (2)

There was no need to think about it; Lu Wuqing must hate him now, after all, he had taken the happiness of Lu Wuqing’s first twenty years.

Although Song Chuyi couldn’t be entirely blamed for this, given Lu Wuqing’s personality, he probably wouldn’t consider that, would he?

Song Chuyi got up, remembering that Song Mu had called him downstairs earlier. He quickly tidied himself and headed down.

As he approached the stairs, he saw a man sitting on the sofa from a distance.

The man wore a washed-out outfit, his hair slightly long, covering his eyebrows and eyes.

His hands were clasped together, showing signs of nervousness.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, the man looked up, and a pair of gloomy eyes met Song Chuyi’s gaze.

Song Chuyi raised his hand, waved, and greeted him warmly, "Hello!"

This must be the real young master, Lu Wuqing. But why is he dressed so shabbily?

According to the background provided by Xiaotong, wasn't Lu Wuqing already the head of the largest bodyguard company in the country, controlling both the black and white markets?

With this doubt in mind, Song Chuyi descended the stairs.

Seeing him come down, Song’s father spoke with a stern face.

"This is Lu Wuqing, our biological son."

Song Chuyi had heard about the true and false young masters before, but he had never seen Lu Wuqing in person.

Now that the original body had run away, it was up to him to take over.

Song Chuyi nodded at his father, "Uncle, I understand."

He sat down obediently, legs together, hands resting on his knees.

"I will return to my real home."

"Thank you, Uncle and Aunt, for taking care of me all these years."

Hearing this, both Song’s parents were stunned. Although Song Chuyi wasn’t their biological son, they had developed feelings for him over the years.

They hadn’t intended to make Song Chuyi leave when they brought back Lu Wuqing.

They believed Song Chuyi wouldn’t leave the Song family, knowing his character well after raising him for so long.

He was usually arrogant and extravagant, spending money without restraint.

They had often joked that Song Chuyi didn’t seem like their child, but they never expected it to be true.

Both parents were university professors. While not as wealthy as some tycoons, they had saved a considerable amount over the years and were well-respected in academic circles, attracting many connections. Song Chuyi had lived a comfortable life.

People find it hard to give up what they have, so they firmly believed Song Chuyi wouldn’t leave the Song family.

Unexpectedly, Song Chuyi proposed returning to his original family and even changed how he addressed them.

Song’s parents exchanged glances, unsure what to do.

Song Chuyi felt it was nothing unusual and continued, "Can I keep my current surname instead of changing back to my biological father’s?"

"The surname Song is nice; I really like it."

Song’s father agreed, "Sure."

Satisfied, Song Chuyi stood up, walked to Lu Wuqing, and bent down with a bright smile.

"Master Lu, I’m giving your things back to you, okay~"

Lu Wuqing silently watched Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi was wearing only a short-sleeved shirt with a wide neckline, revealing his collarbones when he bent down.

His pale, delicate collarbones, though just bones between neck and shoulders, exuded a fragile beauty wrapped in milk-white skin.

It was a fragile beauty, vulnerable yet captivating.

Lu Wuqing’s heart beat faster, but he quickly looked away.

His previously crossed hands relaxed, one resting on his thigh, fingers tensed.

"Lu Wu is an alcoholic and gambler, Qi Fang is weak and incompetent. Are you sure you want to go back?"

Song Chuyi nodded firmly, "Of course, they are my biological parents."

More importantly, he wasn’t sure if Xiaotong meant for him to make Lu Wuqing feel parental love from the Song family or the Lu family.

If it was the Song family, it would be easier, but if it was the Lu family, it would be more complicated. So he needed to prepare first.

Lu Wuqing’s eyes narrowed, inadvertently revealing the aura of someone in power.

He had deliberately dressed poorly to see what kind of people his biological parents and the one who had dominated his first twenty-three years were.

Song’s parents’ reaction was as expected—no contempt, but a clear sense of unfamiliarity and distance.

But Song Chuyi’s eyes were clear and clean, as if he couldn’t see the man’s impoverished state.

Lu Wuqing raised his hand, revealing a red mark on his right wrist, as if struck by a wooden stick.

"Lu Wu is still abusive."

That red mark seemed to serve as proof, a shocking accusation of Lu Wu's domestic violence.

Song Chuyi nodded thoughtfully, "That does sound troublesome."

He patted Lu Wuqing on the shoulder, "Brother Lu, it's getting late. I need to head back. Why don't we exchange WeChat contacts? We can talk more when we have time."

Lu Wuqing: ...

He couldn’t quite understand Song Chuyi anymore.

After speaking so clearly and even showing “evidence,” this person still wanted to return to the Lu family?

He stared at him for two seconds before taking out his phone and adding him on WeChat.

Seeing that he had the contact information, Song Chuyi bid farewell to his parents again, waved, and left.

Song Mu watched Song Chuyi’s back with concern, murmuring, "He didn’t even take his luggage. How will he live at home?"

Sitting across from her, Lu Wuqing’s eyes flashed with mockery. Not even taking his luggage—didn’t that mean he planned to come back?

What a good act of playing hard to get.

Lu Wuqing played with his phone for a moment, then stood up and nodded to his biological parents.

"Since I've seen you today, I'll leave now."

Song Mu hurriedly got up, "Xiao Qing, aren’t you staying for the night?"

"No need. I rented a place outside and won’t be coming home," Lu Wuqing said as he walked away. "I have work to do, so I can’t stay longer."

Song Mu added, "Then come home for dinner on the weekend."

Lu Wuqing waved his hand without turning around, unclear if he was agreeing or not.

After leaving the Song family, Lu Wuqing did not go directly to his residence or back to the company. Instead, he drove to an old neighborhood far from the city center.

This neighborhood was nearly thirty years old, with dilapidated infrastructure. Some local elderly people and young workers lived there, making it somewhat lively.

At the entrance of the neighborhood, food stalls emitted a nauseating smell of cheap cooking oil.

Lu Wuqing sat in his car, one hand resting on the steering wheel, watching the entrance.

Taking a shortcut, he was sure to arrive faster than Song Chuyi by taxi.

But after half an hour, Song Chuyi still hadn’t shown up, deepening the mockery in Lu Wuqing’s eyes.

Time quickly passed, another half hour later, and Song Chuyi still hadn’t returned.

Dusk approached, and the sunset cast a blood-red glow over the old neighborhood.

It was at this moment that Song Chuyi stepped off a swaying bus.

As soon as he touched the ground, the red light of the setting sun seemed to lose some of its harshness and gained a touch of gentleness.

Lu Wuqing’s hand on the steering wheel suddenly tightened.

Song Chuyi... actually came back by bus.