Chapter 30: The Favorite of Master Lu in Jing Circle Has Crashed (3)

Chapter 30: The Favorite of Master Lu in Jing Circle Has Crashed (3)

Although the Song family was not extremely wealthy, they would never take the bus under normal circumstances.

Song Chuyi had never taken a bus either, and Lu Wuqing even suspected that this might be his first time.

He started taking buses after leaving the Song family? Was it just for show?

Lu Wuqing narrowed his eyes, following Song Chuyi with his gaze, lost in thought.

After getting off the bus, Song Chuyi headed straight for the entrance of the residential area. He paused briefly at a street vendor selling snacks by the gate.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then touched his pocket with his right hand. A look of regret flashed across his face, and he muttered something before walking into the residential area.

Seeing this, Lu Wuqing felt a sudden urge. He got off the bus and walked up to the vendor selling hand-grabbing pancakes.

"What did the handsome young man say just now?"

The handsome young man... The vendor immediately recalled and said with a smile, "He said my hand-grabbing pancake is really fragrant! Would you like one, sir?"

The thick Jing accent with obvious erhua tones reminded Lu Wuqing of how Song Chuyi called him "Master Lu" back at the Song residence.

Was it intentional or just a habit?

Seeing that Lu Wuqing didn't respond, the vendor became wary.

"Who are you to him?"

"I didn't say anything, so don't blame me if there's trouble."

Lu Wuqing ignored the vendor and walked into the residential area with long strides.

He was very familiar with this path. So familiar that every cell in his body screamed as soon as he stepped into the residential area.

Destruction, fear, darkness... all these negative emotions surged up, deepening the gloom on his face.

He walked into Unit 10 of the old residential area, where there were no elevators, only stairs to climb step by step.

The narrow and cramped staircase was covered in dusty dirt, which flew up and settled on his pant legs when he stepped on it.

No one else was in the stairwell, only the sound of his footsteps echoed.

Lu Wu and Qi Fang lived on the third floor, neither too high nor too low. In just a few minutes, Lu Wuqing reached the corner between the second and third floors.

He hid himself in the shadows and looked up at the young man knocking on the door.

After a few knocks, the door finally opened slightly. A woman wearing a camel-colored turtleneck sweater cautiously opened the door. Seeing the unfamiliar young man outside, she was visibly stunned.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Song Chuyi," he grinned. "Your biological son."

The woman's pupils constricted, and she pushed Song Chuyi away with her rough, scarred hands.

"Go, go away."

Caught off guard by her push, Song Chuyi took a small step back.

A gruff voice came from inside the room, "Who is it?"

Qi Fang's eyes flickered with panic, "No one, no one."

She gestured for Song Chuyi to leave quickly.

But instead of leaving, Song Chuyi raised his voice, "Lu Wu, I am your biological son, Song Chuyi."

Heavy footsteps approached, and within two seconds, the door was yanked open. A bald man with a beer belly looked Song Chuyi up and down, his eyes filled with greed.

"Biological son? Oh, right, there was such a thing."

He spat inwardly, "I knew that little bastard wasn't mine."

"Come in, let me have a good look at my biological son."

But Song Chuyi didn't move. He could smell a strong odor of alcohol and mold coming from inside and had no intention of going in.

He turned to Qi Fang, "Do you have a chair?"

Qi Fang nodded instinctively.

Song Chuyi smiled at her, "Could you please bring a chair out for me?"

Qi Fang hesitated, but Lu Wu's face twisted with anger, "Hurry up!"

Qi Fang had no choice but to turn and fetch a chair.

Song Chuyi took the wooden chair Qi Fang brought out, patted the non-existent dust off, and sat down.

Lu Wu, who had just been drinking, was still a bit dazed. Seeing Song Chuyi sit down, he sneered and his beer belly jiggled.

"Good! Trying to show me up, aren't you?"

He raised his fist and swung it at Song Chuyi's face.

Song Chuyi slightly tilted his head and easily caught Lu Wu's fist.

"You can't beat me."

With just a slight effort, Lu Wu winced in pain, and most of his drunkenness wore off.

Qi Fang stood trembling beside them, too scared to speak, her eyes filled with fear and confusion as she looked at Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi released Lu Wu and said with a smile, "I heard from Brother Lu that you love drinking and gambling?"

Lu Wu spat, "Who told you that, you little bastard?"

"Ah, right, I don't like that term." Song Chuyi let his hand drop, grabbed the corner of the wooden chair, and with a forceful tug, broke off one of its legs.

He tested its weight. "Hmm, not bad."

"If I hear those three words again, I'll hit you. Got it?"

Lu Wu didn't believe Song Chuyi would actually hit him and said arrogantly, "You dare? I'm your father!"

"Who ever heard of a son hitting his father! You're asking for a heavenly punishment..."

Before he could finish, Song Chuyi struck Lu Wu's buttocks with the chair leg.

Lu Wu was shocked, unsure whether it was because Song Chuyi actually hit him or because he hit his buttocks!

Buttocks! How many years had it been since someone last hit his buttocks?

In his alcohol-addled mind, he vaguely remembered being severely punished by his father when he was very young.

After that, no one had ever hit his buttocks again. Even when he lost in the gambling den and owed money, they would hit his stomach, back, or hands, but never his buttocks!

Lu Wu's chubby face turned red, either from anger or embarrassment.

Beside him, Qi Fang dared not say a word, cowering in fear, afraid of drawing their attention.

"Alright, I'm a reasonable person," Song Chuyi waved his hand, holding the chair leg in his right hand, crossing his legs, and resting his left hand on his knee, smiling brightly. "I've already left the Song family and now I'm returning to live with the Lu family."

"Since this is my first time coming back, we need to establish some rules."

Lu Wu tried to endure the pain. "What do you want?"

Song Chuyi spoke with a smile, "Firstly, I am twenty-three years old, a fully independent adult."

"Given that you've made a mess of things without me, I hereby declare myself the head of the Lu family."

"In this house, everything will be done according to my rules."

"From daily necessities to work and health, everything will be under my control."

Lu Wu sneered viciously, "Who do you think you are? Daring to order me around!"

"That little bastard..."

Before he could finish, Song Chuyi struck his buttocks again with the chair leg.

Lu Wu held his buttocks, looking humiliated.

"You damn..."

He was met with another strike.

Hidden in the shadows, Lu Wuqing watched this scene, his eyes growing darker.

What exactly does Song Chuyi intend to do?