Chapter 31: The Favorite of Jing Circle’s Master Lu Has Crashed (4)

Chapter 31: The Favorite of Jing Circle's Master Lu Has Crashed (4)

Song Chuyi’s plan was simple.

Before figuring out the antagonist’s need for family affection, he needed to take control of Lu Wu and his parents, who were not good people.

Now, he was trying to reason with Lu Wu.

After being hit on the buttocks several times, Lu Wu finally quieted down.

He suppressed his anger and, realizing that this so-called biological son wasn’t easy to deal with, hatched another plan.

"Your life is given to you by me. Since you’re an adult now, there’s no need for you to stay at home."

"Two hundred thousand. If you give me two hundred thousand, we won’t bother you anymore, and you can return to the Lu family and live with that little bastard... Lu Wuqing."

Song Chuyi looked at Lu Wu in surprise. "What kind of joke is this?"

"Although I’m an adult, I don’t have a house, and I don’t have any income right now. Of course, I need to stay here."

"I can’t go back to the Song family. I’ve been eating and living off them for years. Hmm... you’re right; I should pay them back."

"Two hundred thousand? That’s your price."

Song Chuyi held out his hand. "How about this? You give me two hundred thousand, and I’ll repay the kindness of the Song family’s parents first."

Lu Wu didn’t expect Song Chuyi to be so eloquent. Not only did he not get any money, but he also had to give money?

Where would he get the money? He hadn’t worked for years and relied entirely on Qi Fang’s three-thousand-yuan salary from sweeping streets.

Forget two hundred thousand; he didn’t even have twenty yuan.

Even if he did, he wouldn’t give it to Song Chuyi!

"You... you debt collector!"

Seeing that he couldn’t get anything from Song Chuyi, Lu Wu tried to drive him away.

"Get lost! Get out of here! I’ll pretend I never had a son like you!"

"Nope." Song Chuyi still smiled. "The fact that you gave birth to me is set in stone and cannot be changed."

"If you want to disown me, that’s possible, but unfortunately, there’s no legal provision for terminating father-son relationships."

"So this fact cannot be changed."

Song Chuyi glanced at the time. "Alright, let’s stop wasting words."

"I’m staying here tonight, so please clean up the room and throw away all the moldy stuff. I don’t like the smell of mold."

As he said this, he glanced at Qi Fang, who was trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

Qi Fang seemed to sense his gaze, shivered, and timidly agreed.

"I’ll go clean right away."

Qi Fang quickly went inside to clean, but Lu Wu didn’t move.

Song Chuyi didn’t force Lu Wu and simply sat at the door, playing with his phone.

Lu Wu looked at the latest model of the fruit phone in Song Chuyi’s hand and started to feel tempted again.

He stood up, rubbed his hands, and said, "Xiao Chu, do you have two hundred? Give it to me so I can buy some meat and vegetables. Your mom will cook a good meal for you tonight."

Song Chuyi looked up at him, raised an eyebrow slightly, and called out loudly, "Mom, your husband wants two hundred for meat."

Qi Fang came out of the room, rubbing her hands on her beige sweater.

Lu Wu gave her a warning look, and Qi Fang immediately lowered her head and whispered, "Give... give it to him."

"Alright." Song Chuyi took out two hundred yuan and handed it to Lu Wu.

Lu Wu took the money, forgot about the earlier incident, and happily went downstairs.

After he left, Qi Fang looked at Song Chuyi, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, she said nothing and continued cleaning inside.

In the shadows, Lu Wuqing watched the scene unfold, his eyes turning cold.

"Fool."

Lu Wu was a gambler, and gamblers were the least trustworthy. Song Chuyi actually gave him two hundred yuan.

Now, Lu Wu was probably already sitting at a gambling table.

Hmph. Disappointment flashed across Lu Wuqing’s eyes, and he turned to leave but was blocked.

"Master Lu, what a coincidence."

Song Chuyi had his hands behind his back, tapping the chair leg lightly with one hand.

Lu Wuqing: ...

"Did you notice me here?"

"Not exactly," Song Chuyi replied. "But you cursed me first."

He glanced at the time. "Since Master Lu is here, why don’t you come watch a good show with me?"

He naturally took Lu Wuqing’s hand and pulled him downstairs.

Ten minutes later, the two arrived at a small casino.

The casino was filled with smoke and the stench of desperation, with many gamblers who had lost their minds to their losses, as well as a few lucky winners whose faces beamed with joy.

But Song Chuyi knew that in a casino, the only sure winner was the house.

Humans are truly creatures prone to addiction. It's just a game where one tries to win big with a small stake, yet so many get trapped in it.

Song Chuyi shook his head slightly and found Lu Wu among the lucky winners.

Lu Wu was having a good day; with an initial capital of two hundred, he had already multiplied it by a hundred times.

The pile of chips in front of him looked like a small mountain, and his eyes were bloodshot, filled with intense excitement.

Song Chuyi let go of Lu Wuqing's hand and patted his shoulder.

"Master Lu, watch from here."

With that, he walked straight toward Lu Wu.

Lu Wu did not notice his approach, focused solely on the dice cup in front of him, shouting, "Big! Big! Big!"

Song Chuyi went over and patted his shoulder, but Lu Wu brushed him off.

"Scram!"

The dice cup opened, revealing a big.

Lu Wu laughed loudly, "Won! Won!"

Song Chuyi grabbed his shoulder and, before anyone could react, pushed him onto the gambling table, pulled down Lu Wu's pants, and hit him with the leg of a chair.

Everyone: ??

Lu Wu: !!

Lu Wu screamed in pain, but what mattered more than the physical hurt was the gaze of others.

They should have been looking at him with the eyes of victors, but now their expressions were filled with confusion, shock, and even disgust, as if they had seen something filthy!

No, this wasn't supposed to happen!

Lu Wu struggled violently, but Song Chuyi held him down firmly, delivering ten solid hits with the chair leg.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

He yelled, "Stop hitting me!"

His face was utterly disgraced! He would never come to this casino again in his life!

Satisfied, Song Chuyi released Lu Wu and pushed the chips away.

"We don't want these."

Lu Wu immediately protested, "Why not? These are all my winnings!"

"Just two hundred," Song Chuyi took back two hundred and handed them to Lu Wu, "Buy some meat."

He waved the chair leg, and Lu Wu's body involuntarily trembled, not daring to argue further.

Taking a few steps out, he saw Lu Wuqing standing in the crowd.

"Little brat... Lu Wuqing, why are you here?"

Song Chuyi came up from behind and answered for him, "I invited Brother Lu to watch the show. What's wrong with that?"

Lu Wu gritted his teeth, his face full of anger, "You two are close?"

"Of course," Song Chuyi patted Lu Wuqing's shoulder, "This is my Brother Lu!"

Lu Wu seemed to want to say something but held it back, finally muttering, "I'll go buy meat."

Song Chuyi waved the chair leg and walked out of the casino with Lu Wu.

After they left, the casino manager approached Lu Wuqing and whispered, "Master Lu, shall we..."

He made a gesture.

Lu Wuqing raised his hand, stopping him from continuing.

He walked out of the casino, his gaze falling on Song Chuyi, who had already moved far away, his eyes flickering.

"Little con artist."

Calling him Brother Lu in public, Master Lu in private, huh.