Chapter 33: The Favorite in Jing Circle’s Master Lu’s Arms Has Flipped (6)

Chapter 33: The Favorite in Jing Circle's Master Lu's Arms Has Flipped (6)

Lu Wuqing’s gaze was deep as he casually played with a ring on his finger.

The ring was entirely black, with what seemed to be golden dragon patterns on the inside.

“Aren’t you also not sleeping?”

Song Chuyi shrugged, “I’m not sleepy.”

Clearly, he had slept well in the previous world, but here, he had returned to his old state of being completely unable to sleep.

Could it be because he hadn’t completed the task?

Song Chuyi secretly guessed, rubbing his sore neck from looking down at his phone for too long.

Lu Wuqing’s eyes fell on his neck, “Did he hit you?”

“Huh?” Song Chuyi took two seconds to react, “You mean Lu Wu? He can’t beat me.”

Song Chuyi started walking downstairs, “Master Lu, Lu Wu won’t go out. How about I treat you to some late-night snacks?”

He walked a few steps and then turned back to look at Lu Wuqing, extending his hand with a smile.

"Need me to pull you along?"

Lu Wuqing put his hands in his pockets, “No need.”

With a few large strides, he overtook Song Chuyi and walked ahead of him.

Song Chuyi followed his pace, and they found a night snack stall, ordering a few skewers of barbecue.

They didn’t order any alcohol; only two bottles of icy cola were placed aside, lonely.

"Master Lu, want to chat?"

Song Chuyi opened up the conversation, pulling Lu Wuqing into a chat.

Lu Wuqing spoke very little, and most of the time, Song Chuyi was talking to himself.

Just a few skewers, and Song Chuyi managed to talk for an hour.

The sky had already brightened, and breakfast stalls were setting up, with more people appearing on the streets.

Song Chuyi put down the last potato skewer, wiped his mouth, “Master Lu, why don’t you return to the Song family?”

Lu Wuqing’s eyes narrowed slightly, “I have no feelings for them.”

"That’s true, since you haven’t interacted with them," Song Chuyi said with a smile, "Give me two days, and I’ll take you back to the Song family."

Lu Wuqing hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, “You’re taking me... back to the Song family?”

Indeed, it was a strategy of playing hard to get.

Song Chuyi clearly didn’t really want to leave the Song family.

"Mm-hmm!" Song Chuyi nodded, “I think it’s getting late. If you have nothing else, come watch a show with me.”

"It’s free, oh~"

Lu Wuqing couldn’t figure out what Song Chuyi was planning. He stared straight at the young man in front of him, trying to find any traces of cunning greed on his face.

But the delicate, fair face only showed a warm smile, and his beautiful eyes were clear and bright, not resembling someone with deep schemes.

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally, he curled his lips, revealing a hint of mischief.

"Alright."

The aura of a dominant figure suddenly surged out, enveloping Song Chuyi.

An unnamed wind stirred, lifting a leaf that landed on Song Chuyi’s face.

Song Chuyi picked up the leaf and played with it, “Then let’s go buy some things first.”

He got up to pay, then took Lu Wuqing to buy some flour and lean meat.

At six o'clock, he brought Lu Wuqing back to the Lu family.

Qi Fang had already woken up and was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Song Chuyi peeked in and stopped Qi Fang’s actions.

"Mom, don’t make breakfast."

Qi Fang paused.

"The food you make is terrible," Song Chuyi’s voice rang again.

Qi Fang lowered her head without rebutting.

Song Chuyi walked straight to the bedroom door, kicked it open, and waved the chair leg in his hand.

"Dad, get up and make breakfast!"

"I want meat buns for breakfast, hurry up and make them for me!"

Song Chuyi acted in a domineering manner, quickly dragging Lu Wu out of bed.

Lu Wu hadn’t woken up so early in a long time. He wanted to lash out, but upon seeing the chair leg in Song Chuyi’s hand, he instinctively covered his buttocks.

Damn. He cursed inwardly, wearing only a tank top as he walked toward the kitchen.

Qi Fang stood in the corner, barely noticeable.

Lu Wu didn’t even glance at him. Seeing the flour on the counter, he started kneading dough.

His movements were swift and efficient, multitasking by preparing the meat filling while letting the dough rest.

Driven purely by instinct, Lu Wu’s mind was still not fully awake.

All he could think about was finishing the pork buns quickly so Song Chuyi could eat and go back to sleep.

So focused on making the buns, he didn’t even notice that Lu Wuqing had returned.

Song Chuyi leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching Lu Wu’s movements, and suddenly spoke, “Dad, you’re pretty skilled at this. Did you learn it somewhere?”

“I never learned it; I just watched the owner of the breakfast shop downstairs do it.” Lu Wu’s tone wasn’t particularly friendly, verging on impatient.

“Oh, Dad, you’ve been watching the owner? Do you have a thing for her?” Song Chuyi asked Lu Wu, but his eyes were fixed on Qi Fang.

Qi Fang kept her head down, hiding her expression.

But her hands, which had been hanging loosely by her sides, now clasped together.

“So what if I did?” Lu Wu said irritably. “Do you think she’d be interested in me?”

Qi Fang’s thumb pressed into her hand, the flesh turning slightly white from the pressure.

Song Chuyi looked away, “Well, Dad, you sure know your place.”

Indeed... confirmed, Qi Fang is a top-notch love brain.

She sees domestic violence as a form of love and believes her hard work at home is needed by her partner.

In her love-brain logic, whatever her partner does is out of love.

Even if he cheats, she would blame the other woman for luring her husband, absolving him of any fault.

But Lu Wu hasn’t cheated; he just thinks he isn’t good enough for the owner.

The husband who always acted like a king in front of her has such a self-deprecating side, and he even learned to make buns. Before today, Lu Wu couldn’t even boil water.

This shattered her understanding.

She just wanted him to love her. If silence and kindness don’t bring love, what else can?

Qi Fang slowly lifted her head, her gaze falling on the chair leg Song Chuyi was holding.

The aroma of the buns spread through the kitchen, and a hint of surprise flashed across Song Chuyi’s eyes.

Is Lu Wu naturally gifted at cooking? The scent of these buns rivals some famous brands.

As the buns were served, Song Chuyi casually placed the chair leg next to the sofa, then picked up a bun and looked around, not seeing Lu Wuqing.

He walked out, closing the door behind him.

Inside, Lu Wu finally finished making the buns and let out a long sigh.

Woken up early to make buns, he had nowhere to vent his frustration. Seeing Qi Fang, he punched her stomach.

“Damn, bad luck!”

Qi Fang didn’t say a word or beg for mercy.

She saw the chair leg Song Chuyi had left there, slowly reaching out to grasp it.

Then she looked at Lu Wu.

Lu Wu swallowed, a chill inexplicably running down his spine.

Outside, Song Chuyi stopped Lu Wuqing from leaving, splitting a bun in half and offering one piece to him.

“Want to try?”