Chapter 36: The Man in Master Lu’s Arms Has Crashed (9)

Chapter 36: The Man in Master Lu's Arms Has Crashed (9)

Under the faint light, a tall figure could be vaguely seen, and Song Chuyi immediately recognized it as Lu Wuqing.

He quickly walked over and squatted down, patting Lu Wuqing on the shoulder.

"Master Lu, are you still conscious?"

Lu Wuqing’s body tensed up, his eagle-like eyes fixed on Song Chuyi.

"Master Lu?" Song Chuyi called again, but all he received was a gust of wind.

He swiftly dodged and grabbed Lu Wuqing’s wrist.

"It seems you’re not conscious."

Song Chuyi muttered to himself, aiming for the back of Lu Wuqing’s head.

Lu Wuqing was a head taller than him, and they were standing opposite each other, making it difficult for Song Chuyi to knock him out.

Just as Song Chuyi was thinking, Lu Wuqing spoke.

"Who sent you?"

Lu Wuqing’s voice was hoarse and emotionless.

He grabbed Song Chuyi’s wrist with his free hand, applying so much force that it left a red mark on the pale skin.

Song Chuyi let out a pained cry, but Lu Wuqing seemed not to hear it, repeating his question, "Who sent you?"

He stared at Song Chuyi intensely, as if he would kill him without hesitation if he named an enemy.

Seeing that Lu Wuqing’s eyes lacked focus, acting purely on instinct, Song Chuyi’s eyes flickered, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Song Chuyi."

He replied.

"It was Song Chuyi who sent me."

"Song Chuyi..." Lu Wuqing repeated the name, his large hand slowly releasing its grip.

Relief washed over him, and his body relaxed, collapsing.

Song Chuyi quickly caught Lu Wuqing, holding him and carrying him away from there.

Returning to the Lu family was impossible, and he didn’t know where Lu Wuqing currently lived. After some thought, he decided to go back to the Song residence.

The door to the Song residence was a password lock. He entered the code, and the door opened.

The living room was lit, and upon hearing the sound, Song Mu emerged from the living room.

Upon seeing the unconscious Lu Wuqing and Song Chuyi supporting him, Song Mu was visibly stunned.

"Xiao Chu, what happened?"

"He’s injured," Song Chuyi said, leading the unconscious Lu Wuqing inside. "Aunt Song, do we have a first-aid kit? I need to treat his wounds."

Song Mu nodded hurriedly. "Yes, I’ll get it for you."

She quickly brought out the first-aid kit and handed it to Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi helped Lu Wuqing onto the sofa and asked, "Aunt Song, where is Brother Lu’s room?"

Song Mu pointed to a room, and Song Chuyi nodded, carrying the first-aid kit and supporting Lu Wuqing into the room.

Watching their backs, Song Mu frowned slightly.

Inside the room, Song Chuyi quickly cleaned Lu Wuqing’s wound.

There was a knife wound on his back, as if someone had suddenly stabbed him from behind.

The person who could stab Lu Wuqing from behind must have been someone he trusted deeply. It seemed he needed to clean house once Lu Wuqing woke up.

After treating the wound, Song Chuyi let Lu Wuqing rest and then got up and left the room.

"Aunt Song, where are the cups? I want to get Brother Lu a glass of warm water."

Song Mu went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water, handing it to Song Chuyi with a complicated look.

"Xiao Chu, you’ve lived here for over twenty years. How could you not know the cups are in the kitchen?"

"You..." She sighed softly. "Are you blaming us?"

Song Chuyi shook his head. "No, I’m not blaming you. I’ve returned to my biological parents, and everything here is just a distant memory to me now."

"I’ve forgotten about this place, so naturally, I wouldn’t know where the cups are."

Mainly because the original memories were jumbled and messy, he found it easier to use this excuse.

Song Mu sighed again. "If this is your choice, I won’t stop you."

"But... how are you doing at the Lu family?"

"Pretty good," Song Chuyi smiled. "Aunt Song, don’t worry about me."

Song Mu felt relieved.

Song Chuyi nodded at her. "Aunt Song, I’ll go back to my room now."

He turned and walked towards the room.

Song Mu hesitated for a moment before calling out to Song Chuyi.

"Xiao Chu, Xiao Qing..."

Perhaps it was the first time she was showing concern for this child who should have been her own son, and her tone sounded somewhat stiff.

"Brother Lu is fine," Song Chuyi said proactively. "He just needs to stay here for about half a month to recuperate properly."

"Ah? Oh, okay, good." Song Mu's reaction was a bit slow. "Then... I'll take a few days off from school."

"What would you like to eat? I'll go buy it."

"Something light would be good." Song Chuyi responded, nodded at her, and then went back to Lu Wuqing's room.

As he closed the door, Lu Wuqing's voice came from behind him.

"This isn't my home."

His voice was still hoarse but carried more emotion.

Song Chuyi took a cup of warm water to the bedside and sat down.

"It will be your home from now on."

"Master Lu, would you like some water?"

He held the cup to Lu Wuqing's lips, indicating that he should drink.

Lu Wuqing took a sip and then turned his head away. "You could have taken me to the hospital or found a hotel."

Instead of bringing him back to the Song family.

Song Chuyi smiled and replied, "If the hospital checked your knife wound, I wouldn't be able to explain it."

"As for hotels, I only have fifty yuan on me right now. Are you sure there's a hotel in Jing City that costs fifty yuan?"

With the cost of living in Jing City, even the cheapest motel rooms are one hundred yuan, and those are hourly rates.

His fifty yuan couldn't even cover an hourly room.

Lu Wuqing clearly hadn't expected Song Chuyi to be so poor, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Doesn't the Song family give you an allowance?"

"They do." Song Chuyi put the cup on the nightstand. "But the old me used it all up."

Lu Wuqing's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

The previous Song Chuyi had indeed been uneducated and loved tipping streamers, leaving no savings.

Having only fifty yuan was beyond his expectations.

Lu Wuqing seemed to think of something, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. "Are you planning to let Qi Fang support you and Lu Wu?"

Song Chuyi didn't answer directly but asked curiously, "Master Lu, tell me honestly, what is your attitude towards Qi Fang?"

Lu Wuqing sneered. "A pitiful fool."

Song Chuyi pondered for a moment and suddenly leaned forward. "What about me?"

"You?" Lu Wuqing's eyes darkened slightly, and his throat moved. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm just curious," Song Chuyi laughed. "In the alley just now, you were very cautious, but when I said I was sent by Song Chuyi, you relaxed and passed out."

"So..."

He extended his hand, with a hint of pink at his fingertips, and placed it on Lu Wuqing's chest.

"Do you trust me that much, Master Lu?"

Trust me enough to entrust your life to me?