Chapter 37: The Favorite of Master Lu in Jing Circle Has Met His Match (10)

Chapter 37: The Favorite of Master Lu in Jing Circle Has Met His Match (10)

Lu Wuqing stared straight at Song Chuyi.

After a long moment, he let out a sneer.

"How could it be possible?"

"Just thought someone as uneducated and empty-headed as you wouldn't dare to do anything bad."

Song Chuyi snorted softly, "Saying one thing but meaning another."

"How dare you say I don't do bad things?" He puffed out his chest, "If I really wanted to, I could do some major mischief!"

Lu Wuqing raised an eyebrow slightly, "Are you referring to tipping female streamers to make them call you 'big brother' and act cute?"

Song Chuyi: ? ? ?

Did the original body do something like that?

That's quite wild!

"Cough, cough, that doesn't count," Song Chuyi said loudly, "How could that count!"

Lu Wuqing leaned against the bed, a hint of nonchalance in his expression.

"Then what do you mean?"

This question stumped Song Chuyi.

Had he really not done anything bad?

With so many rules in the human world and his unwillingness to cause trouble, he had always followed the rules, even something as minor as littering was beyond him, let alone anything else.

Song Chuyi wracked his brain and finally came up with an idea.

He took off his shoes and straddled Lu Wuqing's legs over the blanket, grinning mischievously.

"You're injured and can't move now, aren't you at my mercy?"

Lu Wuqing looked at Song Chuyi in surprise.

Could this person be thinking of...

As he wondered, he saw Song Chuyi pull out a pen from somewhere.

"Hahaha! I can draw a big turtle on your face!"

Lu Wuqing: ...

He really overestimated him.

"Childish," he said coldly.

Seeing Song Chuyi about to draw a turtle on his face with a black pen, he grabbed his hand and pulled him into his arms with the other.

"Stop it."

Song Chuyi squirmed, "You think I'll stop just because you tell me to? That would ruin my reputation as a troublemaker!"

"Do you want to be a troublemaker?" Lu Wuqing asked.

Song Chuyi shook his head instinctively.

He didn't want to be a troublemaker; they get caught by human police!

Lu Wuqing fell silent for a second, finding the youth before him pitiful in his innocence.

"So stop it."

Song Chuyi thought about it and decided it made sense, so he put the pen away.

But Lu Wuqing still hadn't released his grip.

Song Chuyi leaned against his chest and tentatively poked his heart.

"Master Lu, you can let go now."

Lu Wuqing instantly released his hand.

Song Chuyi remained in the same position, his knees touching Lu Wuqing's large hand resting on the blanket.

Through the thin pants, he could feel the coolness of his fingertips.

Song Chuyi was momentarily dazed.

A few seconds later, he cleared his throat and got down to business.

"I've already told Aunt Song that you'll be staying here for half a month to recuperate."

"I won't stay here," Lu Wuqing rejected outright, "I have nothing to talk about with them."

"Then why did you come back?" Song Chuyi countered.

"With your current status, you don't need to dress so shabbily to return to the Song family."

"Master Lu, you must be expecting something, right?"

Song Chuyi leaned forward, close to Lu Wuqing's ear, his breath warm, voice lowered.

"Expecting family affection?"

Sunlight streamed in from outside, falling on the floor beside the bed, but conveniently not reaching the bed itself.

The golden sunlight was enough to brighten the room without being too glaring on Lu Wuqing's face.

Song Chuyi raised his hand and pointed to the sunlit floor beside him.

"Master Lu, see that?"

"Those blinding rays are deliberately avoided for you."

Even though their son did not grow up by their side, Song Mu and Song Fu still held hope in their hearts.

They would lovingly prepare the room before he arrived, carefully considering even the placement of the bed.

They wanted the room to be filled with sunlight but didn't want their son to be awakened by the harsh morning light. Thus, they meticulously selected furniture to ensure the large bed in the center wouldn't look out of place.

Reserved parents don't know how to express love through words, but they show it through actions.

This is their only way of expressing love.

Lu Wuqing followed Song Chuyi's gaze, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"Just a coincidence."

He sneered and clasped Song Chuyi's slender waist with his large hand.

"Song Chuyi, you sure know how to talk."

"Since you want me to recuperate here, you'll stay with me."

"When I'm fully recovered, you can leave."

Song Chuyi smiled, "Alright!"

Great, free food and lodging!

Lu Wuqing didn't say much more before receiving a call from his subordinate.

He glanced at Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi immediately understood, "I'll go check what we're having for lunch!"

He quickly got up, put on his shoes, and left.

Lu Wuqing then picked up his phone and continued talking to his subordinate.

While on the call, his large hand subconsciously rested on the blanket over his thigh.

It was warm, still retaining some of Song Chuyi's body heat.

His body temperature is quite high. This thought flashed through his mind and quickly vanished.

Outside, Song Chuyi saw Song Mu preparing to go grocery shopping and decided to join her.

Thirty minutes later, they returned together.

Song Mu went into the kitchen to cook, while Song Chuyi knocked on Lu Wuqing's bedroom door.

"Master Lu, may I come in?"

Lu Wuqing's deep voice came from inside, "Come in."

Song Chuyi pushed the door open and said with a smile, "Aunt Song is going to stew chicken today; you're in for a treat."

Lu Wuqing played with his phone, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"I never told you my identity. How did you find out?"

"I saw it." Song Chuyi took out his phone and scrolled to an entertainment news article. "The security for Orange TV's Surprise Night next week will be handled by Wuqing Security Group."

"Master Lu, isn't the name of this security company your name?"

Lu Wuqing: ...

"You're quite narcissistic, naming your company after yourself."

Lu Wuqing felt a sense of helplessness for the first time, "No."

"My company is called Tianhu Security Group. As for this news..."

"The people handling the event mixed up my name with the company's name. It has been corrected since."

Just one mistake, and Song Chuyi caught it.

His identity was exposed like this; it felt almost like fate.

Song Chuyi suddenly realized, "I see, Master Lu, you're so narcissistic, ha ha!"

A glint of interest flashed in Lu Wuqing's eyes, "But you are clever, figuring it out from just a name."

"Because I care about you." Song Chuyi lowered his head and fiddled with the books on the table. "So I did some research."

Lu Wuqing was taken aback.

Care... about me?