Chapter 38: The Person in Master Lu’s Arms in Jing Circle Has Met with an Accident (11)

Chapter 38: The Person in Master Lu's Arms in Jing Circle Has Met with an Accident (11)

Song Chuyi did not notice the change in Lu Wuqing. He closed the book on the table and returned it to its original place.

"I just checked, and my room was still as it was before. Can I stay there for the next few days?"

"No." Lu Wuqing directly refused Song Chuyi. "You'll stay with me."

Only then did Song Chuyi turn his head towards Lu Wuqing, his eyes filled with some confusion.

"Stay with you..."

He pointed at himself, then at Lu Wuqing.

"In the same bed?"

He pointed at the large bed again.

Lu Wuqing glanced at the bed and asked, "Is that a problem?"

"It's fine," Song Chuyi said, propping his chin up with one hand while looking at Lu Wuqing. "But I'm not a peaceful sleeper, so if I end up pressing against you or something, you can't get angry."

"Hmm." Lu Wuqing responded indifferently. "I won't get angry."

Not satisfied with this response, Song Chuyi took out his phone and opened the voice recorder.

"Say it again. Say that no matter what Song Chuyi does to you while sleeping, you won't get angry or hold it against him."

Lu Wuqing looked at Song Chuyi, sitting by the table bathed in sunlight. The originally glaring noon sun seemed less harsh.

He repeated what he had just said, staring at Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi pressed the stop button contentedly. "Alright then."

He grinned. "I'll be staying here for the next few days."

Lu Wuqing glanced at the phone, seemingly thinking of something, his eyes flickering.

"Song Chuyi, my assistant will bring some documents downstairs later. Could you help me get them?"

Song Chuyi: ???

"Why don't you have your assistant bring them up here?"

"I don't want them to know my identity."

Song Chuyi nodded in understanding, looking Lu Wuqing up and down. "Why don't you want them to know?"

"If they knew about your success, they would be very happy."

Lu Wuqing did not explain further, only saying indifferently, "Will you help me get the documents?"

"Sure." Song Chuyi agreed. "Tell me when your assistant arrives, and I'll go down to get them."

After a brief exchange, Lu Wuqing received a message from his friend.

He glanced at it. "He's arrived, downstairs. The one in the suit is him."

Song Chuyi stood up and stretched lazily.

His shirt lifted slightly, revealing his slender, pale waist.

Lu Wuqing averted his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing. "His name is Wang Si, and I've already told him you'll be getting the documents."

"Got it!" Song Chuyi put his hands down, covering his pale waist with his shirt once more.

He quickly left the room, leaving Lu Wuqing slowly turning his head to look at where Song Chuyi had been sitting, his eyes darkening.

As soon as Song Chuyi went downstairs, he saw Wang Si holding a thick stack of documents. He walked over quickly, enthusiastic.

"Brother Wang, I'll take the documents."

Wang Si had seen Song Chuyi's photo before, thinking he looked decent but far from matching his own friend.

Now seeing him in person, he realized the photo did not do justice to even a tenth of his beauty.

The young man in front of him was incredibly handsome, with pale skin. Perhaps due to the heat, his cheeks were slightly flushed.

His beautiful cat-like eyes sparkled, reminding Wang Si of his own Ragdoll cat.

Swallowing hard, Wang Si couldn't believe how good-looking this fake young master was, no wonder Master Lu couldn't bear to make a move.

"Brother Wang?" Seeing Wang Si's dazed expression, Song Chuyi called out again.

Wang Si cleared his throat and snapped back to reality.

"These are the documents Master Lu needs."

He handed the documents to Song Chuyi. "I'll come back to collect them after Master Lu signs them."

"Okay." Song Chuyi held the documents. "Master Lu has some injuries, but I've treated them. It shouldn't be a big issue."

"Oh, okay." Wang Si nodded repeatedly. "That's good to hear."

"Master Lu knows what he's doing. You..." Feeling a similarity between the young man in front of him and his beloved cat, Wang Si added, "It's better not to interfere too much. Master Lu doesn't like others asking too many questions."

Song Chuyi thanked him and headed upstairs with the documents.

Watching his retreating figure, Wang Si shook his head gently. "What a pity."

It's a pity that such a young man has parents who are such despicable people.

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At the Song residence, Song Mu was still cooking in the kitchen when Song Chuyi informed her and then returned to Lu Wuqing's room with some documents.

He set up a small table on the bed, placed the documents on it, and pointed at them.

"Brother Wang said once you sign them, he'll come to pick these up."

Lu Wuqing narrowed his eyes. "Brother Wang?"

"How familiar are you with him?"

Song Chuyi chuckled. "I'm naturally friendly with everyone, calling all of them 'Brother'."

"Is that so?" Lu Wuqing asked indifferently, not looking at Song Chuyi, as if this question was just a casual inquiry without much significance.

Song Chuyi replied casually, "Yeah!"

Seeing Lu Wuqing start working on the documents, Song Chuyi opened the backend of a mini-game.

The download count had surpassed 100, but the growth rate was slow, with hardly any new users coming in.

This wouldn't do; he couldn't even afford the service fees like this.

Song Chuyi decided to take the initiative. He downloaded various social media apps and began promoting the game.

#Fellow gamers, who understands? This mini-game is so much fun!#

#A one-yuan mini-game, totally worth it!#

#Anyone cleared the 'Jump Jump' level yet? I always fail at 500 points#

...

Such topics quietly appeared on various forums, generating some discussion.

Song Chuyi saw the download count slowly rise to 1,000, with many positive reviews. It seemed he was set to make money!

Relieved, he put away his phone and stretched lazily.

His slender, fair waist caught Lu Wuqing's eye.

Lu Wuqing paused, his hand holding the pen, his peripheral vision lingering on that fair skin. A strange thought flashed through his mind.

If that fair skin were stained red, it would look even better.

The thought arose abruptly and vanished just as quickly, leaving no trace behind.

The sound of knocking came, followed by Song Mu's voice from outside.

"Xiao Chu, Xiao Qing, dinner is ready."

Song Chuyi responded and walked out.

"I'll bring your meal in since it's not convenient for you."

He soon returned with a bowl of clear chicken soup and rice.

Placing the lunch on the small table, he sat down by the bed, a light smile on his lips.

"Master Lu, shall I feed you?"

"No need," Lu Wuqing picked up the chopsticks. "Go eat yours."

Song Chuyi actually got up and left, and with the door closing, Lu Wuqing's hand holding the chopsticks paused.

Was he actually expecting something?