Chapter 45: The One in Master Lu’s Arms in Jing Circle Has Made a Mistake (18)

Chapter 45: The One in Master Lu's Arms in Jing Circle Has Made a Mistake (18)

The music continued, but Song Chuyi stopped and walked over to Lu Wuqing.

He hooked his pinky around Lu Wuqing's large hand, entwining it with his hard index finger.

"Did you often come here on weekends before?"

Lu Wuqing raised an eyebrow slightly. "That old lady told you that?"

"Mm-hmm!" Song Chuyi pulled him aside. "She said you would sit here around five or six o'clock on weekends and stay for five or six hours."

"She was even a bit scared that you might be eyeing their pensions."

As he spoke, he laughed.

In the next second, he heard Lu Wuqing say, "I did have such thoughts."

His laughter abruptly stopped as he stared at Lu Wuqing.

"When I sat here, I often thought it would be good if I had money."

"These elderly people were great targets for robbery."

That was a past he didn't want to recall, filled with insults, beatings, and the stench of alcohol that almost buried his life.

Song Chuyi swallowed quietly. "So you didn't actually do it, right?"

"Hmm." Lu Wuqing squeezed Song Chuyi's pinky, holding it in his palm. "There were better targets than them."

It wasn't that he didn't want to do it; there were simply better options.

This implied that if there weren't better options, he would have done it.

Song Chuyi understood the meaning behind these words and cautiously asked, "So what were the better targets?"

"The delinquents who roamed around various schools," Lu Wuqing said, pulling him towards the park exit. "They were cowards and wouldn't tell their parents or the police even if they were robbed."

Song Chuyi somewhat agreed with Lu Wuqing; those people were indeed good targets for robbery.

Wait, is this the main point?

The main point should be that robbery is wrong!

Just as he was about to speak, Lu Wuqing seemed to guess what he wanted to say and spoke first.

"I had to do that to survive."

Song Chuyi fell silent.

Not far from the park was a school, which looked rather empty on Saturdays, with only the security guard idly wandering around.

Looking at the empty school gate, Song Chuyi had a sudden realization.

"Did you come here on Fridays and Saturdays because you didn't want to go home?"

Lu Wuqing paused, looking down at him without responding.

"Were you boarding during high school? Did you come here after school on Fridays because you didn't want to go home?"

"Did you return to school on weekends, so you didn't come here?"

Lu Wuqing stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly smiled.

"You're quite clever."

He leaned forward slightly, almost close to Song Chuyi's face.

His warm breath brushed against Song Chuyi's cheek, leaving a faint flush.

"The school was much better than that home."

He placed his hand on Song Chuyi's head, lowering it to cover his eyes.

"Liar, stop trying to get more information out of me, okay?"

Song Chuyi blinked, his long lashes brushing lightly against Lu Wuqing's palm.

A slight tickle.

Lu Wuqing lowered his hand, took a step forward, and headed towards the car.

Song Chuyi stood there for a moment, then quickly caught up with him.

"Brother Qing, wait for me~"

His voice softened, sounding a bit sweet.

Lu Wuqing stood by the car, watching him run over.

The light fell behind him, as if gathering on him.

A voice in his heart whispered: The light is coming towards him.

He reached out and grabbed the light.

From now on, the light belonged to him.

A sense of satisfaction welled up in Lu Wuqing's heart as he pulled him into the car.

Song Chuyi had originally thought Lu Wuqing would take him back to the Song family home, but the unfamiliar scenery along the road made him feel doubtful.

“We’re going...?”

He turned his head to look at Lu Wuqing. "Where are we going?"

"Back to my place." Lu Wuqing steered with one hand on the wheel. "Didn’t you want to go?"

Song Chuyi patted his head; he had indeed mentioned it.

But just today, he’s taking me there already?

Isn’t that too fast?

Before he could ask more, the car had already entered the underground parking lot.

This surprised him a bit. He had assumed Lu Wuqing would live in a villa, but instead, he lived in a high-end residential area.

He followed him out of the car and into the elevator.

The design here was such that the elevator went directly into the apartment, and each floor had only one residence—a true spacious flat.

From up high, one could see the entire view of Jing City.

It was a bit cold up here, though, with the wind howling through the open windows, seeping into his body.

Song Chuyi nestled himself on the sofa, refusing to go near the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Lu Wuqing, however, stood by the windows, his back to him, tall and broad-shouldered, exuding a heroic aura.

With one hand in his pocket, he gazed into the distance, lost in thought.

On a whim, Song Chuyi took out his phone and snapped a photo of his silhouette.

The light and shadow captured in the photo created an atmosphere around Lu Wuqing.

Song Chuyi was very pleased with this photo and set it as his screensaver.

After setting it up, he finally checked his backend system. When he saw the paid user numbers, his eyes widened sharply.

"One, two, three..."

He counted the zeros, his expression growing increasingly shocked.

"Fifty million!"

The number of paid users had surpassed fifty million! And it was still rising!

What...? He felt bewildered. What happened?

Song Chuyi looked up at Lu Wuqing's silhouette and couldn't help but ask, "Did you threaten your subordinates to download my little game?"

That didn’t make sense, though. Fifty million wasn’t five hundred thousand or five million.

Even if Lu Wuqing was powerful, he couldn’t possibly threaten that many people, right?

"Check the trending topics."

Lu Wuqing’s voice came from by the window.

Song Chuyi immediately opened the trending topics and was still dazed after reading them.

The “Jump Jump” game was actually at the top of the trending list, and the second was a mix of CPs.

He had initially aimed for a few hundred thousand, but now he was suddenly a multimillionaire?

Lu Wuqing, standing by the window, somehow turned to look at him at some point.

The young man’s expression was dazed, his beautiful eyes sparkling like stars, incredibly captivating.

He walked toward him, casting a large shadow on the ground.

The shadow soon enveloped Song Chuyi, covering him entirely.

Song Chuyi snapped out of his daze, tilting his pretty face upward, a hint of confusion evident on his delicate features.

Due to the backlighting, he couldn’t see Lu Wuqing’s expression clearly, but his body grew colder, as if being watched by a predator.

His slender fingers, like white onions, unconsciously gripped the sofa, tightening until they turned slightly pale.

"Brother Qing?"

His voice softened, sweet and alluring.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Innocent curiosity, yet seductive like a nightingale.