Chapter 48: The Favorite in Jing Circle’s Master Lu’s Arms Has Fallen (20)

Chapter 48: The Favorite in Jing Circle's Master Lu's Arms Has Fallen (20)

"It was the nurse, it was the nurse's fault." Qi Fang repeated these words, "If you blame anyone, blame the nurse."

Song Chuyi took a deep breath.

A surge of anger welled up inside him.

Perhaps staying in the human world for too long had made him see everything, so he rarely got angry.

But at this moment, he was truly furious.

"You knew that Lu Wu was neglectful and yet you compounded the mistake by sending your own son to a good family."

"No wonder, no wonder you never spoke up when Lu Wu beat Lu Wuqing."

"Are you still rejoicing that Lu Wuqing isn't your biological son? So you can be a bystander with a clear conscience?"

"Are you still rejoicing that someone else can take the beating for you? When Lu Wu vents his anger on Lu Wuqing, you suffer less?"

Each question was a piercing blow to the heart.

Qi Fang could not muster any defense.

Her greed and malevolence were exposed before the young man.

"Maybe this is fate."

"Heaven punished me, so it took away my biological son's life."

Qi Fang's eyes were red, and her voice carried a sob.

"I was wrong."

"I was wrong."

She slowly knelt down and stroked the blank tombstone, "My child, Mother was wrong."

"Mother is sorry for causing you an early death."

Song Chuyi looked coldly at the kneeling Qi Fang, "You and he are equally selfish and pitiful."

He rarely used such harsh words to describe someone.

"He avoids everything he sees, avoids the truth."

"You are the same."

"Unable to muster the courage to divorce Lu Wu, you even compounded the mistake by pushing all the suffering onto a child."

"While Lu Wu's alcoholism, gambling, and domestic violence are despicable, the one who pushed Lu Wuqing into this pit is no better."

The more Song Chuyi spoke, the angrier he became, his chest heaving rapidly, and his grip on the umbrella handle tightened.

He took several deep breaths, barely calming himself down.

"How did you realize I wasn't him?"

"The mole," Qi Fang answered honestly, "He had a small black mole behind his ear, but you..."

"That mole is red."

Song Chuyi subconsciously reached up to touch his left earlobe.

There indeed was a red mole, but it wasn't from the original body; it was always there.

That red mole was inconspicuous, and most of the time, he ignored it, never expecting Qi Fang to notice.

In fact, Song Chuyi had noticed it too. Although he possessed the original body, over time, this body would become increasingly like his original self, eventually looking almost identical.

"Just based on a mole?"

Qi Fang hesitated for a moment before continuing, "You are very different from him."

"I... I see him when I sweep the floor."

After all, he was her biological son, and even though she knew the university professors were good to him, she still worried.

So she often went to secretly watch him.

Perhaps inheriting his father's traits, her son's personality wasn't great, and sometimes she heard his disdainful voice as they passed each other.

But even so, she felt happy.

Her son would surely become someone important someday, and maybe then he would recognize her, allowing her to live a good life in her old age.

She always held onto this hope and fantasy.

"You are much better-looking than him."

Even with the same face, the young man before her seemed to have a mesmerizing power.

In contrast, her biological son appeared frivolous and immature.

Qi Fang looked up at the young man holding the umbrella.

His bones were well-formed, his eyes cold, yet he exuded an air of nobility.

"I know my own son."

Song Chuyi took a deep breath and stopped dwelling on the topic.

"Did you know that Lu Wuqing was involved with the underworld while he was in school?"

Qi Fang hesitated for a second before nodding.

"I knew."

"He... he would occasionally bring money home."

"And he would have wounds on his body."

Song Chuyi closed his eyes, "You knew, but you never stopped him."

Qi Fang fell silent.

"Were you thinking that if he got involved with the underworld, even if it came to light later, Song's father would disown him upon learning that Lu Wuqing is his biological son?"

"That way, your biological son could take over and claim the Song family's assets?"

"And you could be taken care of by your own son in the Song family's home?"

Qi Fang answered Song Chuyi with silence.

"Good, very good." Song Chuyi laughed bitterly, "Too bad your plan backfired."

He laughed with a captivating yet mocking tone.

"Lu Wuqing burned your biological son to death."

"How could someone like him let those who bully him live peacefully?"

Qi Fang's pupils widened.

Thunder rumbled, drowning out some sounds.

In the vast cemetery, it seemed as though a demon whispered.

"You will forever remember that your biological son died because of your greed and fear."

"Every time you think of revenge, you will feel the pain of being burned alive."

"You will use the stick in your hand to punish Lu Wu, keeping him by your side forever."

"You will be entangled with Lu Wu for eternity, loving him dearly but unable to, and willingly being controlled by him."

...

A flash of lightning illuminated Qi Fang's pale face.

In front of her lay a broken black umbrella.

The black handle had been forcibly snapped in half and thrown at her feet.

The rain continued, even heavier than before.

The sky was dark and heavy, though it wasn't even five o'clock yet.

In the cemetery, only a slender figure walked through the rain.

---

Inside the Tianhu Security Group, Lu Wuqing discovered that Song Chuyi had disappeared.

He started calling him, but the calls went unanswered.

Messages sent also received no reply.

Lu Wuqing checked the surveillance footage and dispatched people to search.

But the rain was too heavy, limiting visibility from the cameras and making the search difficult.

Lu Wuqing drove home, but found no sign of Song Chuyi. He then went to the Song residence, still no one there.

He even went to the Lu residence, but found no one there either.

It was as if Song Chuyi had vanished into thin air.

The car sped down empty streets, and a bolt of lightning jolted him out of his confusion.

Lu Wuqing drove towards the park.

On a rainy day, it was deserted, and from a distance, only a solitary figure sat on a bench outside the garden.

Lu Wuqing opened the black umbrella and hurried towards the figure on the bench.

The black umbrella shielded the rain, causing Song Chuyi to look up in confusion.

Lu Wuqing's lips were tightly pressed together, "Did I upset you?"

Song Chuyi slowly shook his head, his eyes slightly red.

"No."

His voice was muffled, with a hint of crying.

"Lu Wuqing," he reached out with his right hand and grabbed the corner of Lu Wuqing's suit, "I can't make you live with Lu Wu and Qi Fang anymore."

"They're too bad."

Lu Wuqing didn't know what had happened, but the young man looked pitiful, evoking sympathy.

He sighed softly, "I wasn't going to live with them anyway."

"But..." Song Chuyi sniffled, feeling warm liquid streaming down his face, "you lack love, and I want to give you love."

Lu Wuqing's heart pounded fiercely.

He even suspected he had misheard, so he squatted down, moving closer.

"What did you say?"

"I said..." Song Chuyi took a deep breath, "I want to give you love."

Lu Wuqing felt a tightness in his throat, as if his midnight fantasies were about to come true.

Song Chuyi tugged at his sleeve, looking pitiful and aggrieved, his beautiful eyes shimmering like starlight.

"Lu Wuqing, can I be your..."