Chapter 52: The Man in Master Lu’s Arms in Jing Circle Has Fallen (24)

Chapter 52: The Man in Master Lu's Arms in Jing Circle Has Fallen (24)

Song Chuyi felt ticklish from the kisses and couldn't help but move.

"Don't kiss there."

He pushed Lu Wuqing away, "Although I've accepted you, but!"

He placed his hands on his hips, "You can't just love me; you have to love Xiao Tuanzi too!"

Completing the task relies entirely on his love for Xiao Tuanzi!

"Alright." Lu Wuqing agreed without hesitation, "I will love both of you well."

Only then did Song Chuyi feel satisfied.

He took the initiative to wrap his arms around Lu Wuqing's neck and leaned in.

Kissing was surprisingly addictive.

Outside the bedroom, Xiao Tuanzi's cat ears perked up.

Such strange sounds, Dad seems to be crying.

It slowly lay down, but Dad didn't call it.

Xiao Tuanzi waited and waited until late at night when the door finally opened.

It immediately pounced, its two paws grabbing onto the newcomer's trouser leg.

"Meow~" Hungry.

Lu Wuqing squatted down and poked Xiao Tuanzi's fluffy little head.

"He's sleeping, don't wake him up."

"Meow?" Xiao Tuanzi tilted its head, its sky-blue cat eyes filled with confusion.

Lu Wuqing chuckled softly, picked up Xiao Tuanzi, "You're as silly as he is."

Xiao Tuanzi purred and was carried away from the bedroom door to go eat.

Inside the room, Song Chuyi's eyelids were red, his body still damp, and he was deeply asleep.

---

At the Song residence, Song Mu told Song Fu about Lu Wuqing and Song Chuyi's relationship.

Song Fu listened in silence for a long time.

The bright light above made his expression even more serious.

Song Mu, worried, said, "Husband, Xiao Qing... since he wasn't raised by us, we have indeed neglected him all these years."

"Since he has feelings for Xiao Chu, if we stop them, the child might bear a grudge against us."

"I'm not worried about that," Song Fu's voice was calm and collected, "I'm worried that Xiao Qing might transfer his resentment towards us onto Xiao Chu."

Song Mu immediately understood what Song Fu meant, "You think Xiao Qing's affection for Xiao Song is fake, and he's using him?"

"That's what I'm worried about," Song Fu pondered for a moment, "Let's invite them for dinner."

"If they truly have feelings for each other, that would be best."

"If not..."

Song Fu sighed.

Song Mu knew what he was concerned about and patted his hand.

"Don't worry yet. Last time, I saw Xiao Qing looking at Xiao Chu, and his gaze wasn't pure."

"I'll invite them for dinner right away."

Song Fu nodded, his eyes filled with lingering concern.

---

On Saturday, in the private dining room, the four of them sat facing each other.

Lu Wuqing was serving Song Chuyi food, his voice gentle.

"Try this, is it good?"

Song Chuyi hummed in agreement, took a bite, found it delicious, and his eyes lit up. He also served Lu Wuqing a piece.

"It's delicious, try it too."

Under the table, across from them, Song Mu gently touched Song Fu's hand and gave him a meaningful look.

The worry in Song Fu's eyes had dissipated, leaving only a hint of surprise.

He held his wife's hand and nodded lightly at her.

Song Mu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She smiled and asked, "When do you two plan to get married?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Song Chuyi was startled by the question and started coughing.

Lu Wuqing patted his back and replied, "We'll follow A'Chu's advice."

Song Chuyi paused for a moment, "Hmm... Let's wait a bit longer."

Song Mu smiled and nodded, "Look at you two, we're all in agreement here."

Song Chuyi and Song Mu began chatting, completely unaware that Lu Wuqing's eyes darkened when he heard Song Chuyi's response, as if they were about to swallow him whole.

After the meal, the four of them parted ways.

Lu Wuqing pulled Song Chuyi into the car and didn't speak a word until they were almost home.

"Why don't you want to get married?"

Song Chuyi turned his head to look at him, "Because I think you're not ready yet."

The car slowly came to a stop.

"Why do you say that?" Lu Wuqing frowned, "Is there something I'm doing wrong?"

"No," Song Chuyi's gaze dropped, "It's just that you never... um..."

"What?"

"You know, that thing."

Song Chuyi's face turned red, "As a man, shouldn't you understand?"

"Even though I always fall asleep, I know you haven't fully released yourself."

This was what puzzled him.

Lu Wuqing seemed to love him, but strangely, he never went all the way during their intimate moments.

Now, Lu Wuqing understood what he meant.

Seeing the thoughtful look on his face, Song Chuyi knew he had understood, but oddly, he didn't offer any explanation.

The car started again, heading towards the garage.

Even after they got home, Lu Wuqing didn't explain.

Song Chuyi didn't press the issue, and tonight, he didn't ask Lu Wuqing for a kiss.

The next day, Lu Wuqing still didn't explain, so Song Chuyi left home.

Humans can't be indulged!

His small game had been selling extremely well lately, so he wasn't short of money.

He booked a presidential suite in a five-star hotel and stayed in the room playing games.

At dusk, there was a knock on the door.

Song Chuyi knew who was knocking, so he deliberately didn't open it.

Outside the door, a sigh of exasperation could be heard, and soon, the door was opened from the outside.

Song Chuyi looked up to see Lu Wuqing standing at the door with a room card, looking helpless.

"Hmph!"

He huffed, "Why are you here?"

"I came to take my A'Chu home." Lu Wuqing closed the door and walked over to him in two quick steps, "Is A'Chu still angry?"

"What do you think?" Song Chuyi retorted, "You wouldn't even tell me the truth."

Lu Wuqing was silent for a couple of seconds before gently pulling him into his arms.

"A'Chu, I'm a pervert."

His large hand tightened, as if trying to meld Song Chuyi into his bones.

"But I'm also human."

"I worry, I fear, I am weak, and I feel despair."

Song Chuyi thought he was thinking about his childhood experiences and hugged him gently.

"That's all in the past."

"The past is indeed the past; time cannot be reversed, but the past has left indelible marks on me."

His childhood experiences had twisted his personality and taught him to find pleasure in pain.

Song Chuyi didn't understand and looked up at him, "What kind of marks?"

"A'Chu, bite me."

Confused, Song Chuyi bit his shoulder.

Desire surged fiercely.

Song Chuyi felt the change in Lu Wuqing's body and his eyes widened.

He released his bite, his lips moving slightly.

"You..."

He took a deep breath, his expression complicated.

"It is quite twisted."