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Luo Wencheng made a deal with a certain existence and went back in time to ten years ago, when he had just been released from prison, still young and healthy, not yet pushed to the breaking point by Luo Wenjun and not yet used by him as a prop to test drugs for profit until his tragic death.
This time he was going to trample Luo Wenjun underfoot.
The first priority was to steal Luo Wenjun's future backer from him.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 1
yun1yun yun1yun
5 months ago
"Get out! Take the money and get the hell out of here! There is no member like you in my Luo family!"
"Second Brother, Daddy hasn't closed his eyes for days because of the family's business. Try to be considerate of him and stop making trouble."
"Young Master Wencheng, please leave now or I'll call the police!"
All sorts of voices mingled together, and Luo Wencheng seemed to be dazed by the sounds of cursing and beating. Then the next moment he saw a shadow hurtling towards him. His body instinctively dodged; he ended up missing a step and fell down the stairs, unable to recover from the fall for a long time.
Pain was slowly coming from all parts of his body, especially the back of his head that must have hit something and hurt as if it was going to crack.
How could he still feel pain when he was already dead?
Yes, after he died, a cold voice came out of nowhere, saying it could bring him back to life…
His vision gradually cleared and he could see where he was.
In the European-style villa, he lay on the floor in front of the black marble stairs of five or six steps, from which he had fallen just now.
He touched the back of his head in pain and felt a large bump. He took a glance at himself silently. His body was scrawny, his skin was sallow and dull, and he was wearing a yellowed wrinkled suit, like a migrant worker who had stolen a young master's clothes.
He had been born into the Luo family, the richest family in Haining, and had never lacked food or clothing since he was a child. Every season there would be one or two high-end suits, and although he was uneducated and ignorant, he was good-looking and had a good figure. So when he put on a suit and slicked his hair with hair oil, he would look like an elegant young gentleman. He had never been dressed so poorly.
Only once, just after his release from three years in prison, did he put on the Armani suit that his elder brother had prepared for him before the trial and that was kept in the prison storage room for three years, trying his best to look as smart as before, and then rushed back to the Luo family's house, full of anxiety and eagerness.
However, it was not the warm welcome and affection of his loved ones that awaited him; he could not even enter the living room and was kicked out like a stray dog.
There was no doubt that he was reborn; the voice had not lied to him.
Luo Wencheng raised his eyes and saw Luo Kaifang who was glaring at him angrily, rubbing the left side of his chest. Next moment Luo Kaifang reached out and grabbed a pot of moth orchids on a white faux European-style pillar and slammed it at Luo Wencheng: "Get out of my sight! You bastard! Bearer of back luck! How dare you come back!"
Luo Wencheng subconsciously ducked his head, but the flower pot still brushed against his brow, and his skin immediately turned red, oozing a few drops of blood.
The flower pot shattered, splattering the dirt on Luo Wencheng.
Luo Wencheng glanced at it, pursed his lips and rose from the floor in silence.
The person supporting Luo Kaifang was a very beautiful young man, whose face Luo Wencheng would never forget even if he died again. The young man stroked Luo Kaifang's chest gently, his pretty face looking like he was about to cry. He said anxiously, "Daddy, take it easy, the doctor said you can't get excited."
The young man, also known as Luo Wenjun, turned his head to look at Luo Wencheng pleadingly, his big eyes filled with tears, "Second Brother, please stop making Daddy angry, I'm begging you to leave first, okay? I really don't want to steal anything from you at all. As long as you're willing to leave, I'll give you back your status as Luo Ershao (second young master) immediately."
"Nonsense!" Luo Kaifang said impatiently, "Xiao Jun, you are my son, the youngest master of the Luo family will always be you. We don't let any cat and dog enter our Luo family just because they wish to!"
He looked at Luo Wencheng with an icy gaze filled with disgust.
He seemed to have forgotten that this "cat and dog" had spent eighteen years fair and square in the Luo family and had been indulged by him infinitely, even if much of that indulgence had been for the sake of raising a son that would not threaten his beloved eldest son. But they had been father and son for eighteen years at least.
Luo Wencheng's gaze was devoid of any emotion as he looked down and gently patted the dirt off his body, frowning slightly. He was so thin that the suit that was supposed to fit him well seemed empty. After three years in prison, although he hadn't eaten enough, he still grew taller, so the trouser legs were naturally too short. He didn't need to look in the mirror; he knew how strange his image was at this time.
Luo Wenhao, who had been standing not too far away, watching the drama with an inscrutable expression, finally spoke up: "Father, don't be angry, I'll take him away."
He walked up to Luo Wencheng's side. In his black striped suit and immaculate leather shoes, he had an elite aura about him. Standing next to Luo Wencheng, he was tall, handsome and noble as if he were from another world. He gave Luo Wencheng a condescending look and there was no warmth in his voice, "Follow me."
With that, he turned around and walked ahead out of the house.
Luo Wencheng didn't follow immediately. He looked down and searched around, and just as he remembered, he did see a white paper bag that had been thrown not far away. There were two small walnuts carved out of wood that had fallen out of the bag.
He walked over and picked them up, blew on the wood carvings and put them carefully into the bag. He had brought them here and naturally wanted to take them away. Then he walked out of the Luo family's house, carrying the bag. He didn't look at Luo Kaifang or Luo Wenjun again.
Luo Wenhao's long, narrow eyes flashed with surprise under the lenses of his glasses. He opened the door of the passenger seat: "Come in, you can't get a taxi here. I'll give you a lift."
Luo Wencheng sat in without saying a word. Luo Wenhao was even more puzzled. The young man in front of him seemed to have become a different person all of a sudden. Was he that disheartened because he had been kicked out and insulted?
He walked to the other side and got into the car, fastened his seatbelt and said while starting the car, "Father is angry not only because of you. There is some trouble with the company, he's been upset for many days. Don't come back for a while. I have an apartment that happens to be vacant, you can stay there for the time being. We can discuss the future plans later."
Luo Wencheng seemed to be listening absent-mindedly, looking at the scenery outside. The twilight was gradually setting in. This place was near the mountains; beyond the rising hills was the wilderness, a vast and distant landscape passing before his amber eyes. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had taken a quiet look at the world like this. It was good to be alive.
He closed his eyes and gently inhaled the cold air pouring in from the window.
Luo Wenhao glanced at him again and looked at the bag he was holding. "Is that a gift for Father and me? Give it to me."
He reached over to take it, but Luo Wencheng pulled the bag closer to his side in a gesture of rejection.
Luo Wenhao narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything else. He drove all the way to the city silently. Unexpectedly, there seemed to be a car accident on the road ahead. The road conditions were very poor; the car was stuck and couldn't move for a long time. Luo Wenhao felt a little irritable while waiting. Luo Wencheng suddenly said, "Let me out."
His voice was hoarse; Luo Wenhao looked at him, "I will take you there, you don't know the way."
Luo Wencheng looked ahead at the flashing police lights, "Why bother, you don't need to worry about me at all."
Luo Wenhao said, "To me, you will always be a member of the Luo family. I won't abandon you."
The corner of Luo Wencheng's mouth curled in a sneer. He had heard this sentence three years ago before his trial. Luo Wenhao had brought him a suit, put a tie on him, dressed him up like a real gentleman and then told him, "Even if you don't have the blood of the Luo family in your veins, you will always be a member of the Luo family. Hold your head high. You have grown up, don't lose face of the Luo family. "
He then added, "Trust me, be good. Big Brother will get you out."
Because of these words, Luo Wencheng was calm during the trial. Even when the verdict was announced, he held back and remained silent. He gave up his only chance to change his fate and pinned all his hopes on Luo Wenhao. Unfortunately it turned out that everything was just a magic potion that his good big brother had poured into him to keep him at bay.
Luo Wenhao's phone suddenly rang and he picked it up. Luo Wencheng could faintly hear Luo Wenjun's voice coming from the other side of the phone. Luo Wenhao had a slightly impatient expression on his face as he said to Luo Wencheng, "I'm getting out of the car to take a call, you stay in the car."
Luo Wencheng looked at his back as he walked to the side of the road. His amber eyes were as cold and quiet as stagnant water at night.
Luo Wenhao… Luo Wencheng really didn't understand what he was thinking.
Ever since he was a child, Luo Wenhao had always loved him; but he also watched indifferently as Luo Kaifang raised him as a waste. He seemed to dislike Luo Wenjun and only acknowledged Luo Wencheng as his younger brother, but he had been willing to cheat Luo Wencheng into prison and ignore him for three years. He had watched Luo Kaifang scold him and kick him out, but he gave him a place to live afterwards. Then, for years, he let Luo Wenjun persecute him until he had been tortured to death.
Why did he give him hope when he had already given up on him? If he was willing to care for him, why did he refuse to pay more attention?
Luo Wencheng remembered very clearly that in his previous life, Luo Wenhao had taken him to that apartment and left, and as soon as he left Luo Wenjun arrived, and the "friends" he had brought with him had beaten him into a coma. When Luo Wencheng woke up again, he was under a flyover ten kilometres away, nearly naked.
Luo Wencheng's eyes were cold. He would never give these people the chance to insult and hurt him again in his life.
He put his hand on the car door, chose the moment when Luo Wenhao didn't look, opened the door with a click and then quickly got out, bowing down and taking advantage of the darkness to disappear in the caravan of cars.
Luo Wenhao happened to turn in that direction and saw him out of the corner of his eye. His face changed: "Luo Wencheng!"
Luo Wencheng suddenly accelerated his speed, not bothering to cover his tracks, and ran as fast as he could. The traffic was chaotic and it was dark; he swerved left and right among the cars and soon vanished out of sight. At first, he heard Luo Wenhao chasing a few steps behind, but after a while he looked back and couldn't see Luo Wenhao anymore.
Luo Wencheng was panting. He didn't know how far he had run, but when he saw a flyover, he climbed on it and looked down, relieved that he didn't see anyone coming after him. Then he had to laugh at himself. Luo Wenhao wanted to play the role of a good big brother and give him a place to stay; but could he chase him all over the street without regard for his image?
It took him a long time to calm down. His throat was parched, his stomach cramped from hunger, and he was shivering when the sweat on his body was drying in the cold wind.
He curled up next to a trash can and silently pondered what to do now.
The immediate priority was to fill his stomach and find a place to stay, yet he was penniless.
He looked at the openwork fence of the flyover behind him. Not far away, the lights were shining and the sirens were blaring. It was actually the scene of a car accident. A car was crushed under the chassis of a large truck, deformed beyond recognition. Rescuers were carrying bloodied bodies from inside.
Luo Wencheng suddenly felt something was wrong. There were so many onlookers below, but why was it so quiet on this flyover?
"…I have seen the gift Mr. Chen gave me, but it's a bit too gruesome, I really don't like it. I have always been a man of principle. Whoever owes me a debt, I'll only collect my due. Your son hurt one of my eyes, I'll settle for a pair of his, it's fair enough. As for the accomplice, I don't care."
The sound of leather shoes snapping on the ground approached. A low magnetic voice had such a nice sound but carried a cold and merciless killing aura, clear and sharp against the noisy background below.
Luo Wencheng stiffened slightly and quietly poked out his head, only to see a tall, slender figure walking slowly from the other side of the flyover. In the light from below, the man seemed to be surrounded by a golden halo, dazzling. He was talking on his mobile phone and his palm inevitably blocked a part of his face, revealing the sharp lines of his chiselled features. Luo Wencheng saw him glance carelessly at the scene of the car accident below. In his gaze watching the tragic and bloody picture below there was no trace of compassion, indifferent to the extreme.
The man's tone of voice was gentle and contained the power that no one would dare ignore: "Since Mr. Chen is so idle that he could plan such a good show thousands of miles away, it is better to spend more time educating your son. Next time, he will lose more than just his eyes. It's as simple as that."
Luo Wencheng's pupils shrank. He… seemed to have stumbled upon an incredible occasion.
He huddled there motionless, hoping for the other party not to notice him, but as the footsteps drew nearer, so did the dangerously oppressive aura.
The sound of footsteps stopped abruptly.
Not far away.
Luo Wencheng's heart was pounding, and after a few moments of enduring, he peeked over the trash can and stared cautiously.
Just to meet the other party's gaze.
There was no emotion in it, no joy and no anger, nothing but a quiet, heavy sense of oppression.
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Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 2
yun1yun yun1yun
5 months ago
Luo Wencheng almost jumped up.
Anyone would have been startled by such a cold, silent stare, as if looking at a dead man, not to mention the fact that the other party had only one eye!
Oh, it should be said that only his left eye was exposed, and his right eye was covered by an eye patch.
The night, the cold wind, the imposing one-eyed man who casually said he wanted so-and-so's life.
Even the car accident underneath might have had something to do with him.
Luo Wencheng had the feeling that he would be silenced forever in the next moment.
He felt that his luck was simply awful.
If he had known he would run into something like this, he might as well have resigned to being stripped naked and thrown out into the street by Luo Wenjun.
There was a dead silence.
Three seconds later, Luo Wencheng moved first, stuttering hoarsely in embarrassment, "Um, hello… Do you have anything to eat?… May, may I ask you for something?"
He looked at the bag the man was carrying in his hand that didn't hold the phone as if he hadn't heard the previous passage, and gulped eagerly and helplessly.
The one-eyed man looked at him for a while, hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket, then took a step towards Luo Wencheng, who couldn't help but scuttle back. But he had squatted too long and his legs went numb. He bumped into a raised slab of concrete and fell back in a somewhat comical manner.
The two carved wooden walnuts fell out of the paper bag and one of them rolled up to the man's feet.
The man paused, bent down to pick it up and realised that it was a walnut. But on closer inspection he noticed it was a fake, carved from ordinary wood. The lines were simple and natural, and it was round and lovely to touch, just like the real thing.
"Did you make it yourself?" He suddenly asked. His voice was actually very calm, without the fierceness of his earlier tone.
Luo Wencheng was surprised. Asking for food was just a desperate measure; he hoped to show weakness to the other party and make the man look down on him and let him go.
He didn't expect to receive a response.
He nodded, "Yes, I've been carving them for almost a year. I was going to give them to someone, but I didn't expect that…" Luo Kaifang liked to play with walnuts, especially lion heads (a sort of walnut that looks like this; very expensive ones). Luo Wencheng couldn't afford them, so he carved out such a pair. The moment before he was reborn, he had given them as a gift, and as a result they were tossed away by Luo Kaifang in disgust.
For Luo Wencheng, it was a memory of more than ten years ago, but the embarrassment of being trampled on still remained in his heart. Cold indifference flashed in his eyes, but he spoke with sadness and anxiety: "Do you like them? I'll give them to you, just, just give me something to eat."
The man didn't like this kind of small objects to play with. In fact, he didn't have any hobbies; but the person behind the trash can was skinny and shivering, wearing an overly large suit like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes. Even more coincidentally, at this moment his stomach rumbled, and he blushed, shrinking even smaller, at a loss for words.
The man suddenly remembered the old cat at home. When he had picked up that cat, the little thing was also cowering in a ragged cardboard box, meowing and whimpering, its head tucked into its hind legs. When it heard footsteps, it stuck its head out quietly and looked at him with wet, miserable eyes, expectant and cringing.
But the old cat was old and grumpy now, and if the man didn't come back by nightfall, he'd get a good scratch when he did come back.
The man was not in a good mood tonight; but at this moment his gaze softened slightly and after some thought he walked over.
Luo Wencheng didn't get a response for a long time. He secretly wondered if he was pretending too much. When the sound of footsteps suddenly got closer, he hoped that the other party would walk past, despising him, ignoring him… just keep walking!
But then the pair of expensive leather shoes stopped in front of him, and Luo Wencheng's heart halted. There was a soft rustling sound of plastic, and a bag appeared in front of him.
Luo Wencheng looked up in amazement. The man standing tall in front of him slightly bent over, and when his hand opened, the wooden walnuts fell onto Luo Wencheng's lap along with the bag.
Luo Wencheng caught everything dully and saw a bag of cat biscuits, a packet of dried fish and a bag of milk.
They were all for cats.
Although they were for cats, the brand was particularly expensive. When Luo Wencheng was still Luo Ershao, he followed Luo Kaifang to a family friend's house, and the cat that the friend's wife raised seemed to eat this brand of cat food. The reason he still remembered it was because he had secretly snatched it from the arrogant Persian cat.
He remembered it tasted pretty good.
"For, for me?"
Luo Wencheng was a bit confused; instead of silencing him for overhearing his conversation, kicking him or giving him an icy look and walking away, this cold and mysterious one-eyed man actually gave him something to eat?
Even though it was just cat food.
Incredulous, Luo Wencheng glanced at the man again. He didn't know that his eyes were shining in the darkness, making him look like a little animal confirming whether it was dangerous or not, with a vigilant and silly expression.
The man hooked his lips, "If you don't want it, forget it."
"Yes! I want it!" Luo Wencheng no longer hesitated, opened the milk and took a big gulp. The cold liquid pouring into his stomach made him shiver, but it did taste good. He opened the biscuit bag and grabbed a handful. It tasted a bit strange, but it was pleasant to chew.
He hadn't eaten much in the last few days. Probably knowing that he was about to get out of prison, his cellmates that had been causing him trouble for three years tried to make his life exponentially more difficult. In the past, he would fight them to the end, fiercely and desperately. But since he was about to get out, he didn't dare to cause any trouble, so he could only endure, practically starving.
When he got out of prison today, he only had a hundred yuan in his pocket that he had saved from his hard work in prison. He bought a delicate paper bag for the wooden carvings and found a bathhouse to wash his hair and take a shower. The rest of the money was used to take a taxi, because the prison was too far from the Luo family's house and he was eager to return home.
When he arrived at the villa, he had to wait a long time, and then chickens flying and dogs jumping started. He didn't even have a sip of hot water. If not for his determination, he would have passed out from hunger long ago.
The one-eyed man leaned against the railing opposite him, watching with interest as Luo Wencheng devoured his food, inexplicably feeling that his mood, like a curled and wrinkled leaf, was stretching out little by little.
Luo Wencheng filled his stomach not caring if three times seven was twenty-one (casting all caution to the wind) and only then did he remember that there was another person standing opposite him. He raised his head and found that the man was looking at him. He didn't know if it was because of the light behind his back, but the man's single visible eye seemed bottomless and unfocused. Although he was looking in Luo Wencheng's direction, it didn't seem he was seeing him.
Luo Wencheng suddenly felt that this man, who was dressed in expensive clothes, looked extraordinary and seemed to be of great status, at this moment appeared very lonely, with a cold and quiet aura emanating from him, making him look as if he didn't belong to this world.
After eating the man's food, Luo Wencheng couldn't help but ask, "Sir, are you unhappy about something?"
The man slowly withdrew his gaze. His one eye faintly looked at the person who tilted his head and asked him a question. Although the young man was skinny and wretched, it could be seen that he was good looking. His light amber eyes were clear and pure, and he actually had some resemblance to that person in the man's memory.
But that person's eyes were a little darker and brighter than the ones in front of him…
The man thought to himself that he must be unaccustomed to using one eye, so he was seeing things.
He joked, more like saying to himself, "I'm waiting for someone. But unfortunately I'll probably always be waiting in vain."
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Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 3
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5 months ago
Luo Wencheng was astonished. Such a mighty and powerful looking man could be so upset about not being able to get what he wanted.
His intuition was very keen. This one-eyed man smelled more dangerous than the most violent thug he had seen in prison and his imposing sense of presence was several times stronger than that of Luo Kaifang, the richest man in Haining, even though he didn't flaunt it.
He asked, "Is that person your lover?"
The one-eyed man said calmly, "Yes."
Luo Wencheng suddenly changed his outlook on the man and said in admiration: "I think you're a very gentle person."
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why?"
"Only people who are gentle at heart and serious about their feelings will cling to their past lovers, ah. The powerful people I've met are all focused on material and physical pleasures. Their feelings are pitifully barren and their hearts are only filled with fame and fortune. Let alone waiting for someone, they don't even know what it is to like someone."
The man laughed, and Luo Wencheng looked dumbfounded. Only then did he realise that this man was quite good looking, no, it should be said he was handsome.
It was surprising that such a man was alone. Luo Wencheng couldn't help but feel sorry for him in his heart.
The man's smile quickly disappeared, but his gaze at Luo Wencheng became softer: "Why are you here? Where is your family?"
Luo Wencheng shook his head in a daze, "I have no family. I have nowhere to go."
The man thought for a moment and took a wallet out of his coat pocket, pulled out a card from it and handed the wallet to Luo Wencheng.
Luo Wencheng was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took it: "This is…"
The man withdrew his hand, "Go find a place to stay, it's not safe outside at night."
With that he turned around and left. After a while Luo Wencheng regained his senses, opened the wallet and saw a stack of red banknotes (100 yuan), not a thick stack, but twenty or thirty of them. He jumped up and hurriedly chased after the man, "Sir, please wait!"
The man stopped and looked at him. His gaze and the strong sense of oppression caused by getting too close to him made Luo Wencheng's little heart tremble. He vaguely felt the scent floating from the other party, like tobacco and some perfume, clear and fresh like grass. He took a step back and said hurriedly: "Thank you so much, sir. I know that this money may not be much to you, but it is very timely for me. Can you give me contact information and I will return the money to you in the future?"
The man looked at him indifferently, his gaze no longer as soft as it had been earlier. Luo Wencheng's heart jumped; he knew that he had made the other party impatient. Rich people can give generously in a good mood for a while, or they can make you miserable every minute because they are unhappy.
He smiled quickly and said, "I, I mean my name is Luo Wencheng. I will remember your kindness and I will definitely repay you when I see you again. You, you take care."
He took two steps back, trying to decrease his sense of presence as much as possible. His cramped appearance made the man's gaze relax, and he stretched out his hand: "Consider me buying those two wooden carvings of yours."
Luo Wencheng froze for a moment and looked at the man with a surprised smile on his face, then hurriedly took out the two carved wooden walnuts, put them in the bag and offered it to the man with both hands, "It is not well made, please don't dislike it."
The man didn't say anything else and walked away with the paper bag that was so different from his whole style. Luo Wencheng was clutching the wallet in his hand and watched in a daze as the man walked away, down the flyover and into the car that seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time. He felt like he was dreaming.
"What a nice, kind man," he murmured, watching the car drive away, his eyes full of complicated feelings and his heart full of gratitude. Then, he couldn't help jumping up and down in joy.
He had money!
Ten minutes later Luo Wencheng sat in a noodle restaurant, ordered a large bowl of beef noodles and had a hot meal; then he went to a nearby shopping mall to buy some affordable sportswear and underwear, booked a hotel, took a shower, changed into new clothes and lay down in the soft bed with a contented sigh.
For the first time since he was reborn, his heart finally felt a trace of peace and joy. Exhaustion came like a tide. He looked at the wallet at the head of the bed. Some warmth flashed in his gaze; he curved his eyes in a smile, then dived under the quilt and soon fell asleep.
……
Luo Wencheng felt himself floating up, floating through the long, white corridor to a cold, clean white room.
Where was it?
Luo Wencheng felt familiar with this place, but this familiarity was mixed with a deep disgust, and he rejected everything about it.
He wanted to leave, but the next moment his gaze suddenly froze and he saw a man – a man lying on a hospital bed with many tubes inserted in his body.
The man was so thin that his ribs protruded like racks; his chest heaved with difficulty, and every time he breathed out, his throat made a strange sound, as if he would not be able to breathe in the next moment.
Luo Wencheng shivered. This man was him, the one who had been suffering in the hospital for years before he died.
Hadn't he been reborn? Why was he back to that time again?
The door was suddenly pushed open and a young man in a white shirt, with soft black hair, a slender body and a delicate baby face walked in: "Yo, you're not dead yet."
The young man laughed sweetly and softly, but what he said was extremely vicious. He patted the cheek of the person on the bed contemptuously, his eyes evil and cold: "Your life is really hard. Your heart stopped last night, but you were rescued. You even made Big Brother rush over in a hurry. You didn't see the way he looked; what so good about you that he was so afraid you'd die?"
Luo Wencheng clenched his fists and stared at the young man. Luo Wenjun!
The "Luo Wencheng" on the bed also stared at Luo Wenjun, who didn't care about the hateful expression in his eyes and laughed easily, "Your life is so cheap but you just can't die, huh? You couldn't be killed in those three years in prison, and you can't die now… I really want to thank you. You know how much money you've made me? The good doctor is almost crazy with joy, and says you're the best test subject he's ever seen."
"Oh yes, the medicine he uses on you this time is his new creation. It will keep you alive while leaving you in excruciating pain all the time. You won't be able to move or speak but your senses will be magnified a dozen times. You'll get uglier and uglier, rotting away bit by bit, rotting to the point you'll get infested with worms…"
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Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 4
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5 months ago
Luo Wenjun kept hissing viciously and unhurriedly in "Luo Wencheng's" ear, like a cold, slithery venomous snake: "Do you like the way I arranged your death? You owe it to me. Obviously, I'm his real brother, you're just a misplaced bastard, but you are the only one in his eyes…"
He laughed softly again, "I really can't wait to see you turn into a pile of rotten meat. Do you think he'll still like you then? I'm afraid he'll be too sick to eat just thinking about you, right?"
Luo Wenjun laughed louder and louder, and suddenly tore out the oxygen tube of the man on the bed and squeezed his neck with both hands. This was his habitual pastime. Every now and then Luo Wenjun would come and torment Luo Wencheng for a while when he was in a good mood. And when he was in a bad mood, he would come even more often; watching Luo Wencheng suffer made Luo Wenjun feel that the misery he had gone through as a child, the injustice and hatred filling his heart were soothed.
He felt happy when the man on the hospital bed was in pain.
As he watched this scene, Luo Wencheng's eyes were filled with anger. He wanted to rush up and stop it but he couldn't move. He could only watch himself struggling helplessly on the bed, his face turning purple.
The moment he was almost dead, Luo Wenjun suddenly let go again and took two steps back, sneering and watching in admiration as the man on the bed panted violently. Then he gently inserted the oxygen tube again, slowly and methodically disinfected his hands and smiled, "Have a good rest, I'll see you again tomorrow."
"Ah!!!" Luo Wencheng clutched his head, blood freezing in his veins.
He thought he could face the past calmly, but seeing this scene again, he couldn't control himself. He found he could move, roared and rushed up to punch and kick Luo Wenjun, only to pass through his body and finally watch him leave the ward.
Two nurses came in silently, tidying up the bed that had been messed up by Luo Wencheng's struggles, wiping away the saliva from his mouth and rubbing his face to make his muscles relax and the hideous grimace of pain disappear.
Luo Wencheng could only watch this happen, watch himself suffer day after day, shedding tears and drooling in agony, later even unable to express his pain in a grimace because his facial muscles were paralysed.
He would become incontinent and his body would stink, the stench mixed with the smell of rotting flesh. Luo Wenhao's secretary would come a few times and honestly report the truth about his purulent sores. There seemed to be a long silence on the other end of the line, followed by orders to use the best medicine; but Luo Wenhao himself had never come.
Luo Wenjun came less and less often, but with each visit his smile grew brighter.
Finally the last day arrived and a group of people in white coats stood in front of the bed and regretfully announced the death of the patient.
Luo Wencheng floated in the air and also saw the scene after his death.
Someone wiped his body. Someone covered him with a white cloth. Many people in black suits stood solemnly on either side of the bed, and then a tall, handsome man came in, dressed particularly formally, walking steadily and casting a sombre, sad gaze at his corpse.
Luo Wenjun, also dressed in black, followed Luo Wenhao and flung himself at the bedside, crying and calling him "Second Brother this" and "Second Brother that".
Then he turned and threw his arms around Luo Wenhao, weeping, "Big Brother, Second Brother is gone! Second Brother is gone!"
Luo Wencheng watched all this blankly, floating across the room to look into Luo Wenhao's eyes. There were many complex emotions in those eyes, and then Luo Wenhao slowly lowered his eyelids, as if in pain, as if exhausted and as if relieved because he had finally gotten rid of the burden once and for all.
When he was asked if he wanted to take one last look at the deceased, he sighed and said slowly: "Ah Cheng would not want me to see him as he is now. Let him stay in my memory the best he can be. No matter what, he was a member of the Luo family and that will not change. Prepare for the funeral. Ah Cheng has suffered too much during his lifetime. I want him to depart beautifully."
Luo Wencheng's heart felt as if a hole had been pierced in it and something was leaking out of it.
He had struggled all his life, and in the end, he only got this passage in return.
Stay in his memory the best he could be, depart beautifully…
Luo Wenhao, your so-called love and care, in the end, was it just this?
Then he heard a voice, and that cold voice said to him, "Do you want to start over?"
Luo Wencheng wasn't even surprised, he thought numbly: start over? Could there be such a good thing?
"I'm just taking away the love and hope you don't want. Although you've given up on it yourself, the love and hope that lasted so long despite the trials and tribulations is of very high quality and I am very satisfied with it. For it, I can make your life start over again," the voice said coldly.
……
Luo Wencheng opened his eyes suddenly.
The sound of his breathing, ragged and depressed, was the only sound in the quiet, dark hotel room.
He dreamed of the time before he died.
In fact, it was actually only a few hours ago.
A few hours ago, he died in a hospital bed in the Luo family's private hospital. A few hours later, he was reborn in the shell of his body that was ten years younger and much healthier.
Luo Wencheng fell back on the bed limply, drenched in sweat, desolation growing in his heart like weeds in the abandoned land. He didn't move for a long time.
It took him quite a while to emerge from this state. He was reborn but he didn't feel much joy in his heart.
Because he knew that he wouldn't live long.
The cold voice told him that if he wanted to live, he had to continue to make deals with it. In a year's time he must give up another portion of pure love and hope, or the magic that had brought him back to life would disappear and he would die completely.
Love and hope?
Luo Wencheng touched his chest and smiled to himself. Could he possibly still have such things?
No matter how you looked at it, he only had one year left to live.
But even if he only had one year, he was going to live it like a man. This time he was going to trample Luo Wenjun underfoot, he was going to make sure that Luo Kaifang could no longer insult and belittle him and that Luo Wenhao could no longer take him for granted and treat him as he pleased.
Luo Wencheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his gaze turning vicious.
Wasn't it because he had no father, no mother and no status that he was treated like trash, as if they could do whatever they wanted to him?
This time he wanted to be more than all of them combined. He wanted to get what they all were trying so hard to get but couldn't. He wanted them to be scared and tremble when they saw him.
He wanted… to stand above them and coldly watch them struggle, suffer and sink!
Luo Wencheng laughed silently and raised his hand to press it to his chest, confirming that only hatred and disgust for the Luo family remained inside his heart.
He was suddenly more grateful to that voice, for if it hadn't taken away his love and hope and cut off all his attachments of those thirty years of life, at this moment he would probably still be carrying the pain of being betrayed and abandoned by his loved ones.
It was ridiculous to think that in his previous life he still had feelings and expectations for his family even though he was in hell for more than ten years.
It took a while for Luo Wencheng to calm down and think quietly in the darkness.
As the number one business powerhouse in Haining City, the Luo family had a status that no one could shake, and it would not be easy to trample it underfoot. However, fortunately, the Luo family had made a mistake of its own at this time.
In addition to being a real estate magnate, the Luo family also operated a jade business. Every year, they imported a large amount of raw materials from small countries in the south. This time, because of the fog at sea and the inexperienced helmsman, the Luo family's cargo ships deviated from their fixed route and broke into someone else's territory.
This someone else was not an ordinary person; it was the Lu family of the capital.
The Luo family had the leading position in Haining, but in front of the Lu family, they were really nothing.
The Lu family's maritime business was very large, even involving weapons transactions, with government connections behind the scenes. The Luo family's ships entering their territory was not a big deal, but not a small one either. The Luo family begged and pleaded before sending the gift of reparation, but the Lu family still didn't reveal its intention.
However, the Luo family's competitors took the opportunity to attack secretly. It was at this juncture that the Luo family finally learned that Lu Jiuye (Ninth Master Lu), the head of the Lu family, was coming to Haining for vacation.
It was no secret that Lu Jiuye liked fresh and beautiful boys. The Luo family wanted to find a few beautiful boys to send over. Unexpectedly, Luo Wenjun, "sharing the worries of his father and brother", packed himself up without saying a word and delivered himself to the door.
What was even more unexpected was that Lu Jiuye really took a liking to Luo Wenjun. With a wave of his hand, not only did he release the two ships of the Luo family that had been detained, but also injected capital into the Luo family's business, allowing them to survive the crisis unharmed and rise to the next level.
The Luo family had since hugged the Lu family's thigh, and Luo Wenjun had become the Luo family's greatest hero.
During his eighteen years of being stranded, Luo Wenjun had hooked up with some of the guys that could crow like a cock and steal like a dog (criminals, in other words), but in the end, he was still just a wildcat with sharp claws and a bit of poison. It was only when he caught Lu Jiyue, his backer, that he really showed his fangs.
"Luo Shao" (Young Master Luo) became a golden signboard, and no one dared to disrespect him. Secretly, Luo Wenjun developed his own network of contacts, started a company and made friends with some big people. His ability to easily cut off Luo Wencheng's life at every turn for the next ten years was based precisely on this.
"Lu Jiuye, ah…"
Luo Wencheng's eyes lit up. He suddenly got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
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Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 5
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5 months ago
Under the overhead light, the mirror reflected a thin, pale young man with slightly hunched shoulders and heavy blue shadows under his eyes. His facial features were actually very good-looking. He was originally a sunny and handsome big boy, but now he had become ghost-like. No matter how good his appearance was, these three points of gloom and the cold light in his eyes made him unattractive.
What kind of person would Lu Jiuye like?
Luo Wenjun was considered beautiful, with a delicate baby face and tender, flawless skin. He looked like a teenager even when he was over thirty, and the most rare thing was that his skeleton was small and his figure so slender that it seemed to break if you hugged him too hard. He was the best of the best and fit Lu Jiuye's taste perfectly: fresh, beautiful, white and tender.
He was very popular with Lu Jiuye and stayed by his side for three years while it was well-known that no one had ever stayed with Lu Jiuye for more than a month before.
After his rebirth, Luo Wencheng had a vague idea in his mind. He wanted to snatch away Luo Wenjun's biggest reliance!
But there was one big problem. Lu Jiuye only liked petite teenagers seventeen or eighteen years old. With Luo Wenjun's baby face it was okay to pretend to be seventeen or eighteen, but Luo Wencheng's facial features were not the delicate and cute ones. In terms of height, he was 1.75 metres tall. It was not particularly tall but it was not short. Unless Lu Jiuye was two metres tall, Luo Wenchneg really had no chance to get to his side.
Luo Wencheng looked in the mirror for a while before saying slowly, "Confirm to use the grand gift package."
This grand gift package was an extra gift from that cold voice that could increase Luo Wencheng's various attributes by twenty perfect.
If Luo Wencheng's current health was only fifty, then it would be sixty after using the grand gift package; if his intelligence was one hundred, then it would be one hundred twenty after the increase; his appearance and temperament, and so on, would also be improved correspondingly.
After he said these words, he clearly noticed that his reflection in the mirror had changed. He was still the same self, but his facial features became a little more refined, his skin became fair and smooth, his eyes became clearer, his complexion was better, and even his height had increased a little bit…
Luo Wencheng's expression remained calm. In his opinion, the biggest effect of this gift package was not on the surface. Its true value lay in its permanent effectiveness, which was tantamount to improving the potential of this body.
No matter what he did in the future, if he put in one hundred percent effort, he would basically get a return of one hundred and twenty percent!
Luo Wencheng was not a particularly smart person, and this increase was of great benefit to him.
Suddenly Luo Wencheng's face changed. He clutched his stomach and bent down, instantly breaking out in a cold sweat.
It hurt!
The place where his stomach was seemed to be cut with a knife and burnt with fire, the pain a hundred times more intense than the usual hunger pains.
This was the reason why Luo Wencheng hesitated to use this grand gift package. There was no free lunch in the world. What the cold voice actually gave him was just the right to use this gift package. In order to really use it, Luo Wencheng had to pay a price, and this price was to suffer the same amount of pain as the benefits he received.
Luo Wencheng knelt down slowly and curled up like a shrimp, almost rolling in pain. His eyes blurred as he let out what seemed like a low growl or a sob. Blue veins throbbed on his forehead and neck. His whole body was drenched in sweat.
After a full half an hour, Luo Wencheng calmed down. By then, he was almost delirious, twisted and limp on the floor, with only enough strength to gasp for air. After a while, he moved his eyes, inhaled deeply – and then almost threw up.
It was so sour and stinky!
He sniffed his body and made certain that the disgusting smell was from the murky, sticky sweat on his skin. He froze for a moment: was this an expulsion of impurities?
He gingerly got up and took another shower, after which he found that his skin was firmer and more supple, his complexion was rosier and his whole body felt lighter, as if he had been taken a large dump after being constipated for days. He felt very comfortable.
He couldn't help but smile after a while. It seemed that such a painful lunch had additional benefits. He looked at his body. He was no worse off than those seventeen or eighteen years old, right?
But when he thought that this transformation was to attract the attention of that man, most of the joy in his heart suddenly dissipated. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled to himself, returned to bed and quickly fell asleep again.
Meanwhile, in a certain apartment, three uninvited guests arrived.
They opened the door easily with the key and rushed aggressively into the bedroom, only to find the bed empty.
"Jun Shao, there's no one in the bed!"
"There's no one in the other room either!"
"I've checked the toilet and the balcony, no one's there!"
Luo Wenjun's eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes full of cruelty and irritation at the failed attempt, making his pure and beautiful face look hideous: "How can there be no one here? Big Brother arranged this apartment just for that bastard, where else would he go if not here?"
The two strong men he had brought with him couldn't answer his question, and Luo Wenjun sneered, "That little bastard seems to have learned his lesson. Let's go, clean up the traces of our visit!"
At the same moment, Luo Wenhao listened to his assistant's report, "We've searched the area, but there's no sign of Ershao. If we want to expand the scope, we'll have to pull up the surveillance."
But the surveillance was not something that could be viewed whenever he wanted to. If it was in the past, it wouldn't be difficult for Luo Wenhao to go to the Public Security Bureau to get the surveillance videos, but now it was a troubled time. The Luo family had offended the Lu family, and there were a group of people who were jealous of the Luo family and were making little moves here and there. Luo Wenhao glanced coldly and said, "Forget it, there's no need to look."
He sat down wearily on the sofa and rubbed his brow. He hadn't slept properly for days because of the Luo family's ships trespassing on the Lu family's turf. Did Luo Wencheng think he was idle?
He had thought that the three years in prison were enough for his younger brother to learn his lesson. He didn't expect him to still be so willful and ignorant. He was protecting him in his own way. Although he might be a little wronged temporarily, why didn't he understand it was for his own good?
A hint of hostility flashed in Luo Wenhao's eyes, "Keep an eye on Ershao's former friends. Tell me as soon as you find him, but don't alert him."
Luo Wencheng was broke and didn't have any skills, so where else could he go but to his former so-called friends? But he would soon learn that none of those friends could be trusted and that the world outside the ivory tower that his elder brother had prepared for him was cruel and dangerous.
A child, only when he has suffered enough will he know who is good for him.
When the assistant nodded in understanding, his mobile phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and listened to the few sentences attentively to say with joy: "Mr. Luo, the one from the Lu family might have come to Haining!"
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