Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 6
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5 months ago
Luo Wenhao sat up upright, "Really?!"
"The latest news, Mr. Luo, do you remember the car accident at Gaoyang intersection that caused Ershao to escape just now? The owner of one of the cars was Geng Qile, who is still in resuscitation."
Luo Wenhao frowned, "Geng Qile? The brother-in-law of Chen Jingqiu, the head of the Chen family? Who would dare to touch him?"
The Chen family was one of the major families in the capital that could be said to be on the same level as the Lu family. In the last ten years or so, the Lu family had gained a lot of momentum due to the ascension of Lu Jiuye, leaving the Chen family far behind. But the Chen family's century-old heritage was there, and Chen Jingqiu's name was not something anyone could look down upon.
But Luo Wenhao was a little disapproving when he said it, mainly because Chen Jingqiu's brother-in-law was the mud that couldn't hold the wall (had poor ability or low level). Geng Qile offended people in the capital a few years ago and was sent by Chen Jingqiu to Haining to open a small real estate company. Chen Jingqiu's people also talked to the Luo family specifically about this matter. Luo Wenhao wiped Geng Qile's ass a lot in the past, and he was quite happy to hear that the man had a car accident.
The assistant said, "It was Chen Jingqiu himself who ordered someone to do it."
Luo Wenhao became interested: "What happened?"
The assistant received the information on his phone and said excitedly, "You can see for yourself."
When Luo Wenhao took a look, he quickly understood. Geng Qile was assigned to the "frontier" and was extremely eager to return to the capital. It happened that Chen Jingqiu's sons were fighting for inheritance rights. The eldest son was impatient to make a quick profit and wanted to have some achievements. He learned that the Chen family's biggest enemy, Lu Jiuye, would pass by Haining, so he came up with an unconventional gambit and teamed up with Geng Qile to assassinate the opponent.
Speaking of being a partner, Geng Qile just played a minor role to help in the plans of Young Master Chen.
But in the end, the conspiracy was not very successful. Besides, Young Master Chen hadn't wiped his trails clean, and the man called Lu Jiuye found out.
Chen Jingqiu valued his eldest son the most, so he put the blame on Geng Qile and quickly tried to kill him to make amends to Lu Jiuye. It was a pity that Lu Jiuye didn't eat this. Chen Jingqui was stunned to find out his eldest son, whom he had hidden, had two of his eyes gouged out.
In the conspiracy, one of Lu Jiuye's eyes had been injured.
Luo Wenhao laughed coldly: "Chen Jingqiu has given away a bride to lose the army on top of it (suffered a double loss after trying to trick the enemy)." His eldest son was completely ruined, and although Geng Qile was worthless, the fact that his sister, Chen Jingqiu's wife, held the shares of the Chen family's company was still there.
It should be mentioned that Chen Jingqiu's wife never had any children and his sons were all born to his mistress. It was said that the eldest son was raised by Chen Jingqiu's wife from a young age; but even if he was raised from a young age, an illegitimate son was still an illegitimate son, not to mention the fact that his own mother was still alive and well, so how could he compare to the woman's own brother?
Chen Jingqiu, there is a fire in your backyard, ah!
Chen Jingqiu had already submitted but the Lu family still gouged out his son's eyes, which was quite something. No wonder they all said that Lu Jiuye was cold and ruthless, did things without scruples and never showed mercy to anyone. Even if the Chen family was not as good as the Lu family, it was still a behemoth.
Luo Wenhao frowned fiercely; this kind of person was not easy to deal with.
He asked, "Is that one injured eye blind?"
"It doesn't say so over there."
Luo Wenhao was a little disappointed.
It would be nice if it was really blind.
This information was provided by someone planted on the Chen family's side, so naturally that person wouldn't know too much about the situation on Lu Jiuye's side. But it was revealed that when Chen Jingqiu and Lu Jiuye negotiated over the phone, Lu Jiuye was in Haining.
"Сonceal the news for now, gather the manpower to investigate and prepare a car. Geng Qile had an accident, I should go to visit."
……
Luo Wencheng raised his head and looked at the bar in front of him.
Haining City had developed well in recent years, and the downtown area was very prosperous, which was reflected in the large number of bars. This "Golden Glory" was not very famous but a very high-class one and most of the people who came here to play were either rich or influential.
The cleaning girl at the door saw him standing there for a long time and came over to ask, "Can I help you, sir?" It was still early in the morning, the bar had not yet opened, and this man didn't look like he was here to spend money.
Luo Wencheng held up his mobile phone: "I saw on the internet that you were recruiting here, so I came to apply for the job."
The cleaning girl took a quick look at him and couldn't help but blush a little. This guy was really good looking and spoke gently, but he was a bit too thin and looked like he had just been sick. Such a good looking young man should be a student at any university, not to come to work in the bar…
The cleaning girl instantly made up a string of tragic plots in her head; her sympathy surged, and she showed her sweetest smile: "Yes, please follow me."
Luo Wencheng: "……" Why did it feel like she was looking at him with pity in her eyes? Was there something on his face?
Luo Wencheng was taken to the manager's office but the manager was not there. While waiting, Luo Wencheng slowly walked to the bar and looked at the liquor cabinet full of dazzling drinks as well as at the various glasses hanging upside down, reflecting the brilliant light.
A few people from upstairs came down, continuing their conversation: "…Zhao Shao, walk slowly."
Luo Wencheng looked up, and the young man who was led down by the manager also saw him.
The other party froze. Luo Wencheng's body stiffened, his eyes narrowed slightly, a chill emerging from their depths.
The young man quickly walked down: "Ah Cheng! What are you doing here? When did you get out of prison?" While vigorously patting Luo Wencheng on the shoulder, he looked full of surprise.
Didn't expect to meet you here either.
Luo Wencheng lowered his head slightly, as if looking a bit cramped, and said softly, "I've been out for a few days."
Zhao Jianping seemed very happy for his good brother and said repeatedly, "It's good, it's good to be out, but why didn't you come to me? Look how thin you are, let's go and have a drink! Dongzi and Xingheng must be very happy to know you're out. Let's ask them out too, so the four of us can have a good get-together."
Hearing those two names, the chill in Luo Wencheng's eyes intensified, and he hastily refused, "No, I still have something to do…"
Zhao Jianping asked, "By the way, what brings you here?"
Luo Wencheng looked at the man who accompanied Zhao Jianping downstairs. The man was in his thirties or forties, white and fat, looking kind and friendly. He wore a "Manager" badge on his chest. It was Liu Weizhi, the manager of "Golden Glory".
Liu Weizhi also looked at Luo Wencheng and asked Zhao Jianping with a smile, "This is…"
The cleaning girl looked back and forth. She didn't dare to say that this person was here to apply for a job. Zhao Jianping hugged Luo Wencheng's shoulders and smiled: "Lao Liu, I would like to introduce you. This is my good brother, Luo Wencheng, who used to come to this area to play. Oh, you have not been in Haining for long, you may not know."
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 7
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5 months ago
Of course Liu Weizhi knew who Luo Wencheng was. A little over three years ago, a big drama involving a real and a fake prince of the Luo family, the richest family in Haining, had shocked the whole city.
The story goes that the mistress of Luo Kaifang happened to go to the countryside to visit relatives when she was pregnant. Somehow, the labour started early and she gave birth to a child in a small hospital halfway through the journey. It might have been too busy at that time, and the child was stolen by human traffickers as soon as he was born..
The mistress had not become the wife yet, and losing her son meant that her dream to become a wealthy man's wife was shattered. So not only did she not dare to reveal what happened, she also asked her confidants to urgently search for a newborn child. At that time, there were many newborns in the hospital, so they created chaos and stole the child of a migrant couple.
The job of making the plum tree wither in place of the peach tree (substitute one thing for another) was done well. The migrant couple had no roots in the local area. They thought their child was stolen by human traffickers. They didn't suspect anything else at all, and the stolen child was brought back to the Luo family. His identity was never doubted, and the mistress also used this child to become the real Mrs. Luo.
This child was Luo Wencheng. He grew up in the Luo family until he was seventeen. During this time the former mistress died prematurely, leaving only the nanny to know the truth. The nanny then fell ill and before she died, she ran to the Luo family to tell them the truth so that she would not have to suffer the torment of her conscience anymore.
The news caused an uproar in the Luo family. Luo Kaifang started looking for his biological son everywhere. It took more than half a year to finally find him. The real prince was picked up and returned home. The fake prince was naturally in an awkward position. There were rumours that Luo Wencheng fell out of favour and took it very badly; in the end, he drove his car drunk and tried to kill Luo Wenjun. Unexpectedly, Luo Wenjun remained unscathed, but Luo Wenjun's adoptive sister had her leg broken.
Luo Wencheng was underage at the time, and it was an internal dispute of the Luo family. It was not impossible to exempt him from punishment as long as appropriate activities were carried out. However, Luo Kaifang felt sorry for his son who had suffered for seventeen or eighteen years outside. It also happened to be a time of strict political scrutiny, and the head of the Luo family wanted the honour of being a model civilised businessman, so he placed righteousness before family and personally sent the fake son he had raised for eighteen years to prison.
Although Liu Weizhi had not long been in Haining for long, he had inquired about all the big and small events here.
A few days ago Luo Wencheng was released from prison and seemed to have gone to the Luo family to make a scene. Liu Weizhi looked at the young man in front of him. Luo Wencheng was quite different from what he had imagined.
He smiled at Luo Wencheng and said, "So you're Luo Ershao, one of the Four Young Masters of Haining, how nice to meet you."
Luo Wencheng's face flushed and he said with a bitter smile, "There is no such thing as Luo Ershao. I came here to apply for a job because I saw that you were recruiting."
A trace of surprise and doubt flashed in Zhao Jianping's eyes, and he said in disbelief: "Are you here to find work? You don't know how to bartend, what are you going to do in the bar? Come on, follow me, you have your brothers, do you need to be shy?"
Luo Wencheng didn't let him pull him away, "I can't rely on you, I'm a big man and I have to support myself." He said to Liu Weizhi, "Manager, I see that the job ads say that one must be over 1.75 and have good looks. I meet these requirements. Do you think you can give me an interview opportunity?" He smiled bitterly again, "Of course, if you don't accept people who have been in prison…"
He had looked for a number of jobs in the past few days, but either they disliked his low education and lack of experience, or they saw that he had been in prison and rejected him without another word. With an ugly and useless resume, Luo Wencheng found himself struggling as he tried to enter the society. If it wasn't for that, he wouldn't have found this bar.
Liu Weizhi smiled and said, "What a coincidence, our bar wants to recruit a group of waiters to have a new look. It doesn't matter what they did before, but the work of the waiters is not as simple as serving dishes. They have to be smart and quick, able to handle guests, and able to take a lot of flak. Can you?"
Overjoyed, Luo Wencheng said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, I will work hard!"
Zhao Jianping was even more surprised. Was this really the Luo Wencheng he knew? Had he suffered too much in prison? He was like a new person; never mind his old snooty arrogance, now he looked like he would jump up, wag his tail and call anyone his master if he was given a bone.
Zhao Jianping was amazed and a little disdainful, but more than that, he was happy that the young prince of the Luo family who had been so conceited before had finally become so humble and cowardly.
With this in mind, he didn't think there was anything abnormal about Luo Wencheng; instead he felt that this was how Luo Wencheng should be without his status.
Zhao Jianping pretended to persuade him a few more times, but Luo Wencheng insisted on fending for himself, so Zhao Jianping asked Liu Weizhi to take good care of his brother and made an appointment to come back to see Luo Wencheng later.
Luo Wencheng watched Zhao Jianping's back as he walked out of the bar. His smile gradually faded and his gaze became quiet and still.
If he hadn't lived a lifetime, he would have been fooled by Zhao Jianping.
Back then, when he was Luo Ershao, his old man was the richest man in Haining, his elder brother was a young talent, and they both spoiled him so much that in the city Luo Wencheng was the boss of the rich second and third generations and the leader of the playboy group. Everyone who met him had to call him "Ershao" obediently. Naturally, there were many people who tried to get close to him, to please him and to be his sidekicks. Zhao Jianping was one of them.
However, Zhao Jianping was lucky; the Zhao family and the Luo family were relatively close and the two of them practically grew up together. At that time, Luo Wencheng could be said to have no subtlety at all. Whoever treated him well, he treated them well in return. As for Zhao Jianping, he really treated him as a brother.
Even if Zhang Dong and Wei Xingheng were later added to form the so-called "Four Young Masters of Haining", in Luo Wencheng's eyes, no one was comparable to Zhao Jianping.
But in Zhao Jianping's eyes, he was the eldest son of the Zhao family, the future heir, while Luo Wencheng was just a young master raised by the Luo family, a straw bag (a good-for-nothing). But because the Zhao family was not as powerful as the Luo family and Luo Wenhao didn't pay him any attention, he could only try to please Luo Wencheng, hoping to get on Luo Wenhao's boat.
Who could know the resentment in Zhao Jianping's heart?
In his previous life, Luo Wencheng was thrown under the flyover by Luo Wenjun and went to Zhao Jianping for help when he was cornered. Zhao Jianping enthusiastically took him in, and also brought Zhang Dong and Wei Xingheng to give him advice. They said that they only recognised Luo Wencheng as their brother in their hearts. They said that Luo Wenjun grew up in a slum and the lowliness in his bones couldn't be washed away. They said that few people in their circle looked up to Luo Wenjun.
They also said that Luo Wencheng had been the part of their circle for so many years, his connections were excellent, and if he reconnected, he would still be the same Luo Ershao as he had been before, and Luo Wenjun would be nothing in front of him.
Luo Wencheng was also foolish enough to be persuaded and listen to them, and went to work as a waiter in the small bar they opened in partnership.
The bar was also on the same street and there were usually a bunch of second-generation idlers who spent their time there. Zhao Jianping and the others tricked Luo Wencheng into apologising to his former "friends" and bowing his knee because it was "a means of regaining their friendship and approval".
When Luo Wencheng was a teenager, he used to rely on the Luo family as his backing. He made fun of and offended ninety out of a hundred people he knew. They all came back to see him making a laughing stock out of himself and settle scores with him. And even those who hadn't crossed paths with him before, once Zhao Jianping and the others announced his origin, all wanted a taste of what it would be like to be served by the former head of "Four Young Masters of Haining".
Luo Wencheng had money thrown in his face every day and dragged to accompany the customers to drink. And he had to drink as much as people wanted him to, and to endure as long as people wanted to humiliate him. He himself was not a good drinker and had a big reaction to alcohol. It was almost unbearable in just half a month. When he realised that Zhao Jianping had been lying to him from start to finish, he wanted to escape…
"Luo Wencheng?"
When Luo Wencheng came back to his senses, Liu Weizhi smiled at him and said, "Since Zhao Jianping entrusted me to look after you, let's skip the interview. Let the head waiter train you later, can you start work today? There's a one-month trial period though."
"Thank you, Manager, I'll do a good job." Luo Wencheng said hurriedly. He had some mixed feelings about Liu Weizhi. No one knew that this chubby and kind-looking man was actually one of Lu Jiuye's people, and "Golden Glory" was actually the property of Lu Jiuye. It was here that Luo Wenjun had hugged Lu Jiuye's tight.
And that was why Luo Wencheng came here.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 8
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5 months ago
"Golden Glory" was a big, classy bar where no one dared to behave too presumptuously, so although Luo Wencheng's old "friends" knew from various sources that he was working there and came to him every day to find fault, they were basically just sarcastic, difficult or looking for reasons to make him drink.
Compared to the other waiters, Luo Wencheng had to work extra hard, but it was much better than in his previous life.
"Gack!" Luo Wencheng rushed into the bathroom, held onto the sink and vomited up all the alcohol he had just poured in, together with a lot of gastric acid. His whole face was flushed, his eyes filled with tears.
"Brother Luo, are you all right?" He was followed by a newly recruited waiter, Xiao Chen, who was a year younger than Luo Wencheng and was on good terms with him. At this moment Xiao Chen patted him on the back and said indignantly, "Those people are too much. Every time they come, they have to pour you wine. We are waiters, not drinking companions."
Luo Wencheng rinsed his mouth and then splashed a handful of water on his burning face. He finally gathered himself, took a tissue to wipe his face and said in a muffled voice, "Who's to blame that I've offended them before? I deserve to be poured a few drinks, it's good that I didn't get beaten up."
"But that's too much." Xiao Chen said with some disappointment, "The manager doesn't care about those people either. I see him smiling all day long, but I didn't expect him to be so indifferent."
Luo Wencheng looked straight at him, "Stop saying that, how can the manager control such things? They are customers, they just ask the waiter to have a few drinks, and they give tips, so it's not a big deal. If the manager interferes, it will seem that our bar is petty. What's more, those people are originally coming at me. It's good enough that the manager doesn't think I'm causing trouble and lets me stay."
He paused for a moment and patted his pocket with a smile, "Just a few drinks and a good tip, I have to thank them for that."
Luo Wencheng's eyes were a light amber colour and he usually looked a little distant and alienated, but when he smiled, his eyes curved and his temperament immediately softened.
In the past half a month, his complexion had improved a lot. His skin was white and rosy, and his shrivelled body also filled out and straightened. His hair was growing fast, dark and soft, slightly messed up and falling gently on his forehead. At this moment, when he smiled under the electric light, his eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, and his whole temperament was like that of a hero who walked out of a romantic movie.
Xiao Chen looked dumbfounded and thought to himself: Brother Luo seems to be looking better and better every day. He was silent for a while and then sighed, "Brother Luo, I understand, but your temper is really too good."
Luo Wencheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "It doesn't have anything to do with a good or bad temper, that's how you make a living, right? Go to work, I'll take a break for a moment."
After Xiao Chen left, the toilet was completely quiet. Luo Wencheng propped his hands on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror with an indifferent expression.
Was his temper good? If he didn't have his own agenda, why would he be greeting people with a smile at this place day in and day out? Unfortunately, half a month down the line, there was not the slightest news about Lu Jiuye. When exactly was he going to come? Counting the time, it should be in the next few days.
Click.
Luo Wencheng instantly changed his expression to blank. Was there someone else in the toilet?
The mirror reflected the doors of the cubicles behind him. One of them opened and a tall man stepped out of it.
At first Luo Wencheng was a little embarrassed to be overheard, but then he stared at the man in wonder. Why did he look familiar? If his right eye was covered with a cloth patch…
You can't really watch people in the mirror. Luo Wencheng turned around abruptly. The bathroom wasn't large and the man had already walked behind him and slightly raised his eyebrows at Luo Wencheng's excited reaction, then came to another sink to wash his hands.
Luo Wencheng stared into those deep eyes for a moment and clearly saw the scar on the man's right eyelid under his thick, sharp eyebrow.
It looked like a knife cut or like a scrape left by rough debris. It was not a light injury at a glance; no wonder he had to keep his right eye under the patch at that time. Luo Wencheng thought that the man was one-eyed and was following news of one-eyed people everywhere these days.
"You…" Luo Wencheng almost shivered in excitement.
Lu Chong cast a sideways glance at him again. He was tall; even when he slightly bent over to wash his hands he was a little taller than Luo Wencheng. His haughty gaze was deep and penetrating, full of a powerful pressure. Luo Wencheng's voice suddenly stuck in his throat. He sensibly noticed that the man in front of him was different from the person who gave him food and drink that night and who was talking to him in a peaceful tone.
Like the first time their eyes met, the man's gaze made him tense in nervousness, sensing the danger.
The faint scent of tobacco reached him, clear and crisp like grass in the snow. It was so special that Luo Wencheng couldn't tell if it was really tobacco or some perfume, but he quickly calmed down and said deliberately, "Hello, do you, do you remember me?"
The kindness of giving him food that night, the few thousand yuan that saved him from embarrassment and the man's tone that was so calm and gentle; Luo Wencheng had received so little help in his life that a gift like that was too precious to him.
Lu Chong's expression remained unchanged and he didn't seem to know what Luo Wencheng was talking about. He shook the drops of water from his hands and drew two paper towels to wipe them, a casual action that he did with an innate ease.
"Something wrong?" His eyes were cold.
"Ah…" Luo Wencheng was slightly surprised. This reaction… he didn't recognise him?
No, although it was too dark that night, the two of them were not far away from each other, so they could see each other clearly, right? Or was it that he had changed too much?
But then again, maybe the man didn't even think about it. The dark night, the homeless person he met, the food and the wallet he threw at him carelessly…
It was just a trivial thing…
The loss Luo Wencheng felt was inexplicable.
He was standing dumbfounded by the hand dryer with a silly look on his wet face that he forgot to wipe. He looked white and clean, his hair was soft, the ends of his eyes were tinged with red from the liquor he had drunk. With his moist eyes he looked particularly innocent and confused.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 9
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5 months ago
With different identities and attitudes, what you see is different.
What Xiao Chen saw when looking at Luo Wencheng was his cool and calm temperament.
In Lu Chong's eyes, the kid looked dull, dumb and particularly easy to bully.
Of course, he looked a lot better than he had that night, and he didn't seem to be suffering.
Lu Chong looked at him one more time; his eyes softened imperceptibly, and he turned to leave.
Disappointed, Luo Wencheng smiled bitterly. What he remembered so firmly didn't leave any impression on the other party at all; the kindness the man had shown him helping him through the difficult times was nothing more than a casual gesture when he was in a mood for it.
Luo Wencheng was somewhat depressed and his mind was a little foggy from drinking. His entire body felt limp and wilted as he steeled himself to return to the bar.
"Xiao Luo, you're back, there're customers over there who want you specifically." The head waiter waved when he saw Luo Wencheng, looking at him with a somewhat complicated gaze.
After Luo Wencheng's arrival, the business of their bar had improved a lot, and there were people coming to see him every day. The head waiter's salary was linked to the daily turnover, so he liked Luo Wencheng for that; but he also had to be always on guard against the customers making trouble because of Luo Wencheng, which was quite inconvenient. Luckily, Luo Wencheng knew how to behave. He drank when he needed to and kept his head down when he had to, so even if the guests wanted to make trouble, they would not be able to do so with Luo Wencheng's attitude.
Everyone likes people who work hard and are sensible; besides, Luo Wencheng was born to be pleasing to the eye. Thinking about it, the head waiter looked at Luo Wencheng in a much gentler way: "Xiao Luo, there are many guests tonight, so hang on there a little longer and we'll give you tomorrow off."
Luo Wencheng smiled faintly, "Thank you, Head Waiter." He took the drinks that the customers ordered from the bar and was about to leave. The head waiter thought about his tenacity to say less and do more and never complain; he felt pity in the end and couldn't help but stop him again: "Xiao Luo."
"Is there anything else the Head Waiter wants?"
The head waiter took him aside, "Let me tell you something, the people who asked you to come are your former friends. And the young master of the Luo family is also there."
Luo Wencheng's pupils suddenly shrank.
It was finally here.
Luo Wenjun had only been to "Golden Glory" once, and that was the time he had run into that man.
This was what Luo Wenjun bragged about to him later when he was paralysed in bed, unable to speak.
In other words, tonight, that man was here?
Luo Wencheng's heart was beating fast.
The head waiter patted him on the shoulder: "You've been doing a good job, so don't let anything go wrong tonight."
The head waiter's face was more serious than usual and he emphasised "tonight", and Luo Wencheng was even more sure that tonight the biggest boss would be in the bar. When he came, the bar would naturally be particularly careful to avoid trouble.
This was the head waiter's way of giving him a heads-up, right?
Luo Wencheng felt a little grateful in his heart. He settled his mind and quietly said, "I understand, thank you."
Carrying the tray, he manoeuvred among the guests writhing in duos and trios on the dance floor, all the way keeping his eyes and ears open. He secretly thought that if he was a big shot, he would be in a private room on the second floor. The walls of each private room there were transparent from inside and one could watch the hall below from there.
Unfortunately, with his qualifications, he was not yet able to serve the guests in the private rooms.
Luo Wenjun's table was Table 9, in the bar lobby directly opposite the stage. At this moment, there was a female singer on the stage humming a beautiful and sad English song softly. Table 9 had the best view.
The circular sofa in front of the table was filled with people and Luo Wencheng saw a few familiar faces. Zhao Jianping, Zhang Dong and Wei Xingheng, the trio that had fooled him in his previous life.
And of course, there was Luo Wenjun.
After the first day of rebirth, it was the first time Luo Wencheng saw the young Luo Wenjun. Fresh, well-behaved, tender, harmless to human and animals Luo Wenjun; yet what appeared in Luo Wencheng's mind was the hideous faces of the man standing in front of his hospital bed.
Then he remembered something that happened a long, long time ago, but should have happened today.
At that time he was still working in Zhao Jianping's trio's small bar and found that the three of them were actually playing with him. He intended to escape but was stopped at the back door. Then he was dragged into a private room where a grim-faced man sat on the sofa. That was Luo Wenjun.
Luo Wenjun was not in a good mood that day. He stayed in "Golden Glory" all night but he couldn't even see a shadow of the target he wanted to see. He was disappointed and annoyed. When he thought of Luo Wencheng's presence in Zhao Jianping's bar, he came to take a look.
Of course his "look" was more than just a look. He came in through the back door without even letting Zhao Jianping and the others know, and his "iron brothers" had booked a private room for him. So when Luo Wencheng was brought in, he saw a group of people that looked different at first glance.
Among them were the men who had broken into the apartment that night and beaten him up. Anyway, all of them were friends of Luo Wenjun from his time on the streets.
Luo Wencheng was terrified.
Luo Wenjun smiled and told him that he had long known about Zhao Jianping's revenge on Luo Wencheng and that he was behind Luo Wencheng's fall to this point.
He said that Luo Wenhao also knew about Luo Wencheng's situation in the bar and that Luo Wenhao said that Luo Wencheng was extremely stupid. He could have rescued him with one word, but he didn't because he "wanted to make his younger brother suffer to learn from his mistakes".
Luo Wenjun also said that Luo Wencheng had already become a laughing stock in Haining and that when anyone mentioned him, he was a "degenerate" and a "drunkard" who had brought "flirtatious habits" out of prison. Luo Kaifang was so angry that he dropped two tea sets and called him shameless, eager to hire a killer to deal with him.
Now, under the colourful lights, people were mingling with shadows, and Luo Wencheng was holding his tray, looking silently at Luo Wenjun, who sat in the middle with a smile on his face. A pair of dimples on his face when he smiled were so cute but the vicious words that used to come out of his mouth still echoed in Luo Wencheng's ears, cutting like a knife.
It was as if Luo Wencheng again saw himself kneeling, pale, shaking, heartbroken and ashamed of himself; and then he was grabbed, held down by countless hands, layers of tissue paper covered his face and the liquor was poured down on him…
Luo Wencheng clenched the tray in his hands a little tighter. The scene from the past seemed to blend with the one in front of him. He gritted his teeth and returned to his senses. He thought he had moved on, but only when he really looked back at his past did he know that the shame and the resentment had never disappeared.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 10
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5 months ago
He walked over with steady steps, but before he reached the table, Luo Wenjun stood up swiftly and exclaimed, "Second Brother!"
This excited look, this worried yet joyful expression; Luo Wencheng sneered in his heart, his acting skills were really not bad.
He lowered his eyes and bent down, placing the two cocktails on the tray on the low glass table, "The Seven Colour Rainbow you ordered, please enjoy."
He turned to leave but of course he couldn't make it. Zhao Jianping was one step quicker and put a hand on his shoulder, "Ah Cheng, are you getting used to it here? Xiao Jun knew you worked here and was very worried. You're brothers, sit down and talk." Zhao Jianping was a strong man and his grip was so firm that Luo Wencheng felt it was impossible to break free.
He noticed provocation and mockery in Zhao Jianping's voice and gestures that had not been present on previous occasions when he had come to "visit".
It seemed that Zhao Jianping was not going to pretend anymore.
Zhang Dong also smiled and said, "That's right, Ah Cheng, don't you know that Uncle Luo is very strict with Xiao Jun? It's so hard for him to get out. Why don't you say anything?"
Luo Wencheng raised his head and met Zhang Dong's eyes. Facing the undisguised malice in them, Luo Wencheng's gaze slowly became cold. Among the Four Young Masters of Haining, Zhang Dong was basically the one who always offered bad advice. Luo Wencheng's fighting people and racing cars was encouraged by Zhang Dong. He seemed to be doing everything for Luo Wencheng's good, but in fact, he was looking for trouble for Luo Wencheng and his good was the last thing Zhang Dong thought about.
Luo Wencheng felt that he was incredibly stupid to treat such a person as a brother.
But it was interesting that they were all here together. Was it because they knew that Lu Jiuye was the owner of "Golden Glory" and would show up here today?
It shouldn't be so. Although the entire upper echelons of Haining City were gossiping that Lu Jiuye of the Lu family had come to Haining many days ago and would probably develop his business here in the future, with everyone trying his best to get ahead of others to bow to him, no one could find Lu Jiuye's whereabouts.
But Luo Wenjun had been living in the slums in the west of the city before he returned to the Luo family. He had met people from the three religions and nine schools, rats, mice and snakes. No matter how many people in Haining couldn't find out anything about Lu Jiuye, Luo Wenjun's inconspicuous "friends" could.
So Luo Wenjun was here.
Probably because Luo Wencheng was working in "Golden Glory" in this life, Luo Wenjun came here under the guise of visiting him, and brought along Zhao Jianping and the others to make it seem more reasonable and natural.
"Second Brother, I didn't know before that you were here because of the family's recent busy schedule." Luo Wenjun squeezed out of his middle seat with genuine concern on his face, "Come home with me, what if something happens to you here?"
Luo Wencheng lowered his eyes and said faintly, "I'm fine here, you can leave."
"No, I'm not leaving! If you don't want to come with me, I'll come here every day as long as you stay here."
Luo Wencheng thought to himself, what a good idea, to come over every day and wait for the golden master in the name of worrying about your brother and visiting your brother. It made perfect sense. In his previous life, Luo Wenjun had met his future big backer on the first day, but the current Luo Wenjun didn't know that yet, did he?
Luo Wenjun looked worried as his eyes were secretly examining Luo Wencheng.
When Zhao Jianping told him that Luo Wencheng was working in "Golden Glory", he hoped for a good show and asked Zhao Jianping to secretly spread the news so that people would come to trouble Luo Wencheng. He was waiting to see Luo Wencheng desperate and cornered. But after he found out that "Golden Glory" was actually the property of Lu Jiuye, he didn't look at it that way anymore. He wondered if Luo Wencheng had learned something in advance, otherwise why would he come to "Golden Glory"?
But Luo Wencheng started working in "Golden Glory" half a month ago, and Luo Wenjun only confirmed yesterday that Lu Jiuye was the owner behind "Golden Glory". So how could Luo Wencheng have known about it half a month earlier?
He probably didn't even know who Lu Jiuye was, did he?
Luo Wenjun had his doubts, but when he walked up to Luo Wencheng, his eyes widened.
"You, your face…" Pointing at Luo Wencheng's face, he almost whimpered.
Until the spinning light turned he really didn't notice that Luo Wencheng's skin that used to be dull and rough was delicate and fair now. And why was Luo Wencheng's hair so long? Three weeks ago at the Luo family's house it was cropped short, but now he had bangs!
Wig! It must be a wig!
Luo Wenjun bit his lower lip. If he only had a slight suspicion before, now he was almost sure: Luo Wencheng must have gotten the information from somewhere, otherwise why would he work so hard to upgrade his looks? Bitch, he had learned to seduce men.
Luo Wencheng glanced at him lightly, "What's wrong with my face?"
Luo Wenjun said with a meaningful smile, "I haven't seen you for a few days, Second Brother, and your complexion has become much whiter and your skin has improved so much. What skincare products do you use?"
Luo Wencheng smiled calmly, "Unlike you, I don't have the habit of putting make-up on my face."
Looking at Luo Wenjun up close, it was clear he had gone to a lot of trouble for today. His hair, it'd just been done, right? His face, he'd put a lot of concealer on it. His clothes looked casual, but every detail was near perfect, and there was a subtle fragrance coming from his body that in no way could be his natural body smell.
This was a wholehearted effort of someone eager to hook up with the golden master.
"To visit me, you've even sprayed yourself with perfume. I'm really flattered." Luo Wencheng said indifferently.
Luo Wenjun blushed, "No, how could I?" As he glanced at Luo Wencheng, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.
Luo Wenjun inherited his looks and figure from his mother, a charming and graceful woman who had advanced from a mistress to a wife, with a baby face that looked pure and bright, never ageing, and a petite, delicate figure. Although Luo Wenjun relied on these conditions to survive to his age and was proud of his appearance, in private he felt secretly inferior because of his height of 1.6 metres.
Luo Wencheng was different. As a teenager, he was tall and upright, with handsome features and sharp edges, and because of his privileged family background and decent manners, he had a confident and domineering look.
As long as he didn't do any stupid things, he could serve as an example of a young master from a good family everywhere he went. If Luo Kaifang hadn't deliberately raised him as a waste, Luo Wenjun wouldn't dare to imagine how good Luo Wencheng would have been at the age of seventeen or eighteen. So when he first saw Luo Wencheng, he was jealous to the point of vomiting blood.
Therefore, Luo Wenjun wanted to destroy Luo Wencheng; to make him lose his edges and his sharpness, to make him hunch over, to fill his eyes with darkness and misery, to make him unable to hold his head up in front of people! And he did it, he put Luo Wencheng into prison, and every time he received a picture of Luo Wencheng in prison, dishevelled and miserable, he was overjoyed.
But now, instead of the wretched appearance he had imagined, Luo Wencheng looked much better than before, like a porcelain piece that had been played with and washed for a long time, and finally got a layer of a rich, lustrous coating.
Luo Wenjun felt a pang in his heart.