Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 16
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5 months ago
Luo Wencheng yanked his collar and retched to the sink. He heaved for a long time but didn't manage to throw up anything. His mind felt foggy, and he forced himself to stay awake. His eyes in the mirror were gloomy and bottomless.
The head waiter came to him: "Xiao Luo, you are here. Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Luo Wencheng shook his head. He lowered his head slightly, looking exhausted, and said, "Head Waiter, I want to resign. I will be responsible for tonight's losses."
The head waiter looked surprised: "You are doing a good job, why do you want to resign? The manager called me specifically to praise you. From tomorrow, you'll be bartending. As for the losses, what losses? Tonight you even generated a profit for our bar, and I will send you a big red envelope."
Luo Wencheng smiled faintly. That man upstairs should have seen everything, right? Luo Wenjun showed such a face, vicious, perverse and foolish, one kind of person on the surface and absolutely different on the inside. The most ridiculous thing was that once he was provoked, he showed his real face so clearly, stupid from head to toe. If that man could still be interested in Luo Wenjun, then it was really true love.
A sneer flashed in Luo Wencheng's eyes. He felt a little dazed. Instead of continuing to argue with the head waiter, he left the bar alone in silence.
He would never come to this bar again.
That man, who had been the target of his strategy and to whom he ambitiously wanted to get close – he didn't want to contact him anymore.
He felt the cold wretchedness that followed the excitement, and suddenly he didn't know where he should go. Then he saw a Maserati driving away. It should be Luo Wenjun's car; Luo Kaifang had given it to him as a birthday gift.
An idea suddenly popped up in his mind. He raised his hand to stop a taxi: "Boss, follow that car in front."
……
In the night, the blue Maserati was driving down the street when suddenly the man asleep in the back seat woke up: "Stop, stop!"
The driver immediately stepped on the brakes, and the man in the back seat opened the door, covering his mouth, and rushed out stumbling to hold onto the wall and throw up.
The driver immediately followed: "Ershao, Ershao, are you okay?"
Luo Wenjun was called Ershao in his family; this was Luo Kaifang's order. For Luo Kaifang, Luo Wenjun was his second son. There was no Luo Wencheng and no such thing as changing a son. His second son was the only one from beginning to end.
However, Luo Wenjun didn't like this name very much. Everyone knew that Luo Wencheng was called "Ershao" in the past. To this day, it seemed to be Luo Wencheng's exclusive name, so Luo Wenjun didn't like people calling him that when not at home.
The driver was in a hurry, so he accidentally called him that.
Luo Wenjun, still retching, was so angry that he grabbed his mobile phone and threw it at the driver: "Get lost!"
The driver was unprepared and the phone hit his head, making his temper rise immediately.
He had been driving for the Luo family for twenty years, and even the eldest young master gave him some face. The second young master called him "Uncle" with a grin. What did this pussy, who had only been recognised for three or four years, think he was?!
Yes, Luo Wenjun was the subject of some discussion to the people around him because of his appearance and height. Not only did he look effeminate, there was also something subtly wanton about him. His mother was a vixen who turned from a mistress into a wife, and he was the vixen's son.
Luo Wenjun didn't mind his looks but his height was always a pain in his heart.
Hearing the driver cursing "pussy" in a low voice, Luo Wenjun almost cursed back. Fortunately, he realised that he was on the street. Although there were no people or cars at the moment, and the street lights were quite dim, he still walked down the alley, trying to hide his distorted expression.
Today was a terrible day for Luo Wenjun.
Instead of seeing the person he wanted to see, he had been banished and blacklisted. Luo Wencheng managed to look good in front of him, while making a laughing stock out of him.
What a disgrace!
In the distance, a taxi stopped; a man got out of the car, waited for the taxi to drive away and quietly walked closer.
The driver of the Luo family was squatting on the side of the road smoking when suddenly there was a swift movement behind him. Before he could turn his head, he was knocked to the ground with a single blow.
Luo Wenjun retched weakly, cursing Luo Wencheng in a low voice. Finally his stomach settled down and he was about to return to the car when suddenly a big sack fell from the sky and enveloped his upper body. He screamed and then felt a stick hitting him.
"Who is it? Who is it?!"
The answer to him was one stick blow after another.
It hurt!
The blows rained on him with unrelenting force, bruised his ribs, hit his buttocks, slammed onto his fingers. It hurt like hell. In order to keep in shape, Luo Wenjun ate very carefully, and there were no more than two taels of meat on his body. At this moment, the pain was driving him crazy, making him scream and curse.
Only when he was exhausted, his voice was hoarse and his struggles stopped did the stick blows end.
A fruit knife cut a hole in the sack and a hand rudely tugged at Luo Wenjun's hair. He heard a vicious, husky voice say with a sneer: "See? It was me who hit you."
Luo Wenjun's nose was bleeding, his face swollen and bruised. He was almost on the verge of fainting. When he saw the face in front of him clearly, his eyes widened, and he stammered, trembling and resentful: "Luo, Luo Wencheng!"
Luo Wencheng laughed coldly and slapped his face: "Very surprised? You are not the only one who can plot against me, boy. From now on, think before you go after me, next time it won't be as simple as a few blows."
Luo Wenjun was mad with anger and a bit scared. The Luo Wencheng in front of him had red eyes; he looked like a vindictive ghost in the dim alleyway. His teeth chattered, "Luo Wencheng, who do you think you are to hit me? You owe, you owe me!"
"Huh, that's the sentence again." When Luo Wencheng thought of all kinds of things Luo Wenjun had done to him in his previous life, his heart was filled with endless hatred. He wanted to chop this man into pieces, but he couldn't. He couldn't afford revenge on the Luo family and Luo Wenjun's ever-present, well-connected lover.
In fact, it was already very irrational for him to show his face at this moment. But he had a fire in his heart, and if he didn't vent, he would be burned to death by this fire.
"I owe you?" Luo Wencheng said in a low, hoarse voice, "It's really funny. When He Mei gave birth to you, she was negligent and let you be taken away. It was all her fault, but she, in order to use her son to become Mrs. Luo, stole me from my parents who didn't know anything. My mother died of grief and remorse in the middle of the postpartum period, and my father went far away and his whereabouts are still unknown. It was He Mei who ruined my family and ruined my life!"
Luo Wencheng's smile was uglier than crying: "You envy me, what is there to envy apart from my privileged living conditions? He Mei treated me like an enemy and abused me secretly. Fortunately, she died early, otherwise I would have become a psychopath if I hadn't been killed by her. As for Luo Kaifang, he felt that He Mei was blackmailing him with me and he had no choice but to marry her. He indulged me, yes, but in fact he hated me, raising me like a fool and instructed others to lead me astray. Your good brother Luo Wenhao? Hehe, he is the most hypocritical of the whole family. Do you think I care for such a family?"
In his previous life, Luo Wencheng couldn't see these things before he was imprisoned, and after he was released, he was so desperate for his family's affection that he made mistakes again and again. It took him dying once and thinking about his life over and over again to realise what a joke fate had played on him and what he had lost.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 17
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5 months ago
Luo Wenjun was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He didn't know what happened between Luo Kaifang and He Mei back then.
Luo Wencheng said sarcastically: "Even if I robbed you of your wealth and splendour for seventeen or eighteen years, after you were recognised, you calculated me to be humiliated in every way. You designed me to hit Han Ying and I spent three years in prison. Isn't it enough to pay you back?
"So who gives you the right? Why do you always feel I owe you? Why do you do everything to suppress me and torture me so much again and again until you drive me to death?"
Luo Wenjun's eyes widened and the pain in his body was forgotten: "You, you know all this?!"
Luo Wencheng sneered.
Han Ying was the daughter of Luo Wenjun's adoptive mother, Han Mengfang. Han Mengfang died early, and Luo Wenjun was brought up by Han Ying. Although the two were not related by blood, they were closer than real siblings.
Luo Wencheng said in a low voice: "I know more than this. I also know that your plan was not only to eliminate me, but also to get rid of Han Ying. Han Ying is still recuperating abroad, right? If she knew that her good brother, who was brought up by her single-handedly, treated her as a roadblock and arranged to get her killed, I wonder what she would think."
When Luo Wenjun was just taken back to the Luo family, Han Ying protected him like a mother hen, always suspecting that the Luo family was not kind enough to him. But how could Luo Wenjun, who was protected by Han Ying, show how pitiful he was and how could he integrate into the Luo family without a hitch?
Han Ying, who was hostile to the Luo family, became an obstacle to Luo Wenjun.
It happened that Luo Wencheng was targeting Luo Wenjun everywhere at that time, and Luo Wenjun, with the help of his lover, designed a big drama of Luo Wencheng hitting people with his car after drinking.
Unfortunately, Han Ying didn't die. Only one of her legs was broken; otherwise, even if Luo Wencheng didn't get the death sentence, he would be sentenced to decades in prison.
"You, you…" Luo Wenjun looked at Luo Wencheng as if he was a monster: "Who told you this? Who was it?"
Luo Wencheng sneered: "I have all the evidence in my hands, Luo Wenjun, don't piss me off, or I'll send you to hell first!"
He threw away Luo Wenjun, turned around and took a step, then suddenly turned back: "By the way, you went to "Golden Glory" today because you wanted to sell your body, right? It's a pity, ah, people weren't interested when you played with your hair coquettishly."
Luo Wenjun's gaze filled with horror as he yelled, "How did you know?!"
Luo Wencheng taunted, "Look at your stupid face, you thought no one noticed? Or do you think you're so good looking that you'll charm anyone with a casual pose? Forget it, I'll ruin your face so that you don't have too many ambitions."
He approached Luo Wenjun with a fruit knife; the tip of the knife sank into the flesh, and Luo Wenjun, terrified, screamed and passed out.
Luo Wencheng snorted, "Idiot."
But it was that idiot that had killed him in his previous life. He died and turned into a handful of ashes.
Luo Wencheng really wanted to kill him.
But wouldn't it be too cheap to kill him like this? He wanted Luo Wenjun to be terrified for a long time, he wanted him to rot in despair and pain, and he wanted to retaliate against Luo Kaifang and the entire Luo family.
Luo Wencheng straightened and walked away without any expression on his face. The stick was thrown away. The knife and the disposable gloves were tossed into the trash can as he slowly walked along the street.
When he was far enough, he stopped and swayed, holding onto a tree on the side of the road.
He covered his heart and gasped violently. His heart was beating so fast that his chest felt tight. He was exhausted and breathless.
Sure enough, sure enough, it was coming.
The Seven Colour Rainbow that he hadn't thrown up in time was no joke. If it hadn't been for the grand gift package that made his stamina and endurance stronger, if it hadn't been for the years of torture in his previous life that had given him an iron will, he would have dropped dead drunk long ago.
But no matter how strong his will was, his physique was there. He felt that all he exhaled was turbid air. There were phantoms in front of him, and his head was about to explode. Alcohol finally began to make waves in his body. He felt inexplicably excited and wanted to yell or dance.
Alcohol poisoning.
He'd checked the information. First excited, then suppressed, and soon he would lose consciousness and die.
He almost died like this in his previous life.
He leaned against the tree and took out his mobile phone. It was almost twelve o'clock. Should he take a gamble or should he go to the hospital?
He opened the address book. It was empty. He smiled bitterly. What number should he call for a taxi? Or just call an ambulance?
By the way, what number should you call for an ambulance? 110? It seemed to be the police. 112? Was it that? Oh, he remembered! He pressed the buttons one by one, 1-2-0. His vision was blurred and the numbers on the screen were overlapping. He took a few steps back trying to see the address on the facade so that he could know where he was.
There was a sharp beep, followed by a rapid braking sound. Luo Wencheng turned his head to face the dazzling lights, and his legs softened when the car was no more than ten centimetres away from him.
Fortunately, the wheels finally stopped at this moment, otherwise Luo Wencheng would have become a corpse under the car even if he hadn't died of alcohol poisoning.
The driver hurriedly got out: "Are you okay?"
Luo Wencheng nodded; his legs were soft and he couldn't stand up. His dizziness was overwhelming and he felt nauseous but couldn't vomit. He smiled weakly: "I'm fine, I didn't look at the road… sorry."
He propped his hands on the ground but couldn't get up. The driver couldn't bear to look at it and went to help him. Luo Wencheng barely managed to stand up with the driver's help and smiled at the man: "You are such a good person."
The fault was his, and it was nice that the driver didn't just poke his head out of the window and yell at him.
The driver who was issued a good guy card was a bit puzzled, but the young man had a nice smile. He was a little angry before but now the anger was gone. He couldn't help but be concerned, "Have you drunk too much? Can you stand?"
Luo Wencheng nodded, but as soon as the driver let go, he took a step and fell back again.
Lu Chong was sitting in the car. The class of the car was so high that even when it braked sharply, it didn't bump much. He didn't take it seriously, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep until he heard that voice.
He raised his head, and through the windscreen he saw the young man in front of the car, with a miserable white face and a smile that was worse than crying, looking like he was going to die at any moment.
Lu Chong hesitated a little and got out of the car.
When Luo Wencheng went limp and was about to fall, his arm was grabbed by a powerful palm.
The grip was a bit too strong, and it hurt him a little. He thought it was the driver, said "Thank you", raised his head and smiled apologetically, and then froze.
Wasn't this chance encounter a bit amazing? If this man was just his one-eyed benefactor, Luo Wenchneg would have been happy. If this man was just Lu Jiuye, Luo Wencheng would have been happy too.
But they were the same person.
Luo Wencheng struggled to keep his eyes open, looking at the excessively handsome, stern and cold face in front of him and thought to himself: liar.
He said he was waiting for his lover, but in fact, he was a veteran of carnal pleasures, changing bedfellows one after another, and falling for a man like Luo Wenjun.
Blind and lame and still denying it. Was it his hobby to pretend to be devoted and lonely even to a passerby?
But it was okay. Let's pretend together.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 18
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5 months ago
Luo Wencheng grabbed Lu Chong's arm and used all his strength to crease the expensive material. He raised his head and smiled brightly: "Sir, I can't find my way back. Can you give me a lift?"
The driver, who was also the bodyguard, was almost scared out of his mind. This person who came out of nowhere caught his master. In case it was an enemy… He hurriedly tried to pull Luo Wencheng away. Lu Chong looked at the pale hand on his sleeve, was silent for a moment, and said solemnly: "Where do you live?"
The driver was stunned and his hand froze in the air. What did his master say? He actually responded to this drunkard!
Oh, by the way, his master, who had never liked to touch other people, took the initiative to support this person just now!
It looked like they knew each other?
Luo Wencheng tilted his head: "Yes ah, where do I live…"
The driver carefully reminded: "Sir, I think it's better to take him to the hospital. He is obviously drunk."
Luo Wencheng immediately said, "No, I won't go to the hospital. I'll be fine if I just get some sleep!" He looked at Lu Chong imploringly, his eyes moist, "Don't send me to the hospital, I'm very sober, I don't need to go to the hospital."
He didn't look sober at all.
Lu Chong was lost in his pleading eyes for a moment and said after a while, "Then get in the car."
Luo Wencheng let out a cheer and got into the car quickly in case the man changed his mind. He banged his head hard against the door because of his unsteady footing. The sound was so loud that it hurt everyone who heard it.
He himself didn't seem to notice, got in and patted the seat beside him: "Get in, get in!"
The driver looked constipated: "Sir, this…" Even if this stupid look was not threatening, the guy was still drunk and dirty, polluting the car with the smell of alcohol. The driver asked Lu Chong carefully, "Sir, may I call another car for you?"
Lu Chong shook his head: "No need, go to the hotel."
Lu Chong also owned a hotel in Haining. The driver didn't ask any more questions and respectfully opened the car door for Lu Chong before walking around the car and sitting in his place. While driving, he couldn't help but pay attention to the situation behind him.
But the guy wasn't as crazy drunk as he imagined. Luo Wencheng was very good after getting into the car, occupying only a small corner, with his elbows propped on his knees, holding his cheeks and tilting his head to look at Lu Chong, his eyes shining brightly: "Sir, I didn't expect to see you again. We are really destined.
"I've been looking for you these days, I wanted to thank you. But I just looked quietly and didn't dare to disturb you.
"I was so happy when I saw you in the toilet."
Luo Wencheng grinned, and then cried again: "But how could you have forgotten me?
"Do I have such an unmemorable face?
"But I remember you, that's all.
"When I make lots and lots of money, I'll try to repay you, okay?
"But I lost my job again, and it was so hard to find it."
He was talking to himself alone, smiling one moment and crying another moment. He looked a little crazy. Fortunately, his voice was low and his tone was nice, so it was not annoying. On the contrary, he had a different kind of cuteness, like a child.
Lu Chong turned his head and looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why did you lose your job?"
"I caused trouble for the manager."
"There was no trouble. You are very good at your craft, and he will give you a raise."
Luo Wencheng shook his head: "But there is already Teacher Ah K in the bar." If he stayed, it would inevitably have an impact on Ah K's status.
He just wanted to do his job quietly and not cause trouble to anyone. The trouble he had caused at the bar in the past half a month had already made him very upset. "I should have left a long time ago.
"But I don't know what to do.
"I can't do anything."
Lu Chong said, "Can't do anything?"
Luo Wencheng thought for a while: "I, I can play ball, play the guitar, draw and carve, but I can't make money." He hung his head like a big dog who found itself unable to look after its family.
Lu Chong didn't know why he suddenly wanted to touch this head. The hair looked very soft and he could imagine how smooth it would feel under the touch. He moved his fingers and changed the subject: "Your carving is good."
"Really, oh?" Luo Wencheng's eyes lit up again, "I learned it on purpose. At that time, I lived in a cell with a big brother who made fake stamps. He was very good at craftsmanship. We had fruit for every lunch. Sometimes it was an apple, sometimes it was a pear. He polished a wooden knife by himself and hid the fruit and carved it secretly. I gave him all my fruits, and he taught me."
He stopped suddenly, his face pale, and he murmured: "But then he died. There was his enemy among the newcomers. The man stabbed him to death. Right at the dinner table, he grabbed his wooden knife and stabbed him into the eye socket…"
He saw the whole thing. Blood splattered on his face, and the big brother who made the fake stamps held his eye and yelled for a long time, rolling on the floor, until slowly there was no more movement.
Luo Wencheng's eyes opened wide. He shuddered, shrinking his arms and legs, and stopped talking.
Lu Chong looked at him and said nothing.
When the car drove to the hotel, Lu Chong asked the driver to collect the room card. He could have just left but for some reason he personally sent Luo Wencheng upstairs.
The room was very large and luxurious, but Luo Wencheng was not in high spirits. He sat on the bed and watched Lu Chong who was about to leave. Then he suddenly took Lu Chong's hand, raised his head and said sadly: "Sir, can you stay with me for a while? I don't want to be alone."
The driver and the hotel manager who followed were simply dumbfounded. But when Lu Chong didn't order them to do anything, they looked at each other and withdrew.
Lu Chong sat down on the edge of the bed: "Go to sleep."
Luo Wencheng obediently lay down under the quilt, stared at him, and suddenly said to him as if sharing a big secret: "Do you know? I've just quietly followed Luo Wenjun and beaten him up."
Lu Chong looked at the smug and excited expression on his face: "Very happy?"
"En." Luo Wencheng closed his eyes, "I wanted to beat him up for a long time, but I didn't dare. I knew the Luo family wouldn't let me go if I beat him."
"Then why did you dare to beat him up now?"
Luo Wencheng moved, stared at the night view outside the window in a daze, and murmured: "It's not that bad anyway. Beating him up was not a waste, ah. It's just a pity, I really wanted to go to the mountains to see the stars. I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future."
Lu Chong didn't quite understand the meaning of this statement. After thinking about it, he decided that it probably meant that the young man was worried that after beating up Luo Wenjun, the Luo family would put him in prison again. He looked at Luo Wencheng's handsome, pale profile, and his cold, numb heart couldn't help but be moved a little.
Luo Wencheng suddenly smiled, looked at Lu Chong and said, his light amber eyes like stars of the Milky Way, very beautiful: "Sir, thank you for being with me today. No one has ever been so patient with me. I am very happy. Thank you.
"You are a good man. The person you are waiting for will definitely come."
He closed his eyes, smiled sweetly and said, "You go, I want to get a good night's sleep."
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 19
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5 months ago
Lu Chong stood up, turned off the light and walked out. There was a faint confusion in his heart. He himself didn't understand why he had such patience with this young man he just met in passing. Looking at those eyes, he couldn't bear to reject him.
There was probably some real resemblance.
The young man who lived in his memories was stubborn and strong, shining brighter than the sun when he was happy and so heartbreaking when he was sad, making Lu Chong want to hold the whole world in front of him.
Lu Chong closed his eyes, his heart throbbing, and when he opened his eyes again, his face reverted to a gloomy and cold look that made people afraid to come closer.
"Go in and have a look in a while, and prepare hangover soup and some light food," he instructed the manager, went downstairs and left.
……
In the room, Luo Wencheng opened his eyes as soon as the door closed. There was only one wall lamp left in the room that emitted a weak light. Luo Wencheng looked at the lamp with very complicated eyes.
Lu Chong was much nicer than he had imagined. He was like a good man, not prone to anger at all. Luo Wencheng put himself in his position. Even at his kindest, if he met a drunk, even if the other party was not crazy, a drunk was a drunk. Smelling of alcohol and talking nonsense, it would be enough for him to dislike such a person.
But Lu Chong took him in the car, brought him to the hotel, and even agreed to his rude request to sit down and keep him company.
Such a man turned out to be Lu Jiuye, who everyone was afraid of, the ruthless man changing lovers more than a dozen times a year?
Was there a mistake somewhere?
But reason told him that this man was Lu Chong.
Luo Wencheng closed his eyes. In any case, his plan was very successful, but there were still many flaws, as if he had deliberately stalked his opponent, very suspicious.
Luo Wencheng knew that if he wanted to gain the trust of this man, he had to extinguish every trace of doubt.
Yes, although he had made up his mind earlier that he didn't want to approach this man, the moment he saw him, he suddenly changed his mind again.
There was a shortcut in front of him, why not take it?
He was reborn to take revenge; no matter how difficult it was, no matter what price he had to pay, he couldn't back down.
He raised his wrist and looked at the watch. It was going to be twelve o'clock in just a few minutes.
He closed his eyes and stopped using his willpower to resist. The alcohol reaction suddenly overwhelmed him. He vomited as soon as he turned sideways, drenched in sweat, trembling with cold. He felt short of breath; his heart was beating frantically and his head was spinning.
God knows how he had managed to endure it until now, almost at the cost of his life.
He curled up, his eyes so blurry that he was barely able to see anything, and just when he was about to lose consciousness, a sharp pain awakened him.
"Ugh!" He clutched his stomach.
Familiar pain.
He woke up in an instant and glanced at his watch again. It was twelve o'clock.
Time for the nightly torture.
Except for the first time, the pain came at about twelve o'clock at night, and each time lasted from half an hour to one hour. Luo Wencheng called it "punishment time."
The pain was so intense that he was sweating all over. The smell of alcohol was so strong that it was choking him, but at the same time his symptoms of intoxication were becoming less and less severe.
The smile on Luo Wencheng's lips grew wider and wider.
He had won the bet; the severe pain from the usage of the grand gift package caused him to sweat profusely, and the sweat that came out took away a lot of substances that were harmful to his body. In simple terms, it was equivalent to detoxification.
The toxins were expelled, and the alcohol that was poisoning his body would of course be expelled too.
The joy of surviving the catastrophe even made the pain insignificant.
Luo Wencheng rolled over, lay on his back on the bed, turned his head and looked at the dark night sky, covering his stomach with one hand. His whole body twitched with pain; his consciousness was very tired but he remained awake. He wondered when he would be found. There was no point in waiting until the "punishment time" had passed and the situation had improved.
He stretched his hand, reached for the table lamp and telephone on the bedside table and swept them to the floor violently. Although the floor was covered with a thick and soft carpet, he still made a lot of noise.
The hotel manager, who had sent Lu Chong down and come up to take a look because he was not at ease, heard the commotion just in time. Through the door he couldn't clearly hear what happened. The manager frowned and made a hesitant movement. Pressing his ear to the door, he listened with bated breath. There was no sound inside.
The sound insulation was too good.
He thought it would be better not to go in and disturb the guest for the time being. Let's wait another hour and send in the hangover soup then.
As he pondered what the relationship between the person inside and his master was, he entered the elevator.
Luo Wencheng waited for five minutes but no one came, and he smiled bitterly. This really didn't work.
But it would be too deliberate to make any more noise. What he created in front of Lu Chong was an image of someone who knew that he was going to die and going to his death calmly and hopelessly; so there shouldn't be too much struggle before he died.
The sweat pouring out of his body soaked the thick mattress and the pillow, and the massive dehydration made him so weak that his consciousness finally began to blur. His cheeks were sunken and his lips began to dry up.
His condition was not far from going into shock. He knew he was not going to die, it was just the alcohol poisoning causing the "punishment" to be particularly severe. The symptoms of dehydration were also very serious. He would be able to recover after drinking more water, but if others came to see him as he was now, they would probably be scared to death.
It was in this situation that the hotel manager returned. Thinking that this was the person that his master had specially instructed him to take care of, he didn't dare to be negligent when he thought about it. After knocking on the door for a long time, he took a spare magnetic card and swiped it. As soon as he entered, he was almost choked by the smell of alcohol and the sour smell of vomit.
His first reaction was that the guy had just vomited, but when he walked in and saw the person on the bed, his legs almost went soft.
"Sir! Sir, you!…" He didn't care about the dirty smell and rushed closer. Luo Wencheng's eyes were blank and he couldn't answer anymore. The manager stomped his feet and hurriedly called for help, and an ambulance was also called.
When he was done, he called Lu Chong: "Sir, something happened to the guest you brought!"
……
Lu Chong hadn't gone far and turned his car around to return to the hotel. The room was somewhat cleaned up. Luo Wencheng's dirty clothes had been taken off and his body was wiped so that he wasn't such a mess. His peripheral blood vessels had shrivelled due to the massive loss of fluid. The hotel's resident doctor could only pour liquid into his carotid artery while performing emergency gastric lavage.
"What's going on?" Lu Chong hurriedly stepped into the room. There was a mess inside and it didn't smell good. Luo Wencheng was surrounded by busy people and there was no place for him to step in, but in the gap, he still could see Luo Wencheng's condition. Lu Chong's pupils contracted; he was shocked.
Obviously, they parted less than half an hour ago, and this person went from being able to speak and move to dying, lying on the bed at the mercy of others, like a pale mummified corpse.
"Acute alcohol poisoning." The doctor was sweating profusely. "The patient is in shock, his blood pressure is dropping and his pupils are not quite reactive. Gastric lavage is no longer useful. Except for rehydration, all we can do now is to wait for the ambulance to come."
"Can he be moved now?"
"Yes."
"Put him into my car, drive in the direction of the hospital immediately, contact the ambulance and get them ready to hand over halfway." Lu Chong knew that it was useless to say more at this point. Time was precious, and not a second was allowed to be wasted.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 20
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5 months ago
Everyone suddenly seemed to have found the backbone and acted immediately.
Luo Wencheng was carefully moved into Lu Chong's long, super-class car. Lu Chong didn't need to accompany him, but he hesitated while standing by the car and followed in: "Drive fast."
"Yes." The driver was solemn and serious, and the car sped up as soon as he stepped on the gas.
The back seat was occupied by Luo Wencheng and the doctor. For the first time since Lu Chong came to power, he condescended to sit in the passenger seat. He looked through the rearview mirror at Luo Wencheng, who was lying pale as death. Listening to his unconscious moans, Lu Chong frowned. His face seemed to be frozen with a layer of ice, and the air pressure around him was horribly low.
The driver glanced at him carefully, startled, and quickly concentrated on driving.
Sure enough, the ambulance was encountered halfway, and the patient was immediately transferred to the ambulance. The application of various professional instruments and methods quickly followed. At the same time, the ambulance turned around and drove fast to the hospital.
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When Luo Wencheng woke up, he found himself lying on a soft bed. There was a faint smell of medicine in the air. Obviously, it was still night. The ceiling light was on, a bit harsh. Luo Wencheng closed his eyes. His head was still dizzy, he was lazy and had no strength, and he didn't want to move.
When he was rescued, he was still conscious and quite awake. He just pretended to be delirious and expressed his pain unreservedly. When he heard Lu Chong's voice, he knew that his plan was half successful.
However, as soon as the "punishment time" was over, he really fainted. At that time, he was still in Lu Chong's car and didn't know what happened later.
A conversation gradually reached him from outside the door: "…Fortunately, the rescue was timely. If it had been a little later it would be difficult to say what would have happened. Although the patient is out of danger now, there might be sequelae. He should stay at the hospital for observation for a period of time."
"Okay, I see. Thank you for your hard work." A low, magnetic voice said. The voice was quiet and felt particularly powerful.
Luo Wencheng opened his eyes, a strange look flashing across his face. Did Lu Chong even follow him to the hospital?
The door of the ward was pushed open, and Luo Wencheng immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor. It was deliberately soft, as if the man was worried that he would wake him up. The steps approached his bed.
Only then did Luo Wencheng move gently, as if he had just woken up. His eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.
As if his eyes were irritated by the light, he tilted his head uncomfortably and met a pair of eyes as deep and quiet as the sea.
Those eyes seemed to contain a myriad of complex emotions ebbing and flowing in them, and yet there seemed to be nothing, indifference and silence so complete that it was impossible to fathom.
Luo Wencheng was taken aback for a moment, staring at the man blankly without speaking.
Only then did Lu Chong speak: "I woke you up." His tone was so calm that if Luo Wencheng didn't know he had just walked through the gate of the ghosts, he would have thought he had just taken a nap.
He smiled faintly and was equally calm: "It's you again." He slowly closed his eyes and said with a sigh, "It seems that every time you see me I'm unlucky. It's really embarrassing."
His expression and tone were also very serene, as if he didn't know that he had almost died. But because of his weak state, his voice was almost inaudible, with a different kind of hoarseness. The curvature of the corners of his mouth was very beautiful. It looked very well-behaved, but also very cool.
This was a complete indifference to one's own life.
He was very different from the young man who was pestering people at the hotel a few hours ago to stay with him.
Lu Chong frowned suddenly: "Do you know that you nearly died?"
Luo Wencheng closed his eyes and remained motionless. His face was pale and handsome, and his thin eyebrows were weak and graceful. His black hair was scattered on the white pillow, and his smooth forehead made him look like a delicate sleeping beauty. He was too handsome, and too fragile.
The ripples in Lu Chong's heart were so well suppressed that it was as if they had never been there. He could even fool himself, but when he saw the dying appearance of that young man, his heart jumped and the inexplicable anger he had been carrying for so long surged up.
He asked coldly: "You knew this would happen. Were you waiting to die?"
Being uncharacteristically coquettish and pestering, saying that he was afraid that he would not have a chance to see the stars, wishing him get what he desired and saying goodbye obediently; in retrospect, it was like the capricious, eternal farewell before going to death.
When he thought of this, Lu Chong's heart filled with anger.
He lived in darkness all his life, his hands were stained with blood, but he had never involved innocent people, and he could not bear to see the contempt of others for life.
Clean, soft, young, beautiful lives, each one of them was a mercy from heaven.
He was like an old wanderer. No scenery in the world could make him willing to stay. The enthusiasm that was barely maintained in his body was all because of this beauty and hope.
He looked at Luo Wencheng for a moment, then turned to leave: "I'm going to call a doctor."
Luo Wencheng suddenly said, "Sir."
He opened his eyes and stared at the man who was looking at him sideways.
Was he angry?
Why?
Was it contempt for the cowardice he had shown? Was it anger at him for not fighting, or…
Luo Wencheng had been testing this man, trying to decipher the other party a little more with every contact. Although he didn't know why, he could be sure that Lu Chong had a soft spot for him.
His eyes were pleading: "Don't go. Can you come closer?"
Lu Chong was silent for a moment, then made a few steps to return.
"What's the matter?"
"Can you sit down?"
Lu Chong sat down on the edge of the bed.
Luo Wencheng showed a little smile, reached out and took Lu Chong's hand, then guided the big, wide and powerful palm to his forehead.
"I have a headache." There was a trace of grievance in his voice.
Maybe it was because Luo Wencheng's mood changed too quickly and strangely, maybe it was because his frowning and aggrieved look appeared too pitiful at the moment, but Lu Chong froze and didn't take away his hand. He stretched out his other hand and pressed the bedside bell: "The doctor will be here soon."
Lu Chong's hand covered Luo Wencheng's eyes, revealing only the tip of his nose and his beautifully shaped but pale lips. Luo Wencheng's face was very handsome, with a nice outline, smaller than that of an ordinary man but not feminine. However, at this moment only half of his face was exposed, and he suddenly looked childish.
Lu Chong could feel Luo Wencheng's eyes rolling gently under his palm, either because of discomfort or in anxiety. Then Luo Wencheng suddenly moved, let go of his hand and hugged him around the waist. Lu Chong, who had never expected him to do this, failed to avoid him and was firmly held by him.
Luo Wencheng tightly wrapped his arms around the man's lean waist, buried his face in the opponent's abdomen, clinging to the soft cold clothing, and said in a small voice: "Hug."
Lu Chong was stiff all over. His dark, deep eyes flashed with a hint of dismay. But when he heard the childish word, he felt vaguely amused and actually couldn't bear to push the young man away.
He was probably not quite awake yet.
Lu Chong's expression eased, and the ups and downs of anger in his heart finally turned into pity that he didn't even realise at this moment. His hand paused in the air for a moment and finally was placed on Luo Wencheng's head.