Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 21
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4 months ago
The fine, smooth hair was as soft as he thought, and when he dutifully gave it a touch, the young man looked like a pitiful little animal begging for comfort. Lu Chong thought of the old cat at home and his eyes became gentler, but his tone remained cold: "Now you finally know it's uncomfortable?"
"I knew for a long time." Luo Wencheng was quiet for a while before saying softly, "I could have endured it, but suddenly I didn't want to endure… Sir, am I your little brother who was lost?"
Lu Chong was stunned, "Why do you say that?"
"Otherwise, why do I always meet you, otherwise, how could you care about me so much?" Luo Wencheng's face was pressed against the man's stomach, and his nose was filled with the clear and comfortable smell that belonged to this man alone. He said in a hoarse voice, "I wanted to just go to sleep and not wake up again. But when I opened my eyes and saw you, I felt sad on one hand, ah, how come I still woke up, but on the other hand, I was very happy in my heart, very happy to see you again… I don't know what I'm saying, don't be angry with me, I don't know what's wrong with me."
At the end, his voice choked. He was bewildered by life, disgusted with himself and tired of all kinds of things. He also hated his passive and weak self, but life really didn't seem to have the slightest thing to look forward to, and he could only cling harder to the only light in his hand.
Lu Chong lowered his eyes to look at him, and suddenly felt a twinge of revulsion for the Luo family and Luo Wenjun in his heart. A good child, forced into this by them.
"Sir…" The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and Liu Weizhi was about to come in, followed by the doctor. When he saw the scene in the room, Liu Weizhi's eyes were about to fall out, and he paused for a moment before saying, "Uh, the doctor is here."
God, what was he seeing?! His master, who never liked to be touched by anyone, was holding Luo Wencheng in his arms and stroking his hair!
Luo Wencheng instantly sobered up when he heard Liu Weizhi's voice. He was seen by others as weak and begging for comfort; he suddenly felt embarrassed and hurriedly let go of Lu Chong and lay back on the pillow.
If it wasn't for the redness of his eyes, he would have looked as if nothing had happened.
Lu Chong didn't think much of it and gave way for the doctor to examine him.
The doctor asked Luo Wencheng whether he felt uncomfortable anywhere. Luo Wencheng said that he was dizzy and a little painful. He was confused and had no strength. The doctor said that he had not fully recovered, should take a good rest and not to worry.
After the doctor left, Lu Chong said to Luo Wencheng again: "Take a good rest, don't think too much. You're still so young, no matter what happens, don't joke with your life."
When had Lu Chong ever said such words of enlightenment and persuasion to anyone? And in such a soft tone? Liu Weizhi was simply amazed and looked at Luo Wencheng with an even more complex and surprised gaze.
Lu Chong said a few more words of reassurance, then added that he would come to see him again later and left with Liu Weizhi. After confirming that Luo Wencheng could not hear him, Lu Chong asked Liu Weizhi to stay and take care of Luo Wencheng.
Liu Weizhi nodded: "I rushed over here when I heard the news. All the arrangements in the hospital are made. Don't worry, sir."
"Check his grievances with the Luo family, and check the matter of him being in prison as well." For Lu Chong, Haining City was just a small place. Naturally, he would not know the family grudges of the little "richest man" here. Although he had listened to Liu Weizhi explain a few things in the bar before, he only had a rough idea.
But what happened tonight, the vulnerable and helpless young man in the ward, gave him the urge to know more.
Liu Weizhi nodded solemnly, thinking that he would send an old-fashioned person to investigate, someone who wouldn't miss a single detail from start to finish.
……
After that night, Luo Wencheng didn't see Lu Chong again for several days.
Luo Wencheng was asked to be hospitalised for observation and underwent various examinations. The results were fine; it was the "punishment time" every night that was very nerve-wracking. There was no way this abnormality wouldn't be discovered, so he had to take a shower around 12 o'clock every night and bite something to prevent himself from shouting in extreme pain. Every time he washed for more than half an hour, the nurse was always worried that something would happen to him inside.
The weather turned colder day by day, and on one of the rare sunny days Luo Wencheng sat under the tree with a small drawing board and painted.
He already had some skills, and after he opened the grand gift package, his comprehension and learning ability had grown, so after a few days of practice, he was able to draw quite well.
Although Lu Chong didn't appear again, since Luo Wencheng had already taken the first step, he would not stop thinking about approaching him.
Lu Chong was a man with all the power and wealth. He was also in excellent shape, and his lovers and subordinates had to have their own strengths. If you wanted to get close to such a person, you couldn't do it without something special about you. The method of selling misery could only be used once in a while, and selling it every day would only make people annoyed.
Woodcarving or bartending could only be counted as a bonus, occasionally interesting. In contrast, painting seemed to be more recognised as a talent, and this skill was innocent and harmless enough.
"Big brother, are you drawing?" A boy in a hospital gown ran up to him to pick up a ball and peered over curiously.
Luo Wencheng looked at him and smiled: "Yes ah."
"That's amazing… Ah! Is this me?"
Luo Wencheng was drawing a sketch of a couple playing with a ball with their child. The child in the drawing was this boy, running after the ball with a big smile on his face, making people feel happy when they looked at him.
Suddenly Luo Wencheng seemed to have sensed something and looked up. A black Audi was driving down the driveway in the distance, getting closer and closer.
Lu Chong, who was sitting in the car, saw the young man sitting under the tree from far away. Luo Wencheng was wearing a white sweater and was smiling and talking to a little boy next to him. His expression was soft; he was thin, handsome and polite.
The young man suddenly raised his head and looked in Lu Chong's direction. At the same time, the wind blew, raising his thin bangs; the leaves above his head rustled, and a slender beam of sunlight fell on his face. At this moment, he was simply beautiful.
Lu Chong narrowed his eyes slightly. On the seat next to him was a file with Luo Wencheng's information. Everything he had experienced and done since he was a child was in it.
He parked the car, gave himself a minute to think about something, then got out of the car and walked over.
Luo Wencheng apologised to the boy's parents: "…I'm really sorry for drawing you without your consent."
On the contrary, the boy's parents were very happy, because the sketch was really good. The boy liked it very much, so Luo Wencheng gave it to them.
Lu Chong walked up to him: "You still know how to draw."
Luo Wencheng was taken aback for a moment, surprised to see him: "Mr. Lu!"
While he was hospitalised, Liu Weizhi came every day. After Luo Wencheng was awake and stable, he naturally had to ask about the identity of his saviour. Liu Weizhi refused to tell him at first, but later told him Lu Chong's name.
Luo Wencheng… therefore truly determined Lu Chong's identity.
Most people might not have any reaction when they heard the words "Lu Chong", but Luo Wencheng, as the former little prince of the Luo family, knew all too well the status and the power represented by this name. So at this moment, his face was full of gratitude, joy and affection at seeing his benefactor, and there was also a trace of nervousness because of Lu Chong's identity.
Many emotions were placed just right on his face by Luo Wencheng. He still had a drawing board and a pencil in his hands. He was holding two things and didn't know where to put them, so he said earnestly: "Thank you so much. I haven't seen you these days. I thought I wouldn't have a chance to thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened."
Lu Chong raised his eyebrows slightly. The way the young man thanked him so excitedly and jerkily was different from the way he talked that night, but for some reason, seeing him and hearing what he said, Lu Chong felt his previously unperturbed mood fluctuate slightly.
It seemed that whenever he saw this young man, his mood would fluctuate. Whether it was his dumb and sincere look on the flyover, the smiling and self-deprecating look in the bathroom, the stoic look when he was being embarrassed, the look of self-confidence when bartending, the fragile and pitiful look after drinking, or the look of blushing with excitement now, all of them inexplicably entered Lu Chong's eyes. Everything about this young man seemed to be naturally in accord with his heart.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 22
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4 months ago
From beginning to end, it was too coincidental, and he was too affected. If it weren't for the fact that Luo Wencheng almost died, Lu Chong would have to wonder if this person deliberately approached him.
But as long as he thought of this child who was only in his early twenties and almost lost his life, Lu Chong couldn't raise a trace of doubt in his heart but was overwhelmed with pity.
Lu Chong sat down casually by the flower bed, with the noble aura that almost made people think he was sitting on an expensive leather sofa, and pointed to his side: "Sit down. Are you feeling better?"
Luo Wencheng sat down a little stiffly: "The doctor said I can be discharged from the hospital. Well, Mr. Lu also came the night I was admitted to the hospital. I was not clear-headed at that time and I don't remember what I said. If you are offended, please forgive me, Mr. Lu."
From time to time, the image of himself holding this man for comfort, saying things like "I'm your lost little brother" flashed in his mind, and then he fidgeted, ashamed and embarrassed.
The young man's white and tender face was flushed, full of anxiety, and Lu Chong couldn't help teasing him: "How did you offend me?"
Luo Wencheng was so embarrassed that he stretched out his index finger and scratched his face, not being able to answer.
Lu Chong sighed in his heart. Compared to the depression and desolation of lying on the hospital bed, it was better to be like this. Such a vivid, lively look made people happy when they saw it.
He didn't continue the topic but glanced at the drawing board in Luo Wencheng's hand: "What did you draw?"
"Just some simple scenes." Luo Wencheng handed the drawing board a little hesitantly, "It's not very good."
Lu Chong flipped through the drawings. They were just the scenes from the hospital. There were flowers, grass, trees, buildings and cars. Lu Chong didn't understand art, but he still had a basic appreciation of it. The strokes of these sketches were still a bit tender, but there was a kind of aura between the lines. The drawings were obviously static but seemed to reveal unique tension and charm.
The only drawing of a person was the boy playing with a ball. The one of the family of three was given away, leaving the one with just the little boy. There were few strokes and the boy's features were not very clear, but his smiling look made people feel happy, very happy, very happy, as if the light of the whole world was focused on this little guy. But after looking at it for a long time, Lu Chong felt that there was an extreme sadness emerging from his heart, making it difficult to breathe.
Lu Chong remained silent for a long time, and only after a while did he turn his head to look at Luo Wencheng: "What did you think about when you drew this?"
Luo Wencheng looked at the drawing and said, "This child has a serious congenital heart disease. This time he is hospitalised for surgery, but the risk is very high. He can't run, jump, or laugh since he was little. This is the first time he has played ball. I thought he had a good time and he was happy, but after thinking about it, I knew it was because his parents were worried about the failure of the surgery and couldn't bear not to let him have an experience of playing in his life. Thinking about it, I feel sad again."
When Luo Wencheng talked about his work, he slowly settled down. With the clarity and sense of timelessness that Lu Chong saw in him from a distance just now, he said: "I wanted to draw his happy appearance, but it seems too many of my own emotions were integrated. This drawing looks cheerful, but because it is too deliberate, it has a bit of the opposite feeling. It is not very auspicious, so I abandoned it and drew another one."
He was silent for a moment, then looked at Lu Chong, a little embarrassed: "When I draw, I like to substitute for the object of painting. Mr. Lu, do I look too sentimental like this?"
Distressed and uncertain…
Lu Chong could barely resist touching his head again as he said, "You draw very well." The few strokes were so infectious that even such a layman as Lu Chong could recognise how rare the spirituality of this young man was.
He frowned; why had this never been mentioned in Luo Wencheng's information?
The second young master of the Luo family back then seemed to be synonymous with being a rich and spoiled second generation, a straw bag, an ignoramus. But it was understandable when you thought about it. Luo Kaifang was determined to raise him as a waste. He was surrounded by a bunch of scoundrel "friends". No matter how good the seedling was, it would never grow well in such circumstances, and the written report Lu Chong got was nothing more than Luo Wencheng in the eyes of outsiders. Who would be willing to spend time to understand his true nature?
Lu Chong looked at Luo Wencheng deeply again, and the plan in his heart was finally determined.
Luo Wencheng smiled shyly when he heard the compliment. He said, "Mr. Lu, I feel better. It's a waste to be hospitalised. Can I be discharged from the hospital today?"
"Someone should have discharged you by this time. Do you have anything to pack? Go up and pack if you have anything and let's go."
"Huh?" Luo Wencheng looked confused. It was already done?
But that wasn't the point, the point was, "Go? Where to?"
"Just follow me and you'll see." Lu Chong stood up and looked at Luo Wencheng with a slight smile. He was already handsome enough, and looking down at him like this, he appeared even more handsome and gentle, with deep and moving eyes.
Luo Wencheng was taken aback for a moment, turning his head away and blushing a little. When this man wore a cold expression, he was frighteningly cold, but when he smiled, he really was a little too good-looking.
"I'll, I'll go and pack," he said as he went upstairs. He didn't have much stuff, except for the clothes Liu Weizhi bought for him in the past few days and a backpack that Liu Weizhi had brought him from the hotel where he was staying.
Back in the ward, the nurse was cleaning the room, and when she saw him, she smiled: "The young man is back?"
Luo Wencheng nodded politely: "I'm going to be discharged from the hospital. Auntie worked hard these past few days."
"You're being discharged? That's a good thing. Do you need to pack your things? Do you need my help?" When she got the answer that he didn't need any help, the nurse went out.
As soon as the door closed, Luo Wencheng's smile gradually disappeared. He walked to the side of the bed and looked down from the window of the sixth floor. He could see the flower bed where he and Lu Chong had been sitting just now. His face was expressionless, his eyes indifferent, but two little people were fighting in his mind. One was raising a flag and shouting, cheering excitedly: "Success, success! The target seems to have a good impression of you. The first step is a complete and utter success!"
The other sneered with his arms crossed: "Luo Wencheng, look at you, pretending to be dumb, pretending to be a good boy. You've gone to a lot of trouble to please that man, are you happy now? Do you want to go to bed with him next? Aren't you cheap? What's the difference between you and Luo Wenjun? Have you been reborn to cling to a man?"
Luo Wencheng stood for a long time until the corners of his mouth slightly curved in an unkind smile: "So what?
"So what about being cheap? What about being hypocritical? What about shameful? Can I live well without it? Nope.
"I don't have a lifetime, I only have one year to live."
No, it was less than a year, there were only eleven months left.
The Luo family was like a behemoth to him, but in front of Lu Chong, it could be destroyed with one hand. If Lu Chong could give him the power to control the life and death of the Luo family, if Lu Chong could make the Luo family unable to touch him no matter how they hated him, if Lu Chong could make them grovel in front of him, if Lu Chong could let him vent the anger he was holding back for more than ten years of his previous life, so what if he curried favour with him? So what if he sold his body?
He was not ashamed of it, nor would he regret it. Life in this world was nothing more than exchanges for benefits.
The only thing that amazed him was that Lu Chong was surprisingly approachable. He seemed to be a gentle person. As a lover and a golden master, he shouldn't be too unbearable.
Luo Wencheng just wondered if he had been the same with Luo Wenjun and with his other lovers.
He took out the leather wallet wrapped in a handkerchief from his backpack, the one Lu Chong had given him on the flyover that night. He looked at it twice and threw it in the trash can, as if throwing away that once fleeting, absurdly extravagant hope.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 23
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4 months ago
Previously, Luo Wencheng was so far away that he didn't see that Lu Chong himself was driving. It wasn't until he got in the car that he realised there was no driver.
He sat in the passenger seat and suddenly felt a little uneasy: "Mr. Lu, why don't I drive?"
Lu Chong glanced at him, "Fasten your seat belt. Do you have a driver's licence?"
Luo Wencheng: "…no." He was not yet an adult before he was imprisoned, and although he was a very good driver, he had not yet obtained his driving licence.
But he never expected that the dignified Lu Jiuye would actually drive by himself, and he was driving such an unimpressive Audi. If he didn't know his identity, he would probably think it was an ordinary white-collar worker.
Luo Wencheng couldn't help being surprised.
"Don't worry, my driving skills are good, and I won't put your life in danger." Lu Chong turned his head and said to Luo Wencheng as he drove the car out of the hospital area along the driveway and waited at the gate to pass.
His smile was calm and easy-going. Dumbfounded, Luo Wencheng whispered, "I'm not worried, I just didn't expect someone with your status…"
After paying the parking fee, Lu Chong stepped on the gas, turned the steering wheel and drove to the road. While looking at the road conditions, he asked, "What status, what did Lao Liu tell you?"
"It's not what the manager said," Luo Wencheng said hurriedly. "Although I didn't care about these things before… I still heard Lu Jiuye's name."
Lu Chong raised his eyebrows: "Then you haven't been scared away yet?" He also knew that he had a bad reputation.
Luo Wencheng took a closer look at his face and found that he was not angry. He smiled and said, "I also have my own judgement. You are not the same as the rumours."
Lu Chong smiled and didn't answer. The car drove to the outskirts. Luo Wencheng carefully observed and found that several cars followed them neither far nor near. It should be Lu Chong's people. Sure enough, if Lu Chong went out, how could he not be followed by some bodyguards?
Half an hour later, they stopped outside a villa, and Lu Chong got out of the car: "Here we are."
Luo Wencheng was a bit surprised. He thought Lu Chong would arrange him in an apartment or something. This villa had three floors and was so chic that it would be too much to use it as a golden house for a lover. It looked like Lu Chong's own place.
The driver who greeted Lu Chong inside confirmed Luo Wencheng's suspicions. He said, "Sir is back" and nodded to Luo Wencheng with a smile, "Mr. Luo's room is ready."
There was no disdain in the man's eyes, his tone was as if Lu Chong had brought a relative or friend to stay with him, and Luo Wencheng felt more and more strange. Although he didn't want to always think of himself in a lowly way, he did position himself by Lu Chong's side in a way that was not honourable and worthy of respect.
He followed Lu Chong into the hall, changed his shoes at the entrance and walked through the spacious, bright and simple living room towards the stairs. Lu Chong said, "Your room is on the second floor. There is a swimming pool and a small garden on the third floor. If you have nothing to do, you can go up and play. I don't have any arrangements for the recreation room. If you want, I'll ask someone…" He said, looking up and down at Luo Wencheng, "Forget it, what you should go to now is the gym. Look at your thin arms and legs. Have you ever worked out?"
Luo Wencheng shook his head and asked in a daze: "I, will I live here in the future?"
"Otherwise? Do you have a place to go?" Lu Chong seemed to take it for granted.
"Then, where do you live, sir?"
"My room is at the end of the corridor, several rooms away from yours, but I don't come back every day." Lu Chong seemed to see Luo Wencheng's inner worries, patted him on the head, and said soothingly, "Don't worry, I won't attack you in the middle of the night. I know that the rumours about me are not very good. If you are still afraid, I will arrange another place for you to live."
Luo Wencheng shook his head, his heart beating hard. What Lu Chong meant seemed to be different from what he had always thought. He hesitated for a moment and raised his eyes to look at Lu Chong: "Sir, why are you so kind to me?"
The young man's eyes were dark and bright, hiding a trace of anxiety. Lu Chong smiled: "Didn't you say you're my little brother who was lost?"
Luo Wencheng's face flushed suddenly. Lu Chong turned and took him upstairs. At this moment, they heard a long, sharp cry of a cat. Luo Wencheng only saw a flash of black shadow in front of him, accompanied by Lu Chong's soft exclamation: "Ribs!"
The next moment, a fluffy, warm, super fleshy thing jumped up and stuck to Luo Wencheng's face, covering his whole face and even his neck tightly, two paws clinging to his hair.
Luo Wencheng let out a low cry of surprise and got a mouthful of hair. His whole body was thrown back by the considerable force of the impact.
You know, he was on the stairs.
A powerful hand immediately supported him, catching him into a firm embrace. Luo Wencheng felt Lu Chong hold him and help him take a step forward until he could stand steadily. In a panic, he grabbed Lu Chong's clothes with one hand and grabbed something on his face with the other, feeling a handful of fur.
What was it? A cat? He didn't dare to push hard, the cat's four paws were clutching him tightly.
"Meow! Meow meow meow!" The big, fat cat was grinding on his face, scratching him with its claws, so excited that Luo Wencheng's hair was about to be pulled out by it. He felt almost strangled by the heavy body clinging to his neck.
A big hand grabbed the fur on the back of the big cat's neck and picked it up. Lu Chong calmly looked at the big cat: "Ribs, you are too rude."
"Meow! Meow!" This fat cat called Ribs, with black, yellow and white fur, looked a bit ugly. Waving its four short legs, it struggled to pounce on Luo Wencheng, revealing a snow-white fat belly that looked funny and cute. But it was too big, and when it was picked up by its nape, its fleshy belly was hanging down like a big lump, the sight that made people feel a bit panicky.
This girl's attack power was not weak at first glance.
Luo Wencheng wanted to laugh a little, and then tentatively touched his face, hissing in pain. It hurt a bit. Was he scratched by this fat cat?
When Lu Chong noticed it, he didn't even care to lecture the cat and pulled his face over for a closer look. There were a few scratches on Luo Wencheng's cheeks and forehead, basically just red stripes, with only one oozing blood, particularly dazzling on the jade-like smooth and delicate skin.
Lu Chong suddenly became a little angry, suppressed his anger and said, "I'm sorry. Ribs didn't scratch people like this before. But she is very healthy and you won't get infected. Just in case, I'll disinfect the scratches first and then take you to the hospital for an injection."
Although he was angry with the cat, he still bent down and put the cat on the ground instead of just throwing her, with the gentleness accumulated over the years in his movements.
Lu Chong took Luo Wencheng back downstairs and asked someone to bring the medicine box with the intention to disinfect Luo Wencheng's scratches personally.
Luo Wencheng hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself. Is there a mirror?"
But Lu Chong didn't allow him to resist, so he sat down and had his scratches wiped gently with a cotton swab.
It was slightly irritating, but Luo Wencheng didn't care about the pain at all. He looked at Lu Chong's focused and serious expression and was in a daze for a while. Then he saw the big cat, who was obviously a little uneasy because of the owner's anger. She clearly wanted to come over but didn't dare and only wandered not far from Lu Chong's feet, hesitant to go around him and approach Luo Wencheng. With her short paws, her fat belly was almost dragging on the floor, rubbing it like a professional fluffy mop.
"Mee mee mee!" Her thin and weak voice was very inconsistent with the fat body. Was she being coquettish?
Luo Wencheng looked at the cat, and the cat also looked at Luo Wencheng with two moist, bright yellow eyes, with a particularly pitiful expression
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 24
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4 months ago
Luo Wencheng had never had a pet, and he didn't have much love for animals, but this big cat struck a chord with him. Even though he was pounced on and scratched as soon as they met, he wasn't angry at all. It was probably because he didn't feel any hostility from the big girl.
Seeing the cat's pitiful appearance, Luo Wencheng couldn't bear it. He asked Lu Chong, "Why does she keep looking at me?"
Lu Chong glanced back at the big cat, "Ignore her. Every time she does something wrong, she pretends to be pitiful." Lu Chong was a little angry in his heart. Ribs was like his child; although she had always been a little arrogant and wayward, she was still good and kind by nature, and no parent would be happy to witness such aggressive behaviour.
But at the same time, he also wondered: the girl was getting lazier and lazier as she got older. She always ignored people when she saw them. Why did she react so much today?
"Mee…" The big cat with a black and yellow back and white belly let out a low, delicate cry at Lu Chong and rubbed her furry head against his calf, as if begging for mercy. The big tail was sweeping around Lu Chong's feet. Lu Chong hadn't seen her so coquettish for a long time. He rubbed the cat's back with a hint of helplessness and doting, even though his face was stern. "What's the matter with you today? Are you dissatisfied with my guest? Don't be coquettish with me, apologise to him yourself."
It didn't look like Ribs hated Luo Wencheng, otherwise she wouldn't behave like this after scratching him, but Lu Chong wasn't completely sure yet. He was going to take another look. If Ribs really didn't get along with Luo Wencheng, then he definitely couldn't let them stay together.
He had an inexplicable urge to take care of Luo Wencheng, but in any case, this young man he hadn't known for a long time was far less important to him than his stupid cat.
However, the next scene made it difficult for Lu Chong to maintain a calm look. After hearing his words, Ribs abandoned Lu Chong without hesitation and rushed towards Luo Wencheng in a single leap. Then she stood up and hugged Luo Wencheng's calf, sticking to it with her whole body and rubbing herself against it hard, meowing non-stop, very happy.
Luo Wencheng was taken aback; but seeing the cat's intoxicated expression, he couldn't help but smile, stretch out his hand and gently stroke the furry head: "Hello, my name is Luo Wencheng. Is your name Ribs?"
The cat was very big. She was taller than Luo Wencheng's calf when she stood up, so she could easily rest her head on Luo Wencheng's knee. Hearing Luo Wencheng's voice, the cat opened her eyes and suddenly stopped meowing. A pair of cat's eyes just stared at Luo Wencheng.
The cat's eyes were bright yellow, and Luo Wencheng's eyes were light amber. They looked at each other from a short distance, only having each other in their eyes. Luo Wencheng suddenly felt shocked, as if he was not looking at an animal, but at a relative whom he hadn't seen for a long time…
Suddenly there was an urge to cry.
His heart surged, and something very cold and hard in it softened.
"Meow." The big cat looked at Luo Wencheng gently, affectionately and dependently, crying delicately, her eyes incredibly clear. Luo Wencheng's eyelashes trembled, and he even forgot Lu Chong, who was still by his side. He bent down, hugged the big cat's belly and picked her up, holding her carefully like a child in his arms: "Little girl, do you like me? I like you too."
"Meow." The big cat craned her neck, gently bit Luo Wencheng's chin twice, then curled herself into a ball, buried herself in his arms and closed her eyes.
She was getting older; after all the fuss just now she was tired.
She liked the smell of this person so much. She was so happy; she remembered she was hugged like this when she was very, very young…
Lu Chong's movements with the cotton swab in his hand became stiff, his eyes filled with shock. His stupid cat was so arrogant that she was never willing to be touched, not to mention hugged by a stranger. Except for being held by him, she preferred to lie in her cage and be carried like that.
He looked at the young man sitting on the sofa holding the cat. Luo Wencheng's movements were very careful, but his posture was not stiff. There was a natural gentle aura coming from him. He looked at the big cat in his arms with a smile and stroked the cat's fur with his palm. Lu Chong suddenly felt that the young man at this moment was better looking than ever before, even if he was dressed in ordinary clothes and had scratches on his face.
Lu Chong recovered, suppressed his strange thoughts and asked Luo Wencheng with a smile: "Have you ever had a cat before?"
Luo Wencheng shook his head and glanced at the big cat with a real smile in his eyes: "No, I don't have any affinity with animals and I don't particularly like small animals. But I like this baby very much. She also likes me very much. It's love at first sight, I guess."
When he said these words, he had no idea of presenting himself in front of Lu Chong in some particular way. Because of the appearance of this cat, he suddenly didn't want to pretend at this moment. He chatted freely with Lu Chong: "I didn't expect you, sir, to have a cat. Is she always so enthusiastic when she sees guests?"
"No, she is usually lazy and arrogant, she doesn't bother to look at anyone. So her behaviour towards you surprised me," Lu Chong said meaningfully.
Luo Wencheng was taken aback; but he really had nothing to be ashamed of in this regard. He didn't know that Lu Chong had a cat at home, let alone making preparations in advance so that the cat would treat him differently.
Lu Chong said again: "But she's not a baby anymore, she is not much younger than you."
Luo Wencheng said in surprise: "Really?"
Lu Chong stretched out his hand and touched the big cat; his eyes were warm and worried: "Well, she will be sixteen years old this winter. It is very old for a cat."
Luo Wencheng stared in disbelief: "I really can't tell."
The girl in his arms was chubby, her fur was thick and shiny, her claws were powerful and her meowing was loud. And that leap on the stairs was pretty athletic. Was this what an old cat could do?
How many years can a cat live? Let's say more than ten years. Lu Chong must have taken good care of this cat for so long, but no matter how good the material conditions were, the life couldn't be extended indefinitely. When Luo Wencheng thought that the life of this little thing in his arms was coming to an end, his heart hurt inexplicably.
He lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against the warm cat's fur, already feeling reluctant to part.
Lu Chong's eyes suddenly softened like spring water. He thought that even if he didn't feel the inexplicable pity for Luo Wencheng, he would never treat Luo Wencheng badly for the rest of his life just for being able to make Ribs so happy.
Because of the obvious affection of the old fat cat, Luo Wencheng's stay in the villa became extremely natural and warm. The big cat slept in Luo Wencheng's arms all afternoon, until his arms were numb. She also wanted to sneak into his bed at night, but Lu Chong dragged her away with a cold face.
Luo Wencheng lay on the bed lit under the lamp light, feeling very at ease in his heart.
He obviously came here with an unspeakable purpose, feeling that he was full of a dirty stench, but what he gained here far exceeded his expectations.
The more he got to know Lu Jiuye, the more he realised that he didn't know him, and the big cat who would meow and be coquettish with him made his heart soft.
After one afternoon, a weakness had actually grown in him, and he wished it could just go on like this forever.
He couldn't restrain his excitement and rolled on the bed twice. The quilt was crumpled into a ball by him and the right side of his face was buried in the quilt. His lips were squeezed and looked plumper and softer. His skin was glowing in the lamp light, and his body was casually stretched, slender and flexible, with the kind of beauty of jade bones and fragrant sweetness.
Oh, he really wanted to hug Ribs and pet her, rub against her and sleep with her.
And what the hell was going on with Lu Chong? He really didn't seem all that unbearable…
Luo Wencheng was thinking about it for a while, until he started feeling sleepy. He rubbed his face against the pillow and closed his eyes to prepare to sleep. But suddenly his eyes opened; he bounced up on the bed, covered his stomach and instantly turned pale with pain.
He forgot about it again… He got up from the bed painstakingly and stumbled into the toilet holding onto the wall. Walking a short distance took him several minutes. A sweaty mark was left from every step of his feet. Finally, he entered the toilet and locked the door. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and fell to the floor…
At the same time, in a room in the opposite end of the corridor, under the yellow light of the bedside lamp, a tall and strong man was lying on his side with his head propped up, pressing his big palm against the big cat who was about to run away: "Stay here obediently tonight. People just came here. Do you want to scare him away with your enthusiasm? Do you know that his arms were about to be crushed by you?"
"Mrrr…" The big cat crawled from under his hand, aggrieved, swept her big tail around and turned her head away not to look at Lu Chong.
Lu Chong smiled and scratched her pointed ears: "But why do you like him? In fact, I also have a good impression of him, I can't say why. It's really because he looks too similar to that person, I guess."
Actually, he had forgotten what that person looked like. He obviously tried so hard to remember, but day by day he helplessly found that his memory was blurred, as if there was a pair of invisible ruthless hands that stripped that person out of his life.
Was it because it had been too long?
Yes, this stupid cat had grown to be so big, so fat and so old. They had been separated for long enough.
Lu Chong closed his eyes. There was no longer any obvious heartache; but the empty, barren, dead feeling of nothingness underneath seemed even harder to bear.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 25
yun1yun yun1yun
4 months ago
"Still can't find anyone? Damn it, are your men useful at all?" In the Luo family's house, Luo Wenjun growled into the phone in a low voice. Then the person on the other side of the phone said something, and Luo Wenjun's expression froze. He forced a smile, "Sorry, Brother Kun, I, I didn't mean it like that, I didn't mean to say anything against you…"
Before he finished speaking, the call was unilaterally hung up by the other side.
Luo Wenjun was so angry that he wanted to smash his mobile phone on the floor, but in the end he held back and threw it on the bed.
He turned his head and saw himself in the dressing mirror, with a hideous expression and fierce eyes, not at all like an elegant and calm gentleman from a luxurious family.
Damn it, he wasn't supposed to look like this! He was already the young master of the Luo family and had been back for over three years. If Luo Wenhao hadn't refused to acknowledge him and take him to important occasions, making his position awkward, he wouldn't still have to stoop to Jin Kun's level.
Just a lowly thug…
It was unbelievable he still needed to suck up to him and rely on his help.
"The eldest young master is back." Luo Wenhao's car drove into the yard. Luo Wenjun came to the window and looked at the man who got out of the car. His fists clenched. He came back bruised and battered that night and said that Luo Wencheng attacked him. No one believed it. No, Luo Wenhao believed it, but what did he say?
"I told you a long time ago, don't provoke Ah Cheng. He has been spoiled by me since he was little and has a temper so strong that even I can't handle it when he's pissed off." A trace of helplessness and indulgence flashed in Luo Wenhao's eyes, but the way he looked at Luo Wenjun was like looking at a poorly performing clown, "Because of the blood flowing on your veins, I allowed you to return to the Luo family, but since you define your role as a good boy, just keep on being a good boy. Don't play smile-in-your-face, knife-in-your-back games if you don't have the ability. Do you know what rumours your ugly scandal in 'Golden Glory' caused?"
Luo Wenhao's gaze suddenly sharpened as he said in disgust: "Also, don't ever let me find out that you went to Ah Cheng again. He is mine, and you are not qualified to bully him."
Luo Wenjun reluctantly watched Luo Wenhao walk through the door. Obviously, I am your younger brother. Why do you never have me in your eyes?
Do I have to show my value before you can look at me differently?
But all his plans to approach Lu Jiuye were ruined by Luo Wencheng. These days, he didn't dare to go out; he could imagine what those people would say about him becoming a laughing stock.
Luo Wenjun gritted his teeth, sorted out his expression and went downstairs with a smile. In the living room below, Luo Wenhao was talking to Luo Kaifang: "…The gift is ready, and I will visit in a while. This time I will go first and explore Lu Chong's attitude."
Luo Wenjun took two quick steps: "Big Brother, did you find out anything about Lu Jiuye?"
When Luo Wenhao saw Luo Wenjun, a faint trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but because Luo Kaifang was there, he gave a vague "en".
Luo Kaifang was in a good mood and explained to his second son: "Someone saw him go in and out of the central hospital yesterday. If he didn't want anyone to know his whereabouts, no one would know, so this is a sign that he intends to reveal his whereabouts to others. And this is a sign that he is ready to meet guests."
Luo Wenjun ran to Luo Kaifang's side and hugged his arm: "Daddy, let me go with Big Brother too."
Luo Wenhao sneered: "What are you going to do, aren't you ashamed of yourself enough yet?"
Luo Wenjun bit his lip and his eyes immediately reddened: "Big Brother, I really drank too much that night. If it weren't for Second Brother stabbing me with his words, I wouldn't say those things. This time I promise I will behave myself."
What rich second generation didn't get drunk and didn't go crazy? It was already good Luo Wenjun just said a few foul words; but he was usually too well-behaved, so the contrast was too great.
Luo Kaifang agreed and said, "Yes, if it weren't for that bastard's provocation, how could Xiao Jun lose his temper? Well, it's just a trivial matter. It's good for Xiao Jun to go with you. He'll be able to adjust the atmosphere and maybe Lu Chong will be more polite." He patted Luo Wenjun's hand and said meaningfully, "Be good."
Luo Wenhao wanted to say that Luo Wenjun was useless and couldn't do anything, but seeing Luo Wenjun's delicate girlish face and his smug expression, he swallowed his words. Lu Chong's tastes were not a secret. If Luo Wenjun could get him interested, it wasn't a bad thing. If not, it would just kill Luo Wenjun's arrogance and save him from thinking that the world had to revolve around him.
Luo Wenjun breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they didn't know that "Golden Glory" was Lu Jiuye's property, otherwise they wouldn't let him follow. But even if he made an ugly scene in "Golden Glory", so what? He didn't do anything excessive. Luo Wencheng robbed him of his identity first, didn't he have the right to vent his grievances after everything he had suffered?
……
Luo Wencheng opened the window. The sun was shining and the breeze was cool and fresh. It was a beautiful day!
He saw his face on the glass window. The pain in his body from last night still seemed to be there. Once he thought of it, his soul trembled; but his spirit and complexion were so good that he looked invulnerable from the outside.
Luo Wencheng smiled at himself. This was very good. All the truth was packaged and hidden, and what was displayed in front of people was a perfect image worthy of liking and pleasant to see.
He opened the door and went downstairs. Lu Chong was sitting at the dining table, holding a piece of dried fish in front of the cat. He was wearing a simple white shirt. His expression was gentle, his whole image refined and elegant. His delicate collarbones were slightly visible in the open collar. It was hard to imagine that a man with such a deep and cold face could have such beautiful collarbones.
Luo Wencheng glanced and turned his eyes away. This man seemed not to be afraid of the cold; it had been quite a while since autumn.
Seeing Luo Wencheng come down, the big cat with a black and yellow back and a white belly immediately jumped off Lu Chong's lap and ran to Luo Wencheng, meowing.
Luo Wencheng smiled and bent over to pick up the cat: "Good morning, Ribs."
"Meow!" The big cat rubbed against his chest coquettishly, very affectionate.
"Good morning, sir." Luo Wencheng greeted Lu Chong.
Lu Chong nodded and looked at him: "Looks like you slept well."
"That's right." No, he didn't sleep well at all. He didn't sleep for the first half of the night, and then after half an hour of pain, he took a shower and tidied up the bathroom. In order not to reveal anything, he had to clean up all the traces in the room and wash the soiled clothes. It was two o'clock when he was done.
Because there was a "punishment time" every night, Luo Wencheng could never get a full night's sleep, but it was also because of this "punishment" that he could "detoxify his body and nourish his beauty" every night and remain in his best condition. Day after day, he was always full of energy, healthy and strong; but his soul was gradually getting tired.
"Sit down and eat. By the way, what are your plans for later?" Lu Chong reached out and served him a bowl of porridge. Luo Wencheng took a look. It was a very simple porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, but it was very fragrant. It was definitely a chef's work.
"Plans? None."
"That's good, there will be a guest coming later, you can help me entertain him."