Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 36
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4 months ago
Luo Wencheng was taken aback for a moment, and glanced at the mobile phone screen. It was the villa landline. Uncle Ding used to pick it up. How could it be that this time?…
"Sir, are you at home?"
"Yes."
"Me, I'm not dating. It's that girl who changed her clothes three times in order to give me a love letter. I think I have to make it clear to her so she doesn't waste time on me…" Luo Wencheng explained in embarrassment, and then reacted with hindsight, "How do you know about it, sir?"
"Someone mentioned it." Lu Chong explained briefly, "Youth in its prime, it's good to be in love. If someone says something, you don't have to pay attention."
Luo Wencheng was slightly startled and whispered, "Yes, but now I just want to focus on my studies."
"This is also very good," Lu Chong said kindly.
The phone was hung up.
Luo Wencheng put down his phone, his face becoming expressionless
Sure enough, someone reported to Lu Chong his every move. In the eyes of many people, he was Lu Chong's little lover. After discovering that he had actually received a love letter from someone, many people might report to Lu Chong in order to please him or out of jealousy.
As it turned out, Lu Chong didn't care at all, and even encouraged him to fall in love.
In Lu Chong's eyes, the relationship between them was indeed pure.
Luo Wencheng was relieved and a little guilty. Lu Chong didn't ask for anything in return, but he was full of lies.
But at least he could go ahead with his plan without worries.
In the villa, Lu Chong put down the phone, "I don't want this kind of thing to happen again."
Uncle Ding nodded, standing next to him. He knew very well that the "this kind of thing" didn't mean Luo Wencheng's dating, but someone reporting the date.
The old boss surnamed Jin got involved in this matter when he came to talk yesterday and accused Luo Wencheng of being unfaithful, suggesting that he had a more beautiful and well-behaved child in his hand.
Master looked like he was smiling but not smiling at the time…
The guy surnamed Jin thought he was kissing the right ass. Dream on. Uncle Ding lit a candle for him in his heart and kicked him into the blacklist.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, in the tea house opposite Haining Academy of Arts, a man and a woman were sitting by the window. The man was gentle and handsome, and the woman was sweet and cute. They looked like an enviable golden couple.
However, as the conversation progressed, the girl's face turned a little pale.
"Really, really not?" The girl asked in disappointment, almost pleading, "I really like you."
Luo Wencheng was not annoyed and asked with a smile: "What do you like about me?"
"Your appearance and your temperament are completely in line with my fantasy."
"Since it's fantasy, why bother to get close? "Luo Wencheng sighed, "The reason why fantasy is beautiful is precisely because it is unreal and cannot be possessed. If you get along with me, you will find that I am not what you think I am. There is my personality, temper, hobbies, living habits. All aspects will disappoint you. At that time, there will be no room for fantasy anymore. Won't it be a pity?"
The girl seemed to understand something and was overwhelmed with sadness.
If it was fierce rejection or disgust, she might have continued to persevere, but it was such a gentle analysis and yet it was as heavy as a thousand catties, making her understand that there was no chance at all.
She was very sad, but at the same time not exactly sad, but… Ah ah ah ah, he was absolutely as charming as she thought he would be.
Even his rejection was so clever, so gentlemanly, and so determined in its tenderness.
The girl's face became hot again.
Luo Wencheng was puzzled. Shouldn't she be sad and depressed? What did this fan girl-like glow in her eyes mean?
"Then can I still look at you from a distance in the future?"
Luo Wencheng was slightly startled and said with a smile: "If I say no, will you not look? If you want to look, just look. Think of me as a poster. The premise is not to disturb me or affect your own life, okay?"
He didn't know that his words would make him gain a bunch of fans in the future. At that moment, the chief fan girl across the table blushed and nodded, and suddenly said without thinking: "Can you give me an autograph?"
"What?" Did he hear it right?
The girl was embarrassed when she finished speaking, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was a good idea. She rummaged in her bag and quickly pulled out a notebook and a pen, her eyes shining: "Just sign it, as a memento of my crush, okay? Please!"
Luo Wencheng: "……"
A rejected confession strangely came to a happy ending, and the two of them walked out of the tea house with very satisfied expressions on their faces.
The girl was satisfied to dine out with her idol, and Luo Wencheng… looked at the sky. It was very good, they dawdled until it was finally getting dark.
His eyes flicked around as if nothing had happened. In his heart he wasn't particularly sure that the man would show up. He sent the girl downstairs of her dormitory, turned around and slowly walked out of the campus, ready to call a taxi to go back to the villa.
However, not far from the school gates, an unassuming van drove up to him.
Luo Wencheng's eyes flashed. The car door opened in front of him, and two strong men sprang out, twisted his arms behind his back and shoved him into the car.
"You guys…" Luo Wencheng was thrown into the car, the door slammed shut, and the car moved.
Luo Wencheng was pressed hard against the seat. His arms were forcibly held behind his back. He struggled desperately, his face angry and panicked. When he saw who was sitting in the seat opposite him, only anger was left.
"Luo Wenhao, it's you!"
With a gloomy expression, Luo Wenhao raised his hand and pinched Luo Wencheng's chin: "These days you are really guarding against me as if I'm a thief, making it hard for me to find a chance to get in touch with you. What, do you really want to draw a line with your big brother?"
Luo Wencheng has been in school for three weeks and went back to Lu Chong's house on weekends. At school, he had three points of contact: club, class and dormitory, and he hardly ever was alone.
Luo Wenhao once asked someone to give him a letter and asked him to come out to meet, but Luo Wencheng ignored it. This made Luo Wenhao very angry, but he didn't dare to make a big fuss.
He finally found a chance today.
Luo Wencheng said coldly: "I should go back. Mr. Lu will look for me if he doesn't see me."
Luo Wenhao fished his mobile phone out of his pocket and threw it aside, sneered and said, "You reported to Lu Chong that you would come back later today. Even if you don't return all night… it's normal for a young couple to spend the night together, right?"
"You!" Luo Wencheng glared at him and quickly figured it out, "One of your people is among my roommates?"
He was in the dormitory when he called Lu Chong and said he would be back later today, and the only people who knew about it were his three roommates.
Luo Wenhao smiled and admitted it, then stretched out his hand to touch his face: "I was surprised that Lu Chong actually agreed to you dating someone else. Could it be that you and he really aren't in that kind of relationship? Or is it that he has spoiled you to the point that he is willing to be cuckolded?"
The skin under his hands was soft and smooth, and it was hard to describe how wonderful it felt.
Luo Wenhao's fingers paused, his fingertips turning to the corner of Luo Wencheng's mouth, tracing those petal-like lips again and again. His eyes darkened: "What magic power do you have that can charm him like this?"
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 37
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4 months ago
Luo Wencheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, ignoring the frivolous and filthy meaning of Luo Wenhao's words. Some things could not be explained and did not need to be explained.
"Let me go first!"
Luo Wenhao raised his hand, and the two strong men who were holding Luo Wencheng let him go. Luo Wencheng slowly sat up, rubbed his right shoulder and a trace of pain appeared on his face. Then he looked at Luo Wenhao coldly, "What the hell do you want from me?"
"I want my good brother to help me."
Luo Wenhao smiled, but his eyes were full of gloom. It was obvious he wasn't having a good time these days. There were dark shadows under his eyes. He had always paid attention to his appearance but now he had stubble on his chin and his clothes were wrinkled.
"You're eating and drinking well by Lu Chong's side and have no worries. Shouldn't you think about helping your big brother?"
Luo Wencheng lowered his eyes, "Not to mention that I don't want to, even if I did, you overestimate my weight in Lu Chong's eyes."
"You don't need to do anything. If I ask you out, just come and have a meal with me, then say a few good things for me to Lu Chong."
Luo Wenhao's voice was bewitching and pleading, "Ah Cheng, I know you hate me for not saving you at the time, but I had no choice. If it weren't for me, do you think you could really come out intact after those three years?"
Luo Wencheng suddenly raised his head.
The smile on Luo Wenhao's lips grew a bit more smug.
He did secretly take care of it back then, otherwise, with Luo Wencheng's looks and background, it was hard to say whether he could survive those three years in prison. But his starting point was not to protect Luo Wencheng.
After all, Luo Wencheng used to be his younger brother. He could die in prison, but he couldn't make it too embarrassing, otherwise it would affect Luo Wenhao's face, right?
"It was Father who made the decision. It was Luo Wenjun who took your place. Your enemy is them, not me. Are you really willing to watch them live so well after hurting you? Don't you want revenge?"
Luo Wencheng looked at him with his lips tightly pursed.
Luo Wenhao said confidently: "If you didn't want to retaliate, you wouldn't get close to Lu Chong. But do you dare to ask Lu Chong to do it for you? You dare not. If you dared to do that, the Luo family would have collapsed a long time ago."
Luo Wencheng continued to look at him stubbornly, but on closer inspection it was not difficult to notice the flash of shame and anger on his face, the wretchedness of having his mind seen through.
"I'm right, yes? You plan carefully, step by step, very good, very good, but how slow is that? With me it will be different. In front of Lu Chong, you just need to keep being sweet and harmless, and leave the rest to me.
"Isn't it great if we cooperate with each other and get what we need?"
Luo Wencheng lowered his head and chuckled in his heart.
Last time at the Luo family banquet, Luo Wenhao still said that he needed a backer. When he found that he couldn't impress Luo Wencheng with that, he changed to cooperating with each other?
Luo Wenhao's mind was quick enough, and he did hit the nail on the head presenting him with the dilemma…
Of course he didn't dare to let Lu Chong know about his dark side.
But cooperation?
No need at all.
He was well aware that Luo Wenhao was desperate to find him to intimidate and seduce him into helping; and since Luo Wenhao struggled to get the chance, Luo Wencheng created it for him.
Today's appointment, the phone call about returning to the villa later, the walk alone in the street waiting for a taxi, everything was to give Lou Wenhao the chance to take advantage of the situation.
He had to be bashful, harmless and uncompetitive, so naturally he couldn't take the initiative to attack. Then when he was hurt first and was harassed and persecuted again and again, there was a reason to fight back, right?
He held his faintly aching right shoulder and said after a pause, "What if I don't agree?"
"Ah Cheng, don't be difficult."
Luo Wenhao wanted to reach out and pinch Luo Wencheng's chin again, but Luo Wencheng avoided him.
Luo Wenhao leaned back in the seat and smiled good-naturedly: "I don't know what the relationship between you and Lu Chong is, but it doesn't matter. If you are not in that kind of relationship with him, your position is insecure and you can be kicked out at any time; if it is that kind of relationship and he can tolerate you dating others, it means that he has no desire for exclusivity and treats you like nothing more than a thing.
"For example, today, I could catch you, which means that Lu Chong doesn't care much about you and hasn't arranged for someone to protect you secretly. If I can catch you once, I can catch you twice or three times. I still talk to you this time, but it will not necessarily be talking next time."
Luo Wenhao suddenly wrapped his arm around the back of Luo Wencheng's neck, dragged him closer and whispered a threat into his ear: "I have a hard time, and I won't let you have a good time either. Whether you have one big brother who helps protect you or one more enemy, you can choose for yourself."
"But on the other hand, if you help me, I will help you take revenge. If you can't stay by Lu Chong's side in the future, I can still let you go back to the Luo family and let you continue to be Luo Ershao. There will be no more Luo Kaifang and Luo Wenjun at that time. No one will threaten you. Everything I have, I will share half of it with you and I will be the one you can rely on forever."
Luo Wenhao was not a man of many words, but at this moment he was rambling on and on, taking trouble to give Luo Wencheng an analysis, hoping that he would see the situation clearly.
Luo Wencheng, pressed to him, closed his eyes and panted heavily before opening them again. "Okay, I promise you. But all I can do is say a few good words for you."
A burst of excitement erupted in Luo Wenhao's eyes, "That's enough!"
The Luo family was now down and suppressed so hard it couldn't move. He, Young Master Luo, was also overwhelmed. If Lu Chong gave him some face at this time, even if it was just a little bit of positive attitude, he could get out of the muddy pool of the Luo family. With his contacts and abilities, it was easy to make a comeback.
Luo Wenhao seemed to see a brilliant and beautiful future in front of him. He got a bottle of red wine from somewhere, smiled and poured a glass of red wine for himself and for Luo Wencheng: "Cheers to the cooperation of two brothers!"
Luo Wencheng's eyes flashed as he looked at the glass of red wine. He tilted his head and drank it all in one gulp. His face suddenly flushed, and he lowered his eyes to hide the coldness and mockery in his gaze: "Can you let me out of the car? It'll be too late if I don't go back."
"Okay. I will ask you out for dinner tomorrow, and we will talk more about it then. You are not allowed to hang up on me."
The van turned back to the school and stopped at an intersection. Luo Wencheng got out with his bag and waited for the car to drive away. He looked at his right shoulder and tried to lift his right arm. When he lifted it to a certain angle, there was a tearing pain that made his face pale.
The two big men handled him too harshly and twisted his shoulders, but if it was just that, it wouldn't hurt like this. It was Luo Wencheng who deliberately resisted them in a specific direction and used his own strength to make it like that.
His face was pale, but his eyes remained calm and even vaguely expectant.
After laying the groundwork for so long, it was time to accept the results.
He waited for a while for a taxi and returned to the villa.
It was only after eight o'clock, and the villa was brightly lit. Lu Chong walked down the stairs, followed by the dark-faced Zhou Yishan and the smiling Maitreya Buddha-like Liu Weizhi.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 38
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4 months ago
"Go back and pack, and leave tonight."
Lu Chong said this to Zhou Yishan.
Zhou Yishan said awkwardly: "Sir, please let me stay for a few more days."
"You have said this many times, when did you become Zhou Yilai?" Liu Weizhi said with a smile. (赖 lài, one of the meanings is "hang on in a place", I think that's probably the pun LW means.)
"Fatty, why don't you change with me? You go back to the capital and I will stay here." Zhou Yishan said in exasperation.
"No, you are just a burly guy, how can you take care of Master?"
"You fat guy, you are full of fat, you can neither beat people nor take a beating, how can you protect Master?"
Lu Chong ignored these two guys who were always bickering at the lower IQ level limit when they got together, and asked Uncle Ding who was grinning, "Wencheng hasn't come back yet?"
"No, young people always watch a movie or something when they date."
Before he finished speaking, the servant's voice came from the entrance: "Mr. Luo is back?"
Then the young man answered in a low voice.
As soon as Lu Chong heard this voice, he felt that something was wrong.
He wasn't at home much, and he didn't always meet Luo Wencheng when he came back, but the few times he had met him, the young man was always like a gust of wind, blowing in from the outside brisk and clear, and the originally dull and empty villa brightened up with this wind.
But this time…
After a few footsteps, a young man in a long black coat appeared in front of them. If Lu Chong didn't observe carefully, he might have missed the streaks of dirt on his clothes.
Also, the young man was always well-behaved, carrying his backpack on both shoulders, but today it only hung on his left shoulder…
Luo Wencheng looked up and saw Lu Chong. His eyes lit up, he called "Sir" and then greeted Liu Weizhi and Zhou Yishan obediently.
Uncle Ding smiled and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I have." Luo Wencheng said to Lu Chong, "Sir, I'll go upstairs first."
Lu Chong didn't comment: "Go ahead."
However, Zhou Yishan stretched out his arm and hugged Luo Wencheng: "I really envy you, living under the same roof with Master."
"!" Luo Wencheng reflexively made a gesture of avoidance but was still slapped firmly on the shoulder by Zhou Yishan.
And it happened to be the right shoulder.
Luo Wencheng wanted to show the traces of his injury, but he didn't expect someone to cooperate so much. He was startled and also instinctively frowned, showing a hint of hidden pain.
But he immediately concealed it and raised his left hand to grab Zhou Yishan's palm: "Mr. Zhou, I'll go upstairs and put my bag first."
The few people present were astute enough to notice that something was wrong at first glance.
Zhou Yishan, who was a reckless guy when he didn't need to use his brain, was still oblivious. He noticed that the young man shrank under his slap and slapped him twice more heavily: "Young men these days, ah, can't even bear a slap from me."
Can't bear a slap?
As soon as Zhou Yishan's aggravated slap landed, Luo Wencheng trembled and almost went limp, clutching his shoulder.
As fast as a gust of wind, an arm caught him, and Lu Chong's other hand stopped Zhou Yishan's second slap: "Stop it."
Zhou Yishan grinned; it was just a pat, right?
He didn't use too much force, did he?
Luo Wencheng leaned on Lu Chong's shoulder and his mind was blank for a couple of seconds before he caught his breath. He let out a sigh and quickly got out of Lu Chong's arms: "Sir, I'm sorry."
Lu Chong didn't let him retreat, holding his shoulder with one hand and taking his forearm with the other, trying to move slightly: "Did you hurt your arm?"
Luo Wencheng gasped when his arm was raised to a certain angle.
Lu Chong's face didn't look good anymore: "Who hurt you?"
Zhou Yishan also came back to his senses and shouted, "Oh, hey! You didn't go out to fight, did you?"
Luo Wencheng refused to say anything, stammering for a while and then whispering, "I did it by accident."
There were originally three astute men present, but now they had become four; it would be strange that he could get away with this.
But Lu Chong didn't rush to ask more questions. He turned to Uncle Ding and said, "Call Dr. Wang over." Then he said to Zhou Yishan and Liu Weizhi, "You guys can leave."
Zhou Yishan still wanted to watch the show, but was dragged away by Liu Weizhi, and when they left the villa, Liu Weizhi said, "Go pack your things quickly."
"No rush, no rush." Zhou Yishan was filled with righteous indignation, "This kid looks like he was bullied. Who dares to bully Master's people in Haining now? Someone is really bold, see if I don't beat him to the ground!"
If Liu Weizhi couldn't see through him, he would've lived in vain: "We don't need you."
"Why don't you need me? Which one of you is better at beating people than I am?"
He had to do it even if he didn't have to do it, ah. He needed to seize any opportunity to stay in Haining.
Meanwhile, Dr. Wang also came from the house next door.
Dr. Wang was in his fifties and had good medical skills. He was Lu Chong's personal doctor. It was just that Lu Chong was not very patient with him before and left him in Beijing. Then Zhou Yishan made a fuss and said that if he didn't keep the doctor, he had to keep him, so Lu Chong had to agree for Dr. Wang to stay.
As soon as Zhou Yishan saw the doctor, he pulled him aside: "Lao Wang, tell me how serious the situation is inside later, understand?"
Dr. Wang was confused.
In the living room, Lu Chong sat down and looked at Luo Wencheng: "Did you hurt yourself? Hmm?"
This "hmm" was fluttering but seemed to weigh a thousand catties.
Luo Wencheng's scalp tightened, and he moved his lips a little helplessly, almost unable to pretend under Lu Chong's gaze. Fortunately, Ribs came out of nowhere and walked around him, meowing. He squatted down and petted the cat.
Lu Chong smiled; the young man learned to be perfunctory with him.
At this moment, Dr. Wang came in, and Lu Chong said, "Take a look at him, his shoulder is hurt."
Dr. Wang moved Luo Wencheng's arm first, and then asked, "Have you suffered any trauma?"
"…yes."
"How was it injured? Is it a man-made sprain, a fall, or a car accident?"
Luo Wencheng glanced at Lu Chong. Lu Chong was looking at him calmly but every strand of his hair seemed to convey a kind of intimidating pressure, as if to say: don't try to lie in front of me.
Luo Wencheng pursed his mouth: "…man-made."
"How long has it been?"
"Just an hour or two."
Dr. Wang got an idea and said, "Take off your clothes and let me check if you hurt your bones."
Take them off here?
In the middle of winter, Luo Wencheng was wearing a lot of clothes, including a pullover jumper, so it was strange to take it off right here in front of Lu Chong.
Dr. Wang reacted: "Oh, you don't need to take it off. I'll just check the bones. You have to go to the hospital to take an x-ray to confirm the diagnosis."
It'll be troublesome to take it off and put it on again.
What's more, it was his shoulder that was injured, which made it even more troublesome.
With that, Dr. Wang disinfected his hands, asked Luo Wencheng to sit down, stood beside him, pulled open his collar and groped inside.
"……!" Luo Wencheng opened his mouth and sat obediently without saying a word.
Dr. Wang's hand pressed against his flesh, touching and probing his shoulder, while he asked, "Does this hurt?" and "Does that hurt?"
Luo Wencheng answered honestly.
He didn't feel embarrassed himself, but he didn't know why, being watched by Lu Chong from not far away, he inexplicably felt… a little shy.
But he held Ribs and looked at the dark TV set in front of him, trying hard to stay motionless and not squint. But soon he couldn't be bothered to be shy because it really hurt. Whatever way Dr. Wang pressed, it hurt.
Lu Chong looked at him involuntarily.
Luo Wencheng's skin was very white, a very healthy white, like smooth, shiny jade, making one pleased to look at it, while Dr. Wang's hands were very dark, and those dark hands reached into Luo Wencheng's collar that had been opened a bit, forming a stark contrast.
He was also groping that delicate shoulder and moving it around.
Somehow, Lu Chong felt it was a bit of an eyesore when he looked at it.
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 39
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4 months ago
Lu Chong's fingers on his knees twitched, rubbing unconsciously.
Before he could figure out the reason for this discomfort, Dr. Wang pulled out his hand.
"The bone is not injured. The preliminary judgement is that it is a rotator cuff injury. It is best to have an MRI. If it is serious, the surgery is needed as soon as possible."
Lu Chong's gaze was still on Luo Wencheng's shoulder. Watching him fix his collar with one hand, Lu Chong was a bit slow to react after hearing these words. Then his face darkened slightly: "Surgery is needed?"
"If the tendon tear is serious, surgery is necessary. His shoulder is swollen now, and the soreness and restricted arm movement are obvious. It is estimated that the situation is not very optimistic."
"Lao Ding, prepare the car." Lu Chong said immediately.
Uncle Ding, who was watching, quickly went to make arrangements. Luo Wencheng was pulled up by Lu Chong, and the cat on his lap was also taken away.
"Sir?" Luo Wencheng didn't dare to speak and followed until he noticed that Lu Chong had also gotten into the car; then he said hurriedly, "I'll just go by myself."
It was too much to ask Lu Chong to accompany him.
But when Lu Chong gave him a look, he didn't dare to say anything.
He could see that Lu Chong was angry, and not just a little.
This time they went not to the municipal hospital, but to a famous private hospital, went through the VIP channel and had an MRI as soon as they arrived. The result came out quickly; the whole supraspinatus muscle tendon was torn.
The surgery was arranged quickly. Luo Wencheng was taken for a blood test, changed his clothes and was put on saline. It didn't take long for him to be pushed into the surgery room.
He was a little dazed and uneasy, as if he couldn't digest the rhythm, and subconsciously looked past the medical staff around him to find Lu Chong's figure.
Lu Chong felt his helpless puppy-like gaze. His heart softened as he walked over and touched his head: "Don't be afraid, it's just a small minimally invasive operation. The surgeon is a very experienced orthopaedic specialist, it'll be over soon."
Luo Wencheng was a little relieved but still took Lu Chong's hand and didn't want to let go.
Lu Chong chuckled a little. Now he knew how to be afraid, huh?
He let Luo Wencheng hold his hand, his attitude almost a bit doting.
Luo Wencheng felt his indulgence and worry, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable. He was lying to this man, had been lying to him, and even used this almost self-harming way to gain his sympathy and help.
This was the last time; he vowed that he would never use such extreme methods again.
Luo Wencheng was pushed into the surgery room and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost ten o'clock.
He had been worried that there might be someone around him at midnight, and now it looked like he was going to spend the night directly in the surgery room. He just hoped that he wouldn't scare these people when he had a seizure.
Outside, Lu Chong's face gradually darkened.
Liu Weizhi came over at some point and said to him, "We found out, it's Luo Wenhao."
This hour or two was enough for Liu Weizhi to find out what had happened, and it didn't even require him to use many tactics.
He first found the taxi that brought Luo Wencheng back through the surveillance in front of the villa, contacted the driver, found the place where Luo Wencheng got in, then retrieved the local surveillance and found the van, and then easily found out that the car belonged to Luo Wenhao.
He didn't alert Luo Wenhao, but ordered someone to take away the two people in the van who restrained Luo Wencheng at the time.
The two men were bodyguards who had been employed by Luo Wenhao for a long time, but Luo Wenhao was no longer the same as before and was not paying them as much as he used to, so they had been secretly planning to find another way.
So it took Liu Weizhi no time at all to dig out the whole story from the two of them; even the conversation between Luo Wencheng and Luo Wenhao in the car was reproduced.
Lu Chong flipped through the printed dialogue, his eyes getting colder and colder: "This flea…"
He sent Luo Wencheng to the hospital twice, the first time because of Luo Wenjun, and the second time because of Luo Wenhao. He was too kind to these two trash, not letting them taste the pain.
Zhou Yishan jumped out and rolled up his sleeves: "Sir, this Luo is lawless, let me go and deal with him."
He himself thought he would be rejected, but unexpectedly Lu Chong glanced at him and said, "Don't waste it, let the whole Haining know."
Zhou Yishan and Liu Weizhi exchange glances; it seemed that this time Master was really angry.
According to usual practice, those who pranced in front of Lu Chong's eyes were generally ignored, and those who were really annoying were simply disposed of. Those who could make him take a closer look at them were either of a certain status and could not be killed at once, such as Chen Jingqiu, or else they made him really angry.
Luo Wenhao was obviously the latter.
But it was normal. Luo Wenhao had tried to put his hands on Luo Wencheng several times; it was equal to bearding the lion in its den, ah. This was not only reckless, but also meant treating people like fools, could one not be angry?
As soon as Zhou Yishan was given the go-ahead, he went straight to the Luo family's house, rubbing his hands.
There, Luo Wenhao was so excited to get Luo Wencheng's "promise" that he couldn't sleep and didn't have time to sleep either.
He immediately asked his staff, assistants and some of his business partners who were still in good relationship with him to meet him at his place.
He planned to coax Luo Kaifang to give him all the resources he could still use, and then start another business by himself. In the future, he would also rely on Lu Chong's people. With his brains and his own team, what could he not do?
One of his business partners asked, not quite convinced, "Can you really catch Lu Chong?"
Luo Wenhao leaned back on the sofa very confidently, playing with the lighter in his hand, looking askance: "Don't worry, I have someone by Lu Chong's side."
The other man chuckled and said, "It's not that brother of yours, is it?"
Luo Wenhao smiled without saying a word, very mysterious, but also kind of acquiescing.
The man heckled, envying Luo Wenhao.
Someone else asked: "Your brother doesn't seem to have a very good relationship with your family, does he?"
"That's with the rest of the family. He was brought up by me since he was a child, and his feelings for me are naturally different." This proud tone made many people's hearts sour.
They also wanted to bring up a potential stock from an early age.
As they were talking and laughing, looking forward to a wonderful tomorrow, suddenly there was a scream outside from a bodyguard or a driver!
Before anyone could stand up, the door was slammed open, and a tall man with a fierce grin on his face strode in.
Behind him were several guys dressed in black with baseball bats in their hands.
This piece of oppressive blackness was overwhelming, as if someone was there to kill for revenge, and it was very challenging for psychological endurance.
People stood up in a panic: "Who are you?!"
Someone else had secretly called the police.
Luo Wenhao recognised the man in the lead, so he was more panicked than everyone else.
"Mr. Zhou? What brings you here?" He laughed dryly, "You're…"
Zhou Yihan was just like the gangsters who came to the door to collect debts in the last century, flaunting his thug-like demeanour. He turned around, flipped through this and kicked that: "Oh, I see, dressing nicely, drinking wine, listening to music, nice nice, ah." Then he said with a grim expression on his face and a cold look in his eyes, "Smash everything for me!"
Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 40
yun1yun yun1yun
4 months ago
In the surgery room, the operation was very successful.
It soon reached the finishing stage.
But the clock was ticking, approaching midnight.
Luo Wencheng was conscious because of the local anaesthetic, and looked at the bright red numbers on the electronic watch.
12:00!
He waited for a moment, the sick feeling rising from the pit of his stomach, and then…
A sharp twinge!
As if a blade had pierced him; Luo Wencheng's body tensed and his teeth clenched.
The nurse who had been paying attention to his face thought he was nervous, and smiled to comfort him: "It's almost done, it's being stitched up."
Luo Wencheng tried to smile at her too, but his smile froze before it truly appeared on his face. His brows frowned, and beads of sweat oozed on his forehead. The nurse was puzzled, and then she heard the sharp chirping of the monitor.
Heart rate and blood pressure spiked past the alert level in an instant!
Lu Chong was sitting outside the surgery room, his back straight, his deep features clearly illuminated by the lights in the corridor.
He gently rubbed the thumb and index finger of his right hand with a thoughtful look on his face, and even the shadows cast by his lowered eyelashes on his face seemed deep.
He was trying to remember what he was feeling, trying to find the source of that oddly upsetting emotion.
The medical staff who came and went didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, because this man's presence was so overwhelming and oppressive.
At this moment, the door of the surgery room opened, the people inside hurriedly came out, and then the people outside hurriedly entered, as if something unexpected had happened.
Lu Chong heard the words "Patient in Surgery Room 3".
Luo Wencheng was in Surgery Room 3!
He got up and headed for the surgery room.
"Sir, you can't go in." The head nurse boldly came up to stop him, "It's a sterile area, and family members can't go in."
Lu Chong frowned: "What happened to the patient in Surgery Room 3?"
"Mr. Lu." The assistant of the chief surgeon came out of the surgery room, "The patient wants to see you, so you can come in wearing isolating clothes."
Lu Chong suddenly thought absurdly of "seeing for the last time", and even with his strong heart, he couldn't help but flinch.
He took the isolating clothes handed over by the head nurse, without any care for the dressing procedure draped it over his body in an amateurish manner and walked inside without even putting on the shoe covers: "What's the situation? Isn't it a minor injury?"
The assistant's legs went weak at his question and he said, "The surgery was successful, very successful, but I don't know why the patient's heart rate and blood pressure suddenly turned abnormal. We tried some methods to no avail, and the patient…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Lu Chong walked into the surgery room. On the operating table, Luo Wencheng was making a fuss to get down. A circle of people around him tried to stop him. His weak, trembling voice reached Lu Chong, "I'm fine, I want to go out."
Lu Chong quickly walked over and saw that the young man's right shoulder had been stitched up and he was breathing, so he let out a sigh of relief.
At this moment, he realised that his heart was stagnant and it turned out that he was holding his breath just now.
He stepped forward and held Luo Wencheng's intact left arm: "Don't make trouble, lie down obediently."
Luo Wencheng raised his head; his whole body was drenched in sweat and his hair was wet. He squinted for a long time before he seemed to recognise Lu Chong. He said, aggrieved: "The surgery is over. I'm just nervous… I just want to go out and get some air, that's it."
As he said that, he clutched his abdomen and gasped for breath. Anyone could see his pain.
After speaking, he leaned on Lu Chong, having no more strength.
Lu Chong looked at the blinding numbers pulsing on the monitor. His blood pressure soared up to 200. He, a layman, knew how abnormal this was. He looked sharply at the orthopaedic specialist standing aside.
The orthopaedic specialist was wearing a hat, mask and glasses. It could be said that he was fully armoured, but he still felt that his whole face ached from this glare. He said with deliberation: "We can't find the exact cause at the moment. I have asked the cardiovascular medicine, neurology and gastroenterology departments to consult."
Luo Wencheng was clutching his stomach, which was something even an orthopaedic surgeon understood.
In fact, the expert even wondered a little if Luo Wencheng was an addict, but to say so in front of the honourable master? He didn't want to quit his job.
"Sir, no, so many people, it's, it's an old problem…" Luo Wencheng tugged at Lu Chong's clothes, struggling to say between gasps, "In a while, it will be fine…"
Lu Chong's pupils shrank for a moment; he hugged Luo Wencheng and said to the others: "You all go out, I will stay with him."
The specialist wanted to say something else, but there was nothing that could be done with so many people gathered here, and since the cause of the disease was not clear and the person's status was high, who dared to administer the medicine or something?
Lu Chong and Luo Wencheng were the only two people left in the surgery room.
Because of the surgery, the bed was adjusted a bit lower. Lu Chong knelt on the bed on one knee, took Luo Wencheng in his arms, stroked his hair and back, and soothed him over and over again in a gentle voice he didn't even notice: "It's okay, it's okay…"
The muscles of his arms tensed, accumulating strength. He was worried that Luo Wencheng would struggle and hurt himself, and constantly watched him, nervous that he would be delirious and bite his tongue.
But no, he was just in pain, just sweating madly, just leaning on Lu Chong weakly, trembling, enduring some unknown pain, and making no extra movement.
He looked at Luo Wencheng silently. There were no needle or other suspicious traces. However, there were finger-shaped bruises on both his shoulders and arms.
Luo Wencheng's skin was white and tender. The violence he suffered when he was kidnapped was clearly visible on his body, and there were even several bruises on his back. With Lu Chong's eyesight and experience, he could naturally see that they were caused by the pressure of knees and elbows.
He could even recreate the scene in his mind.
"……"
Lu Chong took a deep breath; his eyes were so cold that they could freeze people. On the contrary, his voice became a bit softer and the movements of his hands even gentler.
Luo Wencheng's upper body was bare. Lu Chong's hand was wet with sweat when he touched it. However, Lu Chong, who was usually very resistant to getting closer to others even slightly, didn't mind at this moment. Even when the sweat soaked through the clothes on his chest, he didn't mind.
After nearly twenty minutes, Luo Wencheng gradually relaxed. Lu Chong felt it, lowered his head and asked him softly, "Are you feeling better?"
Luo Wencheng blinked sluggishly as he leaned on his chest: "Yeah…"
"Then I'll call them in. Your wound is bleeding, let them check it again."
Lu Chong was talking as if coaxing a child.
Luo Wencheng pulled the corner of his mouth in a tiny smile.
He was not strong enough to talk now.
Lu Chong then called those doctors outside to come in.
The specialist checked the surgical incision and said that there was just a little blood and no re-injury. He personally sewed the last stitch, put on gauze and asked for instructions: "Shall we go back to the ward first, or should we do some tests here?"
Lu Chong looked at the exhausted, feeble young man in his arms, "Back to the ward."
With that, he bent down and picked Luo Wencheng up straight away.
The specialist who was calling for a trolley felt his voice stick in his throat; he only dared to follow and remind, "Be careful not to move his right arm, keep it absolutely still."
Liu Weizhi, Uncle Ding and others had missed the moment when their master had barged into the surgery room all of a sudden. And before they could figure out what was going on, they saw him come out again.
The image of their master comically wearing green isolating clothes opened on his chest and holding a weak, handsome young man with snow-white skin in his arms, was indescribably strange, yet somehow ambiguous.