Dear Mr. Lu

Luo Wenjun was almost choking from anger but suddenly his face changed, and he plopped down on his knees.

Luo Wencheng opened his eyes wide in surprise and suddenly realised something.

Then he had to listen to Luo Wenjun’s heartfelt plea, just short of bursting into tears: “Second Brother, just come back! Please forgive Father. Everything happened because of me. As long as you are willing to come back and help the family, I will leave right away.”

Luo Wencheng watched his performance with interest. Footsteps came from behind him, and he glanced sideways. It was Luo Wenhao.

Not only that, through the glass windows not far away, many people in the hall could see what was happening here, right?

Luo Wencheng smiled faintly, looking down at the person at his feet indifferently. His voice was soft and calm: “Luo Wenjun, it seems that you are really desperate. You can even do this kind of thing. I really underestimated you.”

He stood as he had been trained yesterday, like a real nobleman, while the one at his feet seemed to be just an ant: “Don’t you know that after kneeling like that, Haining’s upper circle will no longer accept you unless you make a complete comeback, like I did?”

Luo Wenjun raised his head abruptly, and his gaze stabbed Luo Wencheng like a poisoned dagger, but after noticing Luo Wenhao, he looked pitiful again: “Second Brother, do you hate me so much?”

Luo Wencheng was not interested in watching him act anymore. He turned his head and smiled at Luo Wenhao, who had a stiff expression on his face, and said, “Your younger brother is good, he can bend and stretch. It’s a pity, if the person who witnessed this scene was Luo Kaifang instead of you, he might have achieved the effect he wanted.”

And now?

Luo Wencheng ignored him and Luo Wenhao didn’t care. Luo Wenjun was acting for the blind audience and knelt down for nothing.

When Luo Wencheng was about to leave after speaking, Luo Wenhao grabbed his arm, and the orange juice in Luo Wencheng’s hand spilled out and splashed on his cuffs.

Luo Wencheng’s gaze turned cold abruptly.

Luo Wenhao said, “Come home, it will be good for you and me.”

He used “me” instead of “us” or “the Luo family”.

“Let go.”

“Are you sure Lu Chong won’t get tired of you?” Luo Wenhao looked at him deeply, “You can pretend for a while, but you can’t pretend for a lifetime. You know what you used to be like in the past, and I know it too.”

Luo Wencheng was slightly taken aback, almost thinking that Luo Wenhao had seen through him, but then realised that it was impossible.

It was impossible for anyone to know that he approached Lu Chong purposefully and used Lu Chong.

As for what he used to be like in the past? Although he didn’t like to study and had many bad habits of a second generation ancestor (a spoiled kid of a wealthy family), he had not broken the law, he was not amoral. There was nothing fundamentally wrong with him. He was really not afraid of Luo Wenhao’s intimidation.

Luo Wencheng smiled and said clearly: “Let go!”

Zhou Yishan came out of nowhere: “Yo, is someone making trouble?”

Luo Wenjun hurriedly got up from the ground. Luo Wenhao frowned: “Who are you?”

Luo Wencheng hurriedly took the opportunity to break free from Luo Wenhao and hid beside Zhou Yishan: “Mr. Zhou, why are you here?”

Zhou Yishan raised his eyebrows: “Didn’t I come here in the same car with you just now?”

“You didn’t get out of the car, I thought you had left.”

That was because Zhou Yishan had spent some time feeling out the front and back of the Luo family.

He tsk’ed: “One is playing the weak little white flower, the other is playing the domineering president, you two brothers are full of drama.”

Luo Wenhao’s face became a little ugly. But he already understood that this person must have followed Lu Chong or was someone close to Lu Chong. He stretched out his hand with an awkward smile: “Mr. Zhou, right? It turns out you’re here with Mr. Lu and Ah Cheng. I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you for a while.”

Zhou Yishan glanced at him, shook his head and let out a sigh, then pulled Luo Wencheng into the house. As he walked, he said, “You ah, you are a fragrant steamed bun now. Who doesn’t want to put their hands on you? Be careful and don’t be lured by a few words. There are many bad guys in this world.”

The faces of the “bad guys” Luo brothers were as black as the bottom of a pot.

Luo Wencheng laughed in a muffled voice: “Mr. Zhou, you are very destructive.”

Zhou Yishan said meaningfully: “You are not weak either.”

Master told him that this kid was a bit pitiful; where was he pitiful? He was pretty happy to tear the Luo brothers apart; the question was whether he pretended to be well-behaved in front of his master.

Luo Wencheng returned to the hall and sat obediently by Lu Chong’s side. Ten minutes later Lu Chong said goodbye. He attended the reception banquet with him as the honourable guest for a total of half an hour, which was tantamount to just showing his face symbolically. 

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The guests were very sorry to realise that the only thing they had gained from this reception was the unanimous belief that Luo Wencheng, who seemed to be ruined, managed to hug Lu Jiuye’s thigh and the Luo family was going to be unlucky in the future in all probability.

In no time at all, these two news spread rapidly throughout the circle.

Back at Lu Chong’s house, Luo Wencheng seemed a little dejected. Although he concealed it well, the occasional absent-mindedness was still noticed by Lu Chong.

After the meal, Lu Chong called him into the study and gave him a file: “Take a look for yourself.”

Luo Wencheng opened it hesitantly, and it turned out to be the acceptance letter from Haining Academy of Arts, as well as the brief introduction to the school, an admission handbook and a key.

“A dormitory key?”

“Well, a four-person dormitory, I didn’t apply for a single dormitory for you. Going to university without living in a group dormitory would be less flavorful. Don’t you want to experience campus life?” Lu Chong said.

Luo Wencheng’s lips moved and he clenched the key tightly: “Then, can I come back here on weekends?”

He asked cautiously, as if he was afraid of being abandoned, and Lu Chong hooked the corners of his mouth, “Of course.”

Luo Wencheng smiled: “Thank you, sir. I will make you supper.”

After he went out, Zhou Yishan came in and leaned on the bookcase lopsidedly: “You really spoil this kid. He is not as simple as he seems on the surface.”

He told Lu Chong how Luo Wencheng was smooth and cold in front of the Luo brothers.

Zhou Yishan had seen it from the beginning to the end. Luo Wencheng’s eyes when he looked down at Luo Wenjun were really haunting. He was taken aback when he saw this gaze. That was not the look ordinary people could have.

Lu Chong had long stopped smiling. He opened the documents on the table and flipped through them as he listened. He suddenly remembered the first time he had seen this child, and the cold, hard and determined way he had looked at him in the bar.

Then he remembered that Luo Wenchnge had stayed up late last night studying his manners.

Just to be able to behave decently today.

What a strong sense of self-esteem.

He was obviously soft and sweet, coquettish to strangers when he was dying, but he insisted on packaging himself as indestructible.

Lu Chong’s gaze softened slightly. He looked at the document, signed his name on it and said, “When you had no standing around me yet, it was rumoured that you were the reincarnation of Rakshasa.”

Zhou Yishan was taken aback.

It took him a while to understand that this was defending Luo Wencheng in disguise.

Not only did people have more than one side; even two completely opposing sides could appear in the same person, and this was something that Zhou Yishan naturally understood.

But such a definite stance still surprised Zhou Yishan a little.

“So you came here all the way specially for him?” Lu Chong asked.

Zhou Yishan said weakly: “We have heard that there is a kid next to you. We were worried that he had a wrong origin and bad intentions… You came to Haining and there were only two people here, Fat Liu and Lao Ding. I was going to investigate the hidden dangers and arrange the protection forces.”

“The people under these two have done a good job.”

Lu Chong raised his head and looked at his second-in-command. For so many years, these people risked their lives to protect and support him. They had experienced so many ups and downs together. Lu Chong was not as cold-blooded and ruthless as the legend had it. He was actually very lenient to these people who had followed him from early on. That was why Zhou Yishan dared to say that he was concerned Lu Chong had someone he didn’t know well by his side, and rushed all the way to investigate and confirm in person, without worrying about offending his master.

Lu Chong was really not angry. He said, “Since everything is okay, go back. I’m fine here.”

Zhou Yishan was a little uneasy, hesitated for a while, and couldn’t help but say: “Sir, everything in the capital has been arranged before coming here and the brothers have taken their places. Are you going to stay in Haining and not go back, leaving us?”

Lu Chong was silent, looking quietly somewhere. When Zhou Yishan saw him like this, he knew that Lu Chong was again caught up in some mysterious thoughts that no one could disturb.

A group of them sometimes dare to make jokes in front of their master, but no matter how big or small, they all actually had a good sense of measure.

Zhou Yishan knew that it was time for him to withdraw, so he left the study quietly, gently closing the door behind him.

“Meow.” A fat big cat with a black and yellow back got out from under the sofa, came to Lu Chong’s side swaying her buttocks and tugged at his trouser leg.

Lu Chong bent over and put the cat on his lap. The cat yawned lazily, licked her front paws and narrowed her eyes.

Lu Chong stroked her back: “Not in the best of spirits today? Sleep well. Wait a little longer, stay with me for a while longer, okay?”