Lu Lin didn't keep him in suspense. "I have to go back to Twenty Bridges on business. Want to come and have some fun for a few days?"
If it were anywhere else, Yan Heqing wouldn't want to join the crowds during the holiday. He'd rather stay home reading and earning some extra money. The May Day holiday is usually when he has the most homework. But Twenty Bridges, the place where his parents once lived, inevitably tempted him.
Without hesitation, I agreed, "Okay."
After dinner, Lu Lin showed no sign of leaving. He borrowed Yan Heqing's laptop to work on a document, saying, "Go to sleep if you're tired. I'll leave after I'm done."
Yan Heqing wasn't sleepy; his schedule was well-arranged. But whether it was Lu Lin's words that had an effect, or whether he was simply overworked lately, he did feel sleepy after taking a shower and reading for a while.
He closed the book and looked at Lu Lin.
Lu Lin focused intently on browsing the documents. He didn't use a mouse or keyboard, but rather a touchscreen, and didn't make a sound.
Yan Heqing didn't make a sound and quietly lay down in bed.
After Lu Lin finished processing the documents, he shut down his computer an hour later and turned to look at Yan Heqing, Yan Heqing was already asleep.
He was curled up in a hunched position, a sleeping posture that showed extreme insecurity.
Lu Lin raised his hand to check the time; it was 10 o'clock in ten minutes. He got up and quietly walked to the bedside.
The desk lamp was on, its orange light falling on half of Yan Heqing's face. Compared to before, his brows weren't furrowed as much. Yan Heqing would unconsciously bury his face in the blankets while sleeping, making it difficult for him to breathe. Lu Lin bent down, gently pulled the blankets down, and tucked them under his chin before turning off the lamp.
After changing his shoes and putting on his clothes in the entryway, Lu Lin turned off the room light and left silently.
The moment the door closed, Yan Heqing opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep, but he woke up again when Lu Lin came over.
The room had just fallen into darkness, and his vision was not very clear; he could only stare blankly at a certain point in the darkness.
After a moment, Yan Heqing turned over and wrapped the blanket tightly around himself on the other side.
This time, however, the blanket wasn't pulled up to her nose; it was tucked securely into the crook of her neck.
*
After leaving Yan Heqing's residence, Lu Lin neither went home nor back to the company. Instead, he drove to the most extravagant and decadent street in the capital.
On the way, I called Lu Muchi, "Get to the 21st floor of Journey Home Club."
Journey Home Club is the most exclusive club in the capital, with most members having assets starting at hundreds of millions. It is located in a 30-story building and has everything a clubhouse can offer.
Lu Lin was recruited into the club by Chu Ziyu. Compared to other clubs focused on eating, drinking, and having fun, Journey Home was mainly about adventure and sports, which was why Lu Lin was willing to join.
After parking the car, Lu Lin took the elevator to the 21st floor.
The 21st floor is a boxing gym.
In the locker room, Lu Lin loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, and only tied his wrist straps; he didn't touch any of his other gear.
A short while later, there was a noise outside; Lu Muchi arrived.
Lu Muchi full of questions, not knowing why Lu Lin had suddenly summoned him to the club, but since Lu Lin had called him, he dared not refuse.
The locker room door opened, Lu Muchi saw Lu Lin in the distance. He quickly ran forward, completely abandoning his usual young master demeanor, and became obedient and respectful, "Uncle, I'm here."
Lu Lin didn't look at him. "Let's have a fight."
Lu Muchi stunned. His uncle wanted to have a free-fighting match with him?!
Young masters from wealthy families like him usually learn some self-defense skills from a young age. In this matter, Lu Changcheng gave Lu Muchi a choice for the first time: boxing, Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), or free fighting. Lu Muchi chose free fighting without hesitation.
The reason is simple: Lu Lin studied freestyle fighting.
Upon hearing that Lu Lin wanted to fight him, Lu Muchi's blood boiled.
He's been waiting for this moment for 15 years!
He strode towards the locker room, "Uncle, wait a moment, I'll be right back."
Lu Lin walked onto the arena without saying a word.
When Lu Muchi returned after changing his gear, his excited face turned sour when he saw that Lu Lin only had his hands strapped together.
Let him?
This was naturally out of concern from his elders, but Lu Muchi had a strong sense of self-esteem, especially since he subconsciously regarded Lu Lin as a rival, and being looked down upon made him very uncomfortable.
Grandpa didn't mention it, but he knew best that in Grandpa's eyes Lu Lin was the most outstanding, not to mention his father. Every time Lu Lin was mentioned, he had an envious, jealous, and hateful look, but he tried his best to pretend to be sour.
And Lin Fengzhi.
He was indifferent to Lin Fengzhi, but that didn't mean he didn't care that Lin Fengzhi liked Lu Lin.
This was a blatant humiliation for him, and he always wanted to find a chance to beat Lu Lin.
"Uncle..." Lu Muchi, "Don't make me..."
Lu Lin's eyes darkened. "I didn't tell you to wear any gear."
Lu Muchi was speechless, then a surge of excitement rose within him; fighting without equipment would feel even more realistic!
He readily took off his helmet and leg guards, and solemnly said, "Uncle, let me make this clear first: this competition is a battlefield, there's no room for family ties. I won't hold back, and you shouldn't either."
Lu Lin did not reply.
After Lu Muchi removed all his equipment, leaving only his wrist straps, the two bowed to each other, and the match began.
Knowing Lu Lin's prowess, Lu Muchi seized the opportunity to throw a punch at Lu Lin's chin, trying to gain the upper hand.
Lu Lin remained unmoved, and when Lu Muchi's fist came, he caught it steadily.
Lu Muchi secretly surprised. He was strong enough to beat anyone his age, so how could his uncle Songsong...?
Before he could think any further, Lu Lin grabbed his hands, twisted them behind his back, turned him around, raised his knee, and pressed him down heavily onto the table.
Lu Muchi felt his hand bones and spine were cracked. His face was pressed tightly against the table, and cold sweat instantly streamed down his forehead like a stream of water.
He couldn't control it; it hurt too much.
Lu Muchi felt humiliated to be defeated by Lu Lin in the opening move. He gritted his teeth and tried to break free, but Lu Lin seemed to have been broken free by his strength. Lu Muchi was overjoyed and was about to retaliate when he suddenly punched Lu Lin in the lips.
A barrage of fists rained down.
The pain was indescribable, and the pungent, nauseating smell of blood was overwhelming.
Lu Muchi's mouth was torn open, and blood kept flowing from the wound. His eyes were blurry, whether from cold sweat or blood.
His chest heaved violently, and he let out a low growl like a trapped beast, trying to wrap his legs around Lu Lin's neck and twist him upside down.