uncle...
Yan Heqing will be his uncle in the future...
Lu Muchi went berserk, pounding the steering wheel with both hands and screaming in a low voice. The onlookers were terrified and quickly backed away. Just then, the traffic police arrived and shouted at him to get out of the car, "Get out!"
Ignoring him, Lu Muchi pounded the steering wheel in a fit of rage, breaking off a piece. His hand grazed the wound, and blood gushed out instantly. He continued to furiously pound the steering wheel. Seeing this, the traffic police quickly called for their colleagues, and the three of them worked together to drag Lu Muchi out of the car.
"Don't you fucking touch me!" Lu Muchi roared, about to make a move, but then glanced at the third floor.
It was hard to see clearly; I could only make out two shadows standing by the window.
Lu Muchi knew who it was, and instantly lost all strength. He closed his eyes, suppressed the rising tide of emotion, and let the traffic police drive him to the side to test his blood alcohol concentration.
280ml!
One of the onlookers sighed.
Lu Lin lowered the curtains.
A short while later, Lu Muchi was taken away by the traffic police, and the area downstairs returned to quiet.
Yan Heqing's hair was almost dry. Lu Lin removed the towel, ruffled his hair (it was no longer curly), and tossed the towel onto the sofa armrest. "Sleep now?"
Yan Heqing just stared at him for a while, then nodded, "Okay."
While the two were resting, the lights in the Lu residence remained on all night.
After making the phone call, Lu Changcheng didn't want to sleep and waited for Lu Muchi in the living room until dawn, but Lu Han returned alone.
"Where is he?" Lu Changcheng was extremely anxious.
"He went too far this time. Even if it's just for show, he should at least be detained for five days." Lu Han looked haggard. There was something he didn't say: Lu Muchi strangely, but when he asked, Lu Muchi refused to say a word. He had been working all night without rest, and Lu Han blamed it all on Lu Lin. He hesitated, then continued, "I heard something else—"
He didn't finish his sentence, and Lu Changcheng urged, "What?"
Lu Han then said, "I heard it was A-Lin who contacted the traffic police." He coughed a few times, "I've said it before, A-Lin has no feelings for this family, for us. Yes, Xiao Chi made a mistake, we should just educate him, why make such a scene? A few days of detention is fine, but if this gets out, the Lu Family will become a laughing stock."
After Lu Han finished speaking, Lu Changcheng's hands trembled, and he immediately called Lu Lin.
At that time, Lu Lin and Yan Heqing were having breakfast when Lu Lin answered the phone. Yan Heqing could even hear Lu Changcheng's cursing.
" Lu Lin, just say you want me dead. But even if I die, my inheritance won't fall into your hands!"
Lu Lin placed a pan-fried bun on Yan Heqing's plate. This was his first time making pan-fried buns, and they looked just as good as those in the shops. "Have another one."
After saying that, he replied to Lu Changcheng, "I don't understand what you mean."
Lu Changcheng, with his sharp ears, asked, "Who are you talking to?"
"Fiancé."
After a series of mishaps, Lu Changcheng felt a sudden wave of dizziness and asked incredulously, "Whose fiancé?"
"I..." Lu Lin picked up a pan-fried dumpling for himself as well, "I was just about to inform you that we're getting married next month. You don't need to rush to see him; he'll attend the banquet at the end of the month."
"I absolutely cannot agree!" Lu Changcheng roared. "And I will not allow him to attend the Lu Family banquet!"
I'm informing you, not asking for your opinion.
Lu Changcheng was too angry to ask Lu Muchi any more questions and hung up the phone immediately.
Lu Lin didn't care. He put down his phone, felt Yan Heqing's gaze, but didn't look up. Dipping his finger in the vinegar sauce, he asked, "Feeling sorry for me?"
Yan Heqing knew that Lu Lin and Lu Changcheng were estranged, but this was the first time he had heard Lu Changcheng speak ill of Lu Lin. He looked at Lu Lin and said, "Hmm."
He frankly admitted that Lu Lin was stuck.
It wasn't that Lu Lin cared about Lu Changcheng; he had long been used to it over the years. Because he took his mother's surname, Lu Changcheng had always been distant and wary of him.
His maternal grandfather had just passed away, and Lu Changcheng couldn't wait to have him "recognize his ancestors and return to his roots."
After being refused, Lu Changcheng said on the spot, "I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place."
He's long been immune to similar statements.
He was happy that Yan Heqing felt sorry for him, and that Yan Heqing was gradually opening her heart to him after choosing to confront him.
Lu Lin's lips curled into a smile. He put down his chopsticks and told Yan Heqing some new information, " Cheng Jian's people are here, downstairs."
The report he received half an hour earlier was from two men in their early thirties.
Cheng Jian started eating faster than Yan Heqing had anticipated. He put down his chopsticks and said to Lu Lin, "I'm going out for a bit to visit the family that's adopting me."
At nine o'clock sharp, Yan Heqing left home.
He went downstairs without driving, and bought a pack of small bread rolls at the supermarket at the entrance of the community.
An old brand, now rarely seen.
The first time Zhao Huilin picked him up, the welcome gift she prepared for him was a pack of small breads from this brand.
Chapter 121
When checking out, Yan Heqing took out his phone, opened the front camera, and took a picture with a slight angle. Then, he paid the bill as if nothing had happened, picked up the bread, and walked out of the supermarket.
He didn't take the subway; instead, he waited for the bus at the entrance of Beijing University.
He knew this bus very well; he used to take it frequently last year. It was a 20-stop ride, and from there, it was a 25-minute walk to his former "home."
It was a holiday, and the route wasn't popular, so there were plenty of seats on the bus. Yan Heqing was the first to board and went straight to the last row to sit down.
He looked ahead, and just as the car door was about to close, an ordinary-looking man got on.
He was wearing a gray polo shirt and looked to be in his early thirties.
He glanced in Yan Heqing's direction first, then swiped the code to pay, walked to the area where he got off the bus, and held onto the handrail with one hand, pretending to look at his phone.
Yan Heqing was also looking at his phone.
He was looking at the photos he had taken. Outside the supermarket, there were two people standing in front of a trash can. One was the man in the gray polo shirt, and the other was wearing a short-sleeved denim shirt.
Yan Heqing put his phone back in his pocket, opened the window, and looked out.
The weather was crisp and clear, the sky a pure blue – a rare treat.
He watched for a while, then his pocket twitched. He pulled out his phone and saw a WeChat from Lu Lin.