Part 2
Feng Chengyu didn’t catch his sarcasm and said sheepishly, “No need for thanks, no need for thanks. We’re close, aren’t we? Even though I’m tight with Qin Zhuoyu, I’m definitely on your side.”
Lu Xunye stopped talking.
As time passed.
Lu Feng publicly introduced Lu Xunye’s name, announcing to all the guests that he was the young master the Lu family had brought back.
It seemed Lu Xunye had truly become the indisputable heir to the Lu Corporation.
Someone started chanting for Lu Xunye to go up on stage and say a few words. Lu Feng didn’t stop them, and even patted Lu Xunye’s shoulder as he stepped down. “Go ahead.”
“Okay.”
Lu Xunye responded in a low voice. He took a glass of wine, but just as his leather shoe touched the first step, the System’s urgent voice suddenly rang in his mind.
[Don’t go up! The chandelier has been tampered with!]
Lu Xunye instinctively looked up at the massive French crystal chandelier hanging from the concave ceiling about seven or eight meters high.
If it fell… whoever was on stage would either be killed or severely injured.
He hesitated for only a second before firmly stepping onto the stairs. He stood at the high point, looking down at the crowd, taking in everyone’s expressions.
The crystal light spilled over him, creating an aura of untouchable elegance. The noisy room fell silent; one could hear a pin drop.
Lu Xunye cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and said, “First, I would like to thank everyone for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend this banquet. It is my honor—”
As he spoke, he caught sight of a few suspicious, fleeting dark shadows outside the banquet hall doors out of the corner of his eye. He then lowered his gaze to observe Lu Feng’s expression.
Lu Feng lacked his usual calm control. Instead, he looked tense, with an irrepressible excitement in his eyes. He glanced around in small movements as if searching for something. Lu Xunye frowned.
Just as he was about to say the final sentence of his speech, even without the System’s reminder, Lu Xunye heard a faint, barely audible crack from above.
Lu Xunye’s breathing hitched. His foot was just about to pull back, but the chandelier above snapped much faster than anticipated, plunging straight down.
Screams erupted from the crowd, loud enough to burst eardrums.
Lu Xunye could have completely dodged it. However, after taking that first step back, his eyes were stung by the sight before him. His brain suddenly buzzed, his blood ran cold, and he stood dazed as a middle-aged man—running against the fleeing crowd—rushed up and tackled him to the ground.
The man was the eccentric person Lu Xunye had met during his first visit to Jiang Qingran’s grave.
At the same time, the sound of the crystal chandelier shattering exploded in his ears. The metal frame slammed into the floor with a heavy, earth-shaking thud.
The fear and worry on that man’s face were things Lu Xunye had never seen in his life. Was it… for him?
The back of Lu Xunye’s head hit the floor hard, and he let out a muffled groan. Someone was shielding him tightly from above.
Feeling a warmth on his face, he reached up, only to see his hand covered in blood.
The System stammered: [The System cannot forcibly interfere with the behavior of people in the book. I’ve used my authority to call 120, but the outside of the Lu villa is swarming with bodyguards…]
It didn’t state it clearly, but Lu Xunye already understood its meaning. His throat tightened, and his lips trembled, unable to make a sound.
The middle-aged man opened his blood-clouded eyes. After confirming Lu Xunye was unhurt, he used every ounce of his strength to say, “Don’t be afraid,” before losing consciousness completely. His propped-up body collapsed back onto Lu Xunye.
Everything happened too suddenly, catching everyone off guard and unprepared.
Lu Xunye held the man helplessly, his seeking gaze colliding with Lu Feng’s indifferent expression.
Someone tried to call 120, but the signal was cut, and the call wouldn’t go through. After glancing at the host’s face, they immediately understood and stopped trying to help.
Lu Feng didn’t look at him. Instead, he stared silently at the man in Lu Xunye’s arms, his eyes filled with a hatred that was almost overflowing. Startled, Lu Xunye turned his back to block the man from his sight.
Everyone went silent. Only Feng Chengyu was panting as he vainly tried to drag the massive chandelier frame off the high stage. Not a single servant in the Lu household helped him.
Clang—
Feng Chengyu couldn’t move it. He kicked over the expensive potted plants on both sides of the stage and vaulted up.
Seeing the blood on Lu Xunye’s face, he felt a wave of lingering fear. “Can you stand up?”
Lu Xunye’s eyes were hollow; he didn’t answer. He scooped up the bleeding middle-aged man and stood. His ankle throbbed with pain, but he had never felt more clear-headed.
“Move.”
Lu Xunye’s gaze was terrifyingly cold, fixed without emotion on the Lu family servants blocking his path.
The other party stared back fearlessly. “Lu-shaoye, you cannot take him away.”
A dozen or so burly bodyguards holding batons surrounded him.
Lu Xunye’s gaze swept over them casually before landing back on the person in front. He lunged forward with a kick, roaring, “I said, get the f*ck out of the way! Do you not understand!”
He kicked one person down, but just as he took a step, his back was struck violently. Someone attacked the back of his knees, and he fell to one knee.
Lu Feng’s chilling voice came from behind. “Do not make me angry.”
Lu Xunye scoffed. “Can’t do that!”
He used his agonizingly painful, trembling legs to stand again, only to be beaten down once more. He held the man in his arms even tighter.
The blood flowing from the man’s wound ran over the back of Lu Xunye’s hand, burning his skin and his thoughts.
As he stood up yet again, his eyes fixed on the door. Just when he thought he was powerless and that no one would be willing to risk offending the Lu family to help him—
Suddenly, a clear voice broke through the suffocating, oppressive atmosphere, making Lu Xunye’s pupils shrink.
“I am the only son and sole heir of the Feng family. If I die here, my father won’t let anyone in this room—including the Lu family—get away with it!”
Ignoring the gasps of others, Feng Chengyu tightly gripped a crystal shard he had picked up from the floor. His delicate palm was now a bloody mess, and the sleeve of his snow-white suit was stained red.
He walked step by step toward Lu Feng, his gaze firm as he met the other man’s highly pressured eyes.
“Lu-bo-bo, I didn’t want to do this. If you want to blame someone, I will bear it myself.”
“Now,” he paused, the shard already piercing the skin on the side of his neck. “Let them go!”
Lu Feng’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Xiao Feng has grown up; he has his own ideas now. Of course, Bo-bo will give you this face.”
“Chairman, we finally found—” a subordinate tried to advise.
Lu Feng slowly turned his head, looking gloomily at the person speaking. “I don’t want to say it a second time.”
Even as Lu Feng spoke, Feng Chengyu didn’t dare drop the shard. He kept it pressed against his neck as he ran to Lu Xunye, grabbing his arm with his other hand.
He cursed with a laugh, “You idiot, what are you standing there for? Let’s go! Do you want me to bleed out in a bit?”
Cold wind rushed into his collar. Lu Xunye looked at the young man in front of him, whose hair was being blown by the wind, and whispered, “Thank you.”
The two of them ran through the night, out of the villa.
After confirming no one was chasing them, Feng Chengyu waved toward a luxury car on the side of the road.
The car immediately turned around, performing a beautiful drift to stop between them.
Without wasting words, Feng Chengyu opened the back door and let Lu Xunye carry the injured man inside.
He then hopped into the passenger seat. “To the hospital, fast!”
Pei Huaizhi’s expression was dark. “You’re injured.”
“It’s a minor injury.” Feng Chengyu physically turned Pei Huaizhi’s face to look at the road. “Drive! We won’t be able to leave in a minute.”
Only then did Pei Huaizhi see the situation in the rearview mirror and sped toward the hospital.
“Thank you.” Lu Xunye’s voice echoed in the silent air.
As expected, Pei Huaizhi ignored him.
A moment later.
“No need.”
————
They had notified the hospital in advance.
So the moment they stepped out of the car, medical staff were there to meet them. The man was pushed straight into the emergency surgery room without any delays.
Lu Xunye’s tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and his body lost strength. Pei Huaizhi caught him and, with a look of disgust, shoved him onto a row of seats.
Pei Huaizhi pulled Feng Chengyu away, saying sternly, “Come with me to treat your wound.”
As Feng Chengyu walked, he looked back and said to Lu Xunye, “It’s fine, don’t worry. We’ll be right back.”
Pei Huaizhi was angry. “Does he need you to worry about him? Stop talking. Does your hand not hurt?”
Translator’s Note:
- -shaoye (少爷): Literally “Young Master.” Used to refer to the son of a wealthy or powerful family.
- -shushu (叔叔): Literally “Uncle.” A polite way for a younger person to address an older man of their father’s generation.
- -zong (总): A title for a high-ranking executive or company president (e.g., President Ji).
- Wenzhou (问舟): This is Lu Xunye’s pen name as a web novel author.
- 120: The emergency telephone number for medical services in China (equivalent to 911 or 999).
- -bo-bo (伯伯): An affectionate yet respectful term for an older man, specifically one older than one’s father.
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