Chapter 64
What’s wrong?
The answer was obvious.
Lu Heng didn’t speak. An Le nervously held his arm, also falling silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Heng finally spoke. “I should have known. After all, there aren’t many normal people in the Gu family.”
The Gu family doesn’t have normal people?
An Le didn’t understand what Lu Heng meant and curiously asked, “Mr., what do you mean?”
“It means Gu Chen is a madman.”
Lu Heng held An Le, smiling. “Gu Qian, the man your friend likes, he’s also a madman. If your friend really provokes him, I estimate the consequences will be disastrous, the kind even I can’t handle.”
An Le: !!!
“And my mother was the same.”
It was just that his mother’s madness was apparent; her destructive power wasn’t significant. Even if she did things that harmed others without benefiting herself, it wouldn’t get her into trouble with the law.
But Gu Chen was different.
His madness was hidden within.
An Le: “Your mother…”
Lu Heng held An Le’s hand, hesitating before saying, “She hated me.”
After saying this, he pulled An Le’s hand to his forehead, gently stroking the scar, whispering, “She cut me, with a knife.”
He was only twelve years old then. If Lu Chuan hadn’t returned in time, he might not be here today. He would have died at his mother’s hands.
“Why?!”
Hearing Lu Heng’s story, An Le became very agitated, anxiously sitting up, not understanding. “Why did she do that? You’re her child! How can a mother not love her child? How can a mother want her child to die?”
An Le’s eyes were full of tears; he was heartbroken.
His speech had improved recently; his stuttering was already recovering, and now it was further stimulated, allowing him to speak in complete sentences.
“Why did she do this to you?”
Seeing An Le’s anxious expression, Lu Heng smiled. He sat up, pulled An Le into his arms, and lay back down before saying, “Don’t cry. It’s just a small scar.”
“How can it be a small scar?”
An Le lay in Lu Heng’s arms, tears streaming down his face. “It’s such a big scar, how can it be a small scar?”
Lu Heng: “Of course it’s a small scar. Because if you’re cut by a knife, even if the wound is deep, it won’t leave such a big scar. The rest was done by me, I widened it myself.”
The first reaction of a twelve-year-old child after being cut on the head by his own mother wasn’t to cry. After Lu Chuan restrained his mother, he reached out and widened the wound.
It wasn’t to frame her; he just wanted to leave the scar. He wanted to always remember that his mother had never wanted him.
In the following years, he never considered getting the scar removed because he wanted to see when his good mother would feel guilty upon seeing this scar.
But he was disappointed.
Thirteen years had passed, and his mother still hated him intensely.
Heartbreak, guilt?
It was probably impossible in this lifetime.
“Why?”
An Le didn’t understand. Why would he widen his own wound? Didn’t it hurt?
He had always thought Lu Heng’s scar looked fierce, making Lu Heng appear unfriendly at first glance.
After getting to know Lu Heng, he learned not to judge people’s character by their appearance.
He had thought about how Lu Heng got his scar: being kidnapped, getting into a fight with friends or classmates, getting into a car accident, or having an accident somewhere else.
But he never thought that this scar was from his mother cutting him with a knife.
An Le couldn’t imagine how Lu Heng had endured that back then.
Lu Heng: “There’s no why; I just wanted to do it.”
An Le didn’t speak again, pouting and crying for a while before asking, “Did it hurt?”
“It didn’t hurt.”
Lu Heng: “I didn’t really feel any pain at the time. If Lu Chuan hadn’t sent me to the hospital, I probably would have just lain in bed and slept the night away.”
An Le didn’t speak anymore. He felt he couldn’t speak, and he also remembered what Gu Chen had said at the resort today: that Lu Heng couldn’t eat salty food because of his mother.
Although he hadn’t finished his sentence, An Le seemed to have guessed.
He hesitated and asked, “Then Mr. can’t eat salty food because of your mother?”
“Mmm.”
Lu Heng nodded. “Before she cut me with a knife, she would still pretend. She would make dinner for me every day.”
“But those dinners were initially normal. Later, the taste became increasingly strange, the food was exceptionally salty, increasingly salty, until one time I saw her put an entire bag of salt into the dish.”
“I refused to eat the food she made.”
“She thought I was ungrateful and started to verbally abuse me. I was still young then; she would forcibly feed me the salty food.”
He had been sent to the hospital for stomach pumping three times.
But Lu Chuan didn’t take him away from his mother because Lu Chuan originally wanted to use him to punish his mother.
Even though he was abused by his own mother.
It wasn’t until his mother cut him with a knife that Lu Chuan realized the severity of the situation and finally took him away.
“She was too much.”
An Le hugged Lu Heng and whispered, “Don’t think about her anymore; she doesn’t deserve to be your mother.”
Having an omega is good.
Lu Heng laughed happily. “I know; I haven’t thought about her for a long time.”
Why would he think about that woman?
Think about her abusing him, think about her cutting him with a knife?
Impossible, he wasn’t that stupid.
An Le hummed sadly, suddenly feeling a little luckier than Lu Heng. Although An Qiang was also very excessive towards him, he at least hadn’t tried to kill him.
If An Qiang wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t have Lu Heng’s ability to survive; he would have really died.
He hugged Lu Heng and said in a tearful voice, “From now on, my mother is your mother. My mother is so good, beautiful and gentle, and she loves me very much.”
Even though his mother had been dead for so many years, he would never forget her appearance.
Lu Heng laughed. “There’s no need to say that; you’re married to me; should I still call your mother ‘aunt’?”
An Le had forgotten.
He shyly pursed his lips and whispered, “Later, I’ll paint Mom for you.”
Lu Heng: “Okay.”
The room was dark; Lu Heng was smiling. It felt like something had brushed against the corner of his eye; it itched a little, but he could bear it.
He hugged An Le and gently patted his back. “What Gu Chen said is unreliable. From now on, don’t believe a single word he says.”
An Le nodded, hesitating before asking, “If it really was him, why didn’t he… why didn’t he…”
Lu Heng shook his head. “I think he did this because he felt you were wary of him and wanted to gain your favor through other means.”
“Favor?”
An Le hesitated, telling Lu Heng about Gu Chen giving him his business card today, using the pretext of telling him about Lu Heng’s past, and asking him to secretly find Gu Chen.
He got up, found the clothes he wore today in the dirty clothes basket, took out a business card from his pocket, and showed it to Lu Heng.
Lu Heng said, “This is his private number.”
Lu Heng had already guessed that Gu Chen wanted to use something to lower An Le’s guard and increase his favorability.
But he didn’t expect his uncle to be so excessive, using him to gain his wife’s favor and then cuckolding him.
An Le nodded, but there was one thing he didn’t understand.
Since he could remember, the first time he saw Gu Chen was when Lu Heng took him out to eat.
So why did Gu Chen choose him so many years ago?
“But Mr.”
An Le frowned and said helplessly, “Before I met you, I had never met him. Why… why would he choose me?”
“And… and it was several years ago.”
He didn’t know the exact time; he only found out when he was almost an adult, but he could feel that Gu Chen had chosen him earlier than that.
But Lu Heng couldn’t figure this out either.
He had originally planned to throw away Gu Chen’s business card, but now, Lu Heng suddenly changed his mind and whispered, “I can’t figure out his intentions, but you can add him as a friend, use my past to find him, and extract information from him.”
Extract information from Gu Chen?
An Le hesitated, pouting slightly, gently shaking his head. “But Mr., I don’t know how to extract information.”
Since he was a child, besides chatting with Xiao Xiao the most, he had the most interactions with Lu Heng.
How could he extract information when he hadn’t even mastered speaking properly?
Lu Heng hesitated for a second and whispered, “Let’s do this. You add him as a friend, and I’ll chat with him; you can watch from the side.”
An Le nodded: “Okay.”
This was a good idea.
An Le immediately took his phone to add Gu Chen.
But Lu Heng held his wrist. “Not now. It’s late at night now. If you add him now, he’s so sensitive, he’ll definitely notice something’s wrong.”
It was impossible for An Le to sleep separately from Lu Heng. Adding Gu Chen while Lu Heng was there; Gu Chen wouldn’t fail to notice it was intentional.
“Tomorrow at noon.”
Lu Heng frowned. “Tomorrow at noon, we’ll have a video call on the computer. You use your phone to chat with him, and I’ll guide you.”
“Okay.”
An Le nodded again. He thought Lu Heng was so amazing; he could always think of perfect solutions to any problem.
He lay in Lu Heng’s arms and secretly thought to himself: Mr. is so good; his mother didn’t like him; it was his mother’s loss.
The next morning, Lu Heng kissed An Le on the forehead and went to work.
An Le stayed in bed for a while longer, getting up past ten o’clock, taking the business card and groggily adding Gu Chen on the chat app.
As soon as he sent the friend request, Gu Chen accepted it.
An Le hadn’t expected it to be so fast, and he was a little stunned.
But after reacting, he immediately sent a message to Lu Heng, then ran to the computer and started a video call with Lu Heng.
An Le hadn’t washed his face yet, his hair was messy, and his gaze was somewhat hazy as he sat in front of the computer, whispering, “Mr., he accepted.”
Lu Heng had just finished a meeting and was resting in his office. Seeing An Le’s appearance, he felt reluctant to let An Le point the camera at his phone screen.
Finally, he chose the most troublesome method. He said, “First ask him about me; whatever he replies, read it to me one by one.”
An Le was even more confused. He adjusted the camera, directly pointing it at the phone screen and whispering, “Wouldn’t this work? Why are you being so silly today, Mr.?”
Lu Heng: …
After saying that, An Le, still sleepy, puffed out his cheeks and sent a message to Gu Chen: “Uncle, good morning…”