Chapter 74
An Le’s question made Lu Heng freeze, instantly understanding that An Le had overheard their conversation.
Lu Heng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, “But after meeting Le Le, life is sweet.”
An Le was his medicine, capable of treating his heat, and An Le was his lover, filling the void in his heart. Afterwards, he was like a little angel, holding a warm light, constantly shining around him.
An Le didn’t speak; they silently hugged each other.
Until Lu Heng opened his eyes, gently supporting An Le’s shoulders to pull him from his embrace, softly asking, “Before I came back, did he make things difficult for you?”
“Not really.”
An Le shook his head: “I went to find you, but I didn’t find you. When I came back, I saw him.”
“He said I was impolite.”
Lu Chuan had intended to bully him, but Lu Heng had returned before he could.
So, although he was scared, he hadn’t been bullied. But he still wanted to complain, whispering, “He said, he said he would teach me a lesson, and then you came back.”
Lu Heng stroked An Le’s head, roughly understanding, then asking, “Why didn’t you call me when you looked for me? And you didn’t come to my place. Did you not know where I was?”
“Mm.”
An Le nodded obediently: “I didn’t find you.”
“What did you want to find me for?”
Lu Heng knew that An Le was generally well-behaved and wouldn’t easily come looking for him, especially during his meetings. If he came looking for him, it must be for something.
An Le remembered and took out his phone to show Lu Heng.
“Gu Chen said something I didn’t quite understand.”
An Le unlocked his phone, scrolled back to the very first message of their conversation today, and showed Lu Heng.
Gu Chen never chatted much with An Le, and Lu Heng quickly finished reading.
But after reading, Lu Heng frowned.
He had always felt something was wrong, with many points of doubt, and now he finally understood.
But he understood, yet didn’t know how to tell An Le.
After all, this matter…
“Mr. Lu?”
Seeing Lu Heng suddenly lost in thought and silent, An Le curiously waved his hand in front of Lu Heng’s eyes, softly asking, “Mr. Lu, what’s wrong?”
Lu Heng shook his head: “Nothing.”
He returned the phone to An Le, gritting his teeth, “I might know why he’s been so fixated on you.”
An Le was very curious: “Why?”
He had been investigating for so long without any leads. Now, just from this short conversation, he could figure it out. Lu Heng was amazing.
An Le’s eyes were full of admiration. Lu Heng was pleased, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curving upwards.
“It’s related to your mother.”
Lu Heng said, “The Latin dance is a courtship dance. He liked your mother, he wanted your mother to…”
Hearing this, An Le was stunned for a moment, then instantly understood.
No wonder, he had thought that he and Gu Chen had never had any interaction. Why would Gu Chen be interested in him? It was because of his mother.
And Gu Chen had pretended to be a good person for so long, only suddenly revealing the matter of monitoring his phone because of a painting.
Even with an excuse, it was clumsy and not at all his usual style.
It was also because of his mother.
An Le’s eyes reddened, his nose sour: “So, he bullied my mother.”
Lu Heng wasn’t sure, and didn’t speak.
But An Le thought a lot, tears falling one after another, and asked, “Judging from him trying to find me, he liked Mom. An Qiang couldn’t possibly not know, so why is he still so friendly with him?”
Lu Heng frowned: “It’s possible they’re in cahoots.”
These words made An Le even more heartbroken. He had always thought that An Qiang was just deceiving his mother. Now it seemed like it was not just deception, but something even more terrifying.
An Le: “Then, is Mom’s death also related to Gu Chen?”
Lu Heng nodded without speaking.
An Le didn’t speak either, tears flowing continuously.
Lu Heng hugged him tightly, whispering, “Don’t be sad; they won’t have a good ending.”
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Lu Heng’s eyes. He had already sent people to find evidence of An Qiang deceiving Zhou Xiao into a marriage and using Zhou family’s money to fill his holes. Some evidence had already been collected.
He also had people following the clues, investigating Zhou Xiao’s cause of death and An Qiang’s continuous lovers and children after his marriage.
An Qiang definitely wouldn’t have a good ending, and neither would Gu Chen.
Moreover, there were some clues about Xiao Xiao’s situation, but there had been too many upsetting things recently, so Lu Heng planned to put Xiao Xiao’s matter aside for now and tell An Le later.
After returning home,
An Le watched videos of Latin dances on Baidu and started painting.
But none of the paintings had faces; he didn’t want Gu Chen to use his mother’s painting for his own fantasies. His mother would never have danced a courtship dance for Gu Chen.
Painting this was only to get Gu Chen to reveal more.
He painted for several days, creating three pictures.
But when he sent them to Gu Chen, Gu Chen seemed dissatisfied and immediately replied: Le Le, without faces, they’re not up to par.
An Le: But, Uncle didn’t say that I had to paint faces. Besides, I painted too fast, and painting faces would make them not look like Mom.
Gu Chen didn’t say anything more, using face-swapping technology on his computer to put Zhou Xiao’s face onto An Le’s paintings.
An Le had painted the body based on the dancers in the videos; the body proportions were perfect, especially alluring and beautiful, matching Zhou Xiao’s face perfectly without any sense of incongruity.
Because of this, Gu Chen forgave An Le and didn’t hold it against him.
So he replied: Okay, Le Le, you’ve worked hard. What do you want to ask?
Looking at Gu Chen’s words, An Le’s heart beat rapidly. He thought for a long time but couldn’t figure out how to ask the right questions to get information.
He turned to Lu Heng and handed him the phone.
Lu Heng took it, looked at it, and typed: Uncle, were you very close to my parents?
Gu Chen: Yes, I can say I was the closest person to your parents.
An Le’s heart turned cold. This confirmed it: An Qiang knew about Gu Chen’s feelings for his mother.
So, Lu Heng asked again: Then, how did Mom die? Can you tell me?
This time Gu Chen was silent for a long time before replying.
Gu Chen: This is a bit regrettable. That time, your father took her out to play, and on the way, he was flirting with another woman. She felt that your father didn’t love her, got angry, drove herself home, and had a car accident on the way.
Gu Chen: Although there was cause and effect, it was indeed an accident.
Gu Chen: I was also at the scene that day. I regret not stopping her. If I had stopped her that day, you wouldn’t have become a child without a mother.
Looking at these words, Lu Heng had already imagined the scene. He whispered to An Le, “It’s impossible that it was because An Qiang was flirting with another woman. It’s likely that An Qiang took your mother to meet Gu Chen for a deal, your mother refused, panicked and fled, and had the accident.”
No matter how bold a man is, he wouldn’t flirt with another woman in front of his wife, unless they hate each other and want a divorce. It’s basically impossible to flirt with another woman in front of his wife.
And Lu Heng also knew about some of Gu Chen’s romantic affairs. Looking at this passage, he could guess that Gu Chen was forcing others.
Otherwise, why would Gu Chen be at the scene?
“How could they do this?”
An Le couldn’t stop his tears. It turned out that his mother had suffered just like him. When he was told to be a lover for a powerful Alpha, he had also strongly resisted and expressed his unwillingness.
But he didn’t want to recall what happened after he resisted.
Now it seemed that his mother’s experience might have been the same as his; she had been forced by An Qiang.
An Le cried. Lu Heng kept hugging him and comforting him. The last question hadn’t been asked yet.
Gu Chen proactively sent a message.
Gu Chen: Le Le, don’t be sad; that’s all in the past. You need to move forward; don’t think about it anymore. I believe your mother also wants to see you happy every day.
Gu Chen: And Le Le has one last question. I have a meeting in five minutes; hurry up, Le Le.
Lu Heng looked at the message and quickly asked, “Le Le, he said he has a meeting in five minutes, the last question, what do you want to ask?”
They couldn’t directly ask Gu Chen if he liked his mother, nor could they directly ask if An Qiang had given his mother to Gu Chen.
These things could only be inquired about indirectly.
But now they’ve asked what they wanted to ask, the only thing they want is the password to An Qiang’s secret room door.
But Gu Chen wouldn’t tell them, because An Qiang’s secrets were also Gu Chen’s secrets.
An Le wiped away his tears, took the phone, looked at Lu Heng, hesitated, and said, “Mr. Lu, I also have a question I want to ask, but I want to ask it privately, okay?”
As soon as he spoke, Lu Heng knew that An Le definitely wanted to secretly ask some questions about him, and nodded: “Okay, it’s fine if you don’t want me to know, but you need to distinguish between truth and falsehood.”
“Mm.”
An Le nodded, indicating that he understood.
So, Lu Heng got up and went out to inspect, leaving An Le alone in the office.
An Le hesitated, calming his sadness about his mother being bullied, before typing.
An Le: Then, Uncle, do you know about Mr. Lu killing his own brother?
This question seemed to be a taboo for everyone. Gu Chen hesitated for a while before answering.
Gu Chen: I know, but this matter is complicated and involves the privacy of both the Lu and Gu families, so it’s not easy to say.
An Le froze; Gu Chen wasn’t willing to tell him!
Just as he was about to accuse Gu Chen of having said one question per painting, Gu Chen sent another message.
Gu Chen: Although this matter is complicated, since Le Le wants to know, I can tell you.
Gu Chen: But it involves too much, it’s not convenient to say it on the phone. Let’s meet up sometime, and I’ll tell Le Le everything I know. How does Le Le feel about that?