Chapter 64: Young Master Lu the Rogue

Chen Qianqing was unaware that Lu Zhengfei had drugged him. So, when he realized his body was responding to Lu Zhengfei’s actions, it dealt a severe blow to him mentally.

Although the shocking news of Lu Chongqian and Huang Yuping’s deaths later diluted his initial reaction, the incident left a lingering knot in Chen Qianqing’s heart. He couldn’t figure out why, after four years, his body would so easily react to Lu Zhengfei again.

The restaurant they went to was a Chinese place. After returning from the restroom, Chen Qianqing found Lu Zhengfei and Xu Shaoren engrossed in selecting dishes.

After four years, Xu Shaoren had grown even closer to embodying the phrase refined beast. As a moderately famous psychologist in the country, he carried the word approachable perfectly on his face.

Unfortunately, Chen Qianqing wasn’t buying it. Xu Shaoren was like a dumpling: white and soft on the outside but pitch-black inside. Chen Qianqing vividly remembered the methods Xu Shaoren had used back then to get what he wanted.

Lu Zhengfei handed the menu to Chen Qianqing, signaling him to choose.

Chen Qianqing took it and casually picked two vegetable dishes.

While Chen Qianqing was observing Xu Shaoren, Xu Shaoren was also observing him. Chen Qianqing looked calm, showing none of the terror or panic that someone might feel after being brought back by Lu Zhengfei. His composed demeanor as he ordered was far removed from someone who might seem like a “captured fugitive.”

Xu Shaoren knew how bad Chen Qianqing’s mental state had been four years ago. Yet through his probing, he realized Chen Qianqing’s current state was remarkably stable—certainly not someone in need of psychological treatment.

What had happened over those four years? Xu Shaoren wisely refrained from asking and chose to feign ignorance.

For Chen Qianqing, the four years felt frozen in time. For Lu Zhengfei, however, they had been transformative, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Losing his parents in an accident and being forced to shoulder family responsibilities had matured him—it was almost inevitable.

After ordering, Chen Qianqing sat back and listened to Lu Zhengfei and Xu Shaoren chat casually.

Their conversation revolved around trivial gossip, like the scandal of a certain Miss Jin whose new lover and ex had stabbed each other out of jealousy, resulting in one’s death and the other becoming a vegetative state after being rushed to the hospital. Another story was about Sun Baiqi, who overindulged in drugs, got caught by his mother, and almost had his legs broken.

These bits of gossip were inconsequential but entertaining. Chen Qianqing guessed that Lu Zhengfei had deliberately chosen such topics to keep him from feeling bored.

Chen Qianqing quietly listened. He had vague memories of these stories from years ago, but they had faded over time. Hearing Lu Zhengfei and Xu Shaoren retell them now was amusing.

At 27 years old, with no college degree and now brought back by Lu Zhengfei, Chen Qianqing was resigned to living the life of a “canary.” For most people, the idea of depending on another man might raise concerns—worries about a lack of security, or the possibility of being discarded when youth and beauty faded. But Chen Qianqing knew Lu Zhengfei’s obsessive nature well. The idea of Lu Zhengfei letting him go was out of the question.

The Furong Eggs arrived just in time. Chen Qianqing scooped a bit and began eating slowly.

Xu Shaoren asked Lu Zhengfei if he wanted a drink, but Lu Zhengfei glanced at Chen Qianqing and shook his head.

Xu Shaoren teased, “What’s the matter, Lu Zhengfei? Are you even up for this anymore?”

Lu Zhengfei replied, “Don’t you already know if I’m up for it or not?”

Feigning shyness, Xu Shaoren said, “All I know is that you’re awfully… tight.”

Lu Zhengfei smirked. “Anything unused will be tight. Didn’t I tell you to take it easy?”

Their banter continued, sharp and playful. Perhaps because he had finally brought Chen Qianqing back, Lu Zhengfei seemed in an unusually good mood, chatting far more than usual with Xu Shaoren, shaking off his usual somber demeanor.

After dinner, the two bid farewell to Xu Shaoren and got into the car.

Lu Zhengfei instructed the driver, “Take us home.”

Four years had passed, and Chen Qianqing’s classmates had long graduated. He found himself wondering how Zhu Mao was doing, and whether the cat Lu Zhengfei had kept at his house, Zhao Hua, was still around.

Because of the accident involving Lu Chongqian and Huang Yuping, many staff members in Lu Zhengfei’s home had been replaced. However, Aunt Zhao, the housekeeper who had cared for Lu Zhengfei since he was young, was still there. When she saw Lu Zhengfei walking in with Chen Qianqing, her expression showed a hint of surprise.

Lu Zhengfei said, “From now on, you’ll live here.”

Chen Qianqing nodded, his gaze falling on a cat tree in the living room. It seemed Zhao hua was still being cared for by Lu Zhengfei, though the cat was nowhere to be seen at the moment.

Noticing Chen Qianqing’s glance, Lu Zhengfei explained, “Probably out causing trouble again. It scratches the sofa all the time—I’ve had to replace it several times over the years.” Although his words were full of complaints, his tone carried an unmistakable affection.

Chen Qianqing knew Lu Zhengfei had a soft spot for animals. He liked them too, though he’d never had the chance to keep one himself.

Lu Zhengfei kept observing Chen Qianqing’s expression. When he brought Chen Qianqing back, he had worried there would be fierce resistance. But seeing no signs of rebellion, Lu Zhengfei now felt an inexplicable unease.

“Qianqing, do you still hate me?” Lu Zhengfei asked.

Chen Qianqing glanced at him but didn’t respond. He felt he couldn’t answer that question because he wasn’t in a position to forgive.

Chen Qianqing’s silence caused Lu Zhengfei’s expression to dim further. Without pressing the matter, Lu Zhengfei simply greeted him and went to take a shower.

Chen Qianqing sat alone on the sofa for a while before turning on the TV. After a few minutes, something occurred to him. He got up and walked to the door, examining the lock. As he suspected, Lu Zhengfei still didn’t trust him—the lock had been upgraded to a fingerprint system. Without Lu Zhengfei’s permission, he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere.

This time, aside from their initial meeting, everything between them seemed calm. Yet, some things were irretrievably gone, such as Lu Zhengfei’s ability to fully trust Chen Qianqing.

As Chen Qianqing returned to the sofa, ready to sit down, Zhao hua suddenly appeared, curled up on a cushion, intently watching the television.

Aunt Zhao, who was cleaning nearby, remarked, “That cat loves watching TV. Once it’s on, she won’t budge from the sofa.”

Chen Qianqing smiled at her words, reaching out to gently pet Zhao hua.

In the past four years, the once-tiny kitten had grown into a full-grown cat. Zhao hua meowed softly, her green eyes glancing at Chen Qianqing before quickly returning to the TV.

She probably doesn’t remember me, Chen Qianqing thought, letting out a small sigh. To his surprise, he felt a tinge of sadness.

When Lu Zhengfei emerged from his shower, he was already on the phone, his tone heated. While drying his hair, he sat beside Chen Qianqing and began arguing with someone over political matters. He didn’t bother to avoid the topic, assuming Chen Qianqing wouldn’t care.

Chen Qianqing, however, picked up on some of the key points and was suddenly reminded of something he had nearly forgotten.

Wang Wulin, one of Chen Qianqing’s closest friends, was someone Lu Zhengfei couldn’t stand. Because of this, when the Wang family faced issues aligning themselves politically, Lu Zhengfei hadn’t offered any warnings—he had even hoped for their downfall.

Lu Zhengfei’s wish was granted. This political misstep proved fatal for the influential Wang family, leading to their collapse. Naturally, Chen Qianqing added this grudge to the long list of grievances he held against Lu Zhengfei.

It was almost unlucky how Lu Zhengfei always seemed to be at the center of bad situations. No matter the truth, it made it difficult for Chen Qianqing to believe Lu Zhengfei’s feelings for him were genuine.

Lu Zhengfei’s phone conversation grew more intense, punctuated by several curses. Finally, he glanced at Chen Qianqing, stood, and moved to the balcony to continue his heated call.

Chen Qianqing stared at the commercials playing on the TV, but his mind wandered. In this lifetime, Wang Wulin wasn’t a romantic rival but a friend, so perhaps he could lend him a hand.

But how could he help Wang Wulin? After thinking for a moment, Chen Qianqing decided he’d have to start with Lu Zhengfei.

About twenty minutes later, Lu Zhengfei returned from the balcony, his face dark with anger. His hair was still damp, and after standing in the cool breeze outside, his complexion appeared even more sullen.

Aunt Zhao reminded gently from the side, “Zhengfei, go dry your hair properly.”

Lu Zhengfei responded with a hum. Aunt Zhao had been taking care of him since he was a child. Although she was technically a housekeeper, she was like a second mother to him, and he always appreciated her kindness.

Standing up, Lu Zhengfei fetched the hairdryer and handed it to Chen Qianqing. “Dry my hair for me.”

Chen Qianqing: “…”

Lu Zhengfei pressed, “What, you’re not willing?”

Without a word, Chen Qianqing took the hairdryer and began drying Lu Zhengfei’s hair. Unlike Chen Qianqing’s soft hair, Lu Zhengfei’s was short and coarse, slightly prickly as it ran through his fingers.

Lu Zhengfei sat on the sofa while Chen Qianqing half-knelt behind him, carefully drying each section of his hair. Once done, he turned off the hairdryer and handed it back.

Lu Zhengfei frowned. “It’s not dry yet!”

Chen Qianqing: “…What?”

Lu Zhengfei insisted, “I know my own hair. Keep drying it for a bit longer.”

After a moment of silence, Chen Qianqing briefly considered smacking Lu Zhengfei over the head with the hairdryer. In the end, he restrained himself, adopting the mindset of dealing with a spoiled child, and continued drying Lu Zhengfei’s hair.

Just as Chen Qianqing thought this behavior was shameless enough, he noticed something even more absurd—Lu Zhengfei had managed to get aroused while having his hair dried. At that moment, Chen Qianqing was completely speechless.

With Aunt Zhao in the kitchen cooking, the house was quiet except for the two of them. Lu Zhengfei pointed at the bulge in his pants and, tilting his head, said in a tone of mock innocence, “Look, it’s hard.”

Hard? What the hell, Chen Qianqing thought, gripping the hairdryer tightly as he gritted his teeth. “Should I dry that for you too?”

Lu Zhengfei quipped, “With your mouth?”

Chen Qianqing replied coldly, “Haha.”

Lu Zhengfei glanced down at himself again, then at Chen Qianqing’s expression. After a moment of thought, he relented. “Fine, we’ll deal with it tonight.”

Chen Qianqing: “…”

Lu Zhengfei added, “My hair still isn’t dry. Do it again.”

This time, Chen Qianqing completely ignored him, placing the hairdryer down decisively. He had an unshakable belief that if he continued drying Lu Zhengfei’s hair, this maniac might actually cum.