After Jiang Huai got into the car, he was silent all the way.

　He originally thought that Lu Wusui would take the opportunity to embarrass him again… after all, that blow to the head was really painful.

　But after he sat in, Lu Wusui looked calm and even turned on his computer to work.

　But I don’t know if he did it on purpose.

　While doing his work, he would touch his chest from time to time, as if it hurt.

　Jiang Huai pretended not to see it and moved a little further away from him.

　Lu Wusui: …

　Tsk.

　*

　When he returned home, Jiang Huai watched Lu Wusui enter the study room and saw that he had no intention of settling the score with him. Only then did he feel relieved.

　He poked his head into his studio.

　In the center was the painting that he had been trying to give away for such a long time but had not yet given away.

　He stared at the painting and felt that the teacher seemed to have no connection with it.

　This painting does not have to be given to Teacher Xie. It is just the most suitable gift he can think of for Teacher Xie.

　But in his opinion, there is also a kind of fate between paintings and people.

　Not only in the painting circle, but any work of art requires fate. If there is fate, no matter what the occasion or the situation, this thing will eventually end up in the hands of the destined person after being passed around for several times.

　If there is no destiny, it would be like him sending a painting to Teacher Xie, but after going around in circles for several times, he still couldn’t give it away.

　Forget it, I’ll just give Teacher Xie something else.

　*

　When Jiang Huai went to bed at night, he hadn’t seen Lu Wusui come back yet.

　He originally wanted to go to bed directly, but when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly remembered that if Lu Wusui was still angry today, would his money for the vase still be counted?

　Thinking of this, Jiang Huai sat up immediately.

　Lu Wusui must be in the study at this time. Jiang Huai just opened the bedroom door a crack and saw Lu Wusui coming out with a bottle of ointment.

　They looked at each other and felt very embarrassed.

　Jiang Huai quickly closed the door again.

　Lu Wusou: “…Are you not going to let me go back to sleep?”

　After Jiang Huai closed the door, he realized what he had done and opened it again in annoyance.

　This time, it was only opened slightly, revealing half of his face.

　Opened, but not fully opened.

　Lu Wusui took a deep breath and reached out to push the door. Jiang Huai suddenly asked, “Wait, are you injured?”

　”Am I injured?” Lu Wusui pondered over this question. “That’s a good question. I thought you should have a big bump on your head, which indirectly indicated the extent of my injury.”

　Jiang Huai: “…”

　Fortunately, he didn’t.

　Only then did Jiang Huai feel sincerely sorry.

　Of course, his apology was only a little bit.

　Lu Wusui pushed the door open and walked in. Jiang Huai followed closely behind him and watched him sit on the sofa.

　Lu Wusui put down the ointment and suddenly said with a smile: “Do you want me to take off my clothes so that you can see it clearly?”

　Jiang Huai’s eyes almost went into his collar.

　”Ah, no need,” Jiang Huai suddenly felt that this was not polite, “But you can if you want.”

　Lu Wusui: “…”

　Lu Wusui didn’t waste any time talking to him and took off his clothes directly, revealing his well-toned upper body.

　His chest was indeed red, but it was not serious.

　What is noticeable is his abdominal muscles under his chest.

　Although they were all men, Jiang Huai actually felt a little embarrassed. He had never been so frank with anyone in his life.

　Of course, I don’t sleep in anyone’s arms every day.

　After Lu Wusui applied the medicine to himself, he suddenly called him, “Come here.”

　Jiang Huai took a step forward with a hint of apology, but before he could stand firmly, Lu Wusui pulled him over and he immediately fell into Lu Wusui’s arms.

　He immediately struggled.

　Lu Wusui felt like he was holding a cat with its fur standing on end. It was prickly and he had no idea where to start. He could only groan, “It hurts, it hurts, it’s pressing on the wound.”

　Jiang Huai’s whole body stiffened, and he finally calmed down.

　He thought Lu Wusui was going to settle the score with him later, so he quickly closed his eyes.

　Lu Wusui turned his head and took a closer look.

　Immediately, he concluded: “It is really solid.”

　Jiang Huai: …

　Despite this, Lu Wusui still poured the ointment into his palm and applied some on Jiang Huai’s head.

　A cool touch came from above my head.

　Jiang Huai stared at Lu Wusui’s chest, having the illusion that he could hear his heartbeat.

　He blinked, finding this moment a little magical.

　*

　The next day, Jiang Huai heard at school that another teacher was found to have accepted bribes.

　Coincidentally, what was collected was also a painting.

　The school issued a notice to expel the teacher and revoke his teaching certificate, which directly eliminated him from the profession.

　At the same time, the school began to tighten its control in this regard.

　Jiang Huai has never had a strong sense of empathy for people.

　But at this moment, he suddenly felt fortunate that he did not actually give the painting to the teacher.

　Otherwise gratitude instantly turns into murder.

　After this incident, Jiang Huai didn’t know whether to apologize to Lu Wusui or thank him.

　If he hadn’t stopped him, who knows what would have happened between him and the teacher right now.

　It happened to be Teacher Xie’s class that day. Jiang Huai took advantage of the break to run to the podium. Teacher Xie was still polite and asked him with a smile, “What’s wrong?”

　Jiang Huai took out a paintbrush from his arms and handed it to him.

　When Xie Yiming saw him taking something out, his face changed. After seeing that it was just a pen, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Jiang Huai, “I was so scared. The teacher thought you were going to bribe the teacher too.”

　Jiang Huai said seriously: “This is a thank you gift for the teacher, not a bribe.”

　Xie Yiming asked: “What did teacher do recently that touched you?”

　Jiang Huai said: “Not recently, but the time when I went out to collect folk songs.”

　Xie Yiming remembered, took the pen he handed over, turned the pen left and right, and concealed the tenderness in his eyes, “Did you draw this yourself?”

　Jiang Huai nodded.

　”It’s really beautiful.” Xie Yiming said, “Jiang Huai, you will always be the student that makes me most proud.”

　Jiang Huai thought of something and said, “But my grades are not the best…”

　”I know,” Xie Yiming smiled and handed it back to him, “There are too many people here now, give it to me after school in the office.”

　Jiang Huai thought he wouldn’t want it.

　Without this push and pull, he suddenly felt much happier.

　Under Xie Yiming’s smiling gaze, Jiang Huai sat back in his seat with his paintbrush.

　The brush holder was a bit small, so he simply painted two strokes. It wasn’t very commercial, and even if the school found out, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

　But it is very thoughtful.

　Seeing Teacher Xie’s reluctant look on his face, Jiang Huai also felt that the long-overdue matters were finally settled.

　Lu Wusui’s side…

　Afternoon, Lu family’s old house.

　As soon as Lu Wusui got off work, he was called over by the old lady.

　He originally thought that the old lady asked him to come over for the same matter.

　However, the reason why she asked Lu Wusui to come here today was not because of Jiang Huai.

　She handed a document to Lu Wusui and said in a heavy tone, “How much do you know about your father’s affairs?”

　It seems that there is no need to accept this file.

　Lu Wusui still opened it and took a look. After finding the content he wanted to see, he said calmly, “It was me who asked Miss Tao to sell the news.”

　Lu Rumei was furious and slammed the table, “You are confused! He is your father!”

　Lu Wusui placed the photo on the table, his whole state was very calm, “Grandma, of course I know he is my father.”

　”You knew that and you still did this?” Lu Rumei took a deep breath. “If he hadn’t called me, he would have almost died in a foreign country! Xiao Sui, how could you be so cruel?”

　A hint of coldness flashed across Lu Wusui’s eyes. “Has he ever fulfilled his father’s responsibilities since the first day I was born?”

　Lu Rumei said: “But he is your father.”

　Lu Wusui paused.

　”Your mother had a difficult delivery, and it had nothing to do with your father. Before your mother passed away, he never let her down,” Lu Rumei said. “I know you hate him, otherwise you wouldn’t care about other people’s criticism of the Lu family, but…”

　”Grandma,” Lu Wusui suddenly interrupted him, “I don’t want to listen.”

　Lu Rumei sighed and stopped talking.

　”There is one more thing,” she said, “I am planning to bring your father to China to recuperate. I can’t find a suitable place, so I might as well send him to your place.”

　Lu Wusui’s expression remained the same, without any change.

　He knew that there was no turning back.

　He was raised by Lu Rumei since he was a child. Lu Rumei is his parent, and no one understands each other better than they do.

　Lu Rumei also knew that he was dissatisfied.

　It was fine when he was a child, but as Lu Wusui grew older, he had his own ideas. When two strong people collided with each other, there would always be many conflicts.

　The most terrifying one is Lu Wusui.

　In the past, when he dealt with people who had nothing to do with him, she could still turn a blind eye to his cruel methods.

　But now, he can even attack his own biological father.

　Lu Rumei didn’t mean to favor his father.

　People in high positions should have a higher moral bottom line than ordinary people so as not to make big mistakes.

　When you have power, you should exercise restraint.

　Otherwise, how could she safely hand over the Lu family to him?

　Lu Rumei sighed, “Little evil, grandma doesn’t have to go against you.”

　Lu Wusui said: “I know, grandma.”

　but–

　As long as Tang Pingjian dares to come.

　He dared to make Tang Pingjian regret it.

　*

　It was half past six, when Jiang Huai and Lu Wusui were almost at home at the same time, one had just finished school and the other had just finished get off work.

　When Jiang Huai returned, the Lu family was completely silent. The housekeeper raised a finger at him, signaling him to be quiet.

　He didn’t understand.

　After dinner, I asked the housekeeper and found out that since Lu Wusui returned home, he has locked himself in the bedroom and has not eaten.

　Jiang Huai found it strange. Normally at this time, if Lu Wusui had unfinished work, he should stay in the study.

　There has never been an exception in these few months.

　He remembered his apology, stuffed half a piece of bread into his mouth, went to his studio, and found the previous painting.

　Anyway, I plan to give it to someone.

　When Jiang Huai went out with the painting, he ran into the butler who was about to leave with food.

　He tilted his head in confusion, took a step forward, and knocked on the bedroom door under the horrified gaze of the housekeeper who was eager to stop him.

　There was no sound from inside the door.

　Jiang Huai knocked again, and because he was holding a piece of bread, he spoke indistinctly: “Mr. Lu.”

　The housekeeper hurriedly said: “Young Master Jiang, Mr. Lu…”

　At this time, Lu Wusui’s voice rang out from inside the door, “If you want to come in, hurry up.”

　The butler stopped talking.

　When Jiang Huai was about to go in, he quickly handed the tray to Jiang Huai, indicating that Jiang Huai should persuade Lu Wusui to eat.

　After he entered the room, Jiang Huai saw Lu Wusui standing in the middle of the room.

　He seemed to be extremely tired, with his brows tightly furrowed, revealing a layer of subtle gloom.

　Lu Wusui had a blank expression on his face, and suddenly asked him, “What is this?”

　Jiang Huai said “Ah” and took out the painting in his hand, “This is for you.”

　Lu Wusui didn’t move.

　Jiang Huai first put the rice on the table and opened the package himself. As he moved, the painting gradually emerged, showing the vast beauty of spring.

　Lu Wusui looked at it for a long time.

　After an unknown amount of time, he finally said with difficulty: “Aren’t you going to give this painting to the teacher?”

　”The teacher has no fate with it,” Jiang Huai said honestly, “I’m going to give it to someone anyway. Since I drew it next to you, it should have some fate with you.”

　The lush peach blossoms and their astonishing vitality were reflected in Lu Wusui’s eyes and could not be erased.

　Jiang Huai stood in front of the picture, looking up at him with charming eyes.

　Lu Wusui suddenly took a step forward and hugged Jiang Huai.

　Jiang Huai raised his head and his eyelashes trembled.