Chapter 38: After Class, Come Into My Arms (36)

Lu Yu thought the little girl was angry.

He was just about to comfort her.

But Asu's small hand had already reached out and hooked onto his sleeve.

She tugged gently.

Alright, I'm paying attention to you now.

He lowered his gaze, meeting those dark, slightly bewildered eyes.

He couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile.

Lu Zhouyuan: "..."

The brothers: "..."

Damn? Public display of affection—too much!

No, it's slaughter.

Lu Zhouyuan coughed at just the right moment, glaring viciously at Lu Yu.

"Lu Yu, go apologize to my brother!"

Lu Yu, in a good mood, held Asu's hand. "Why should I?"

"You! Was it you who hit him?"

"Yes."

"Did you make him bleed? Did he pass out?"

Lu Yu nodded again, his demeanor gentle.

He merely glanced indifferently at Lu Zhouyuan, then lowered his head to look at Asu.

Thinking that they'd only been gone for a while, the girl should have finished eating by now.

He hadn't been hungry at all, but seeing her, inexplicably—

He wanted to eat.

"Do you want something to eat?"

Asu nodded honestly.

Even though she never really needed food, she simply wanted it.

"Alright, let's go eat."

Lu Yu gently stroked her small hand, finger by finger.

"Lu Yu! What kind of attitude is that! I'm talking to you! Are you out of your mind?"

Lu Yu frowned, displeased, and gave Lu Zhouyuan a look.

That look was exactly the same as the one Asu had given him.

Idiot.

It was as if they were both saying it.

Lu Zhouyuan's eyes widened in anger, his chest heaving.

"What are you trying to do?"

The voice was cool and clear.

Lu Zhouyuan shouted, "Go to the hospital and apologize!"

"Why should I?"

With that, Lu Yu took Asu's hand and walked straight through the crowd.

Lu Zhouyuan felt his breath catch in his chest, his eyes reddening.

"Lu Yu, who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like this!"

Lu Yu had no intention of explaining—let others think what they like.

But now, things were different.

Asu was right beside him.

He remembered the look her sister had given him when he brought the girl home, and it made him inexplicably sad.

His own background was far from spotless, but Lu Zhouyuan's wasn't much better.

"Lu Zhouyuan, you know my status, you know yours. Don't force me to spell it all out."

He stopped walking.

His pitch-black eyes looked over, devoid of any emotion.

"Lu Zhouyuan, leave yourself some dignity. If you keep provoking me, your fate will be the same as mine."

There were no true scions of noble families.

Lu Zhouyuan, Lu Yu—they were the same, children born to mistresses.

Their father, Mr. Lu, was a notorious playboy in the circle.

Over forty, never married, always chasing pleasure outside.

No one could count his sons and daughters.

Lu Zhouyuan's mother was only kept at his side because she happened to save him during one of his episodes.

Compared to those outside, what she had was merely a title others presumed.

Mr. Lu's heart remained fickle, indulging in excess and debauchery.

Lu Zhouyuan and Lu Yu, at their core, were no different.

As Lu Yu finished speaking, Lu Zhouyuan's face darkened instantly.

He watched the young man slowly walk away, hand in hand with Asu.

He clenched his fists tight.

His own background had always been too shameful to speak of.

Every time he cursed someone else's mother as a whore, his own heart ached just as much.

The more it hurt, the more he wanted to destroy.

That Lu family—better not to go back at all.

He would rather live freely as Lu Yu, the acknowledged illegitimate son.

Asu stayed quietly at Lu Yu's side.

Her soft little hand hooked into his.

"Xiaobai, are you sad?"

She stopped, stood on tiptoe.

Imitating his usual gesture, she gently ruffled the youth's messy hair.