From Ex's Brother to Husband_

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Four After that day, I had him quit his job at the club to focus on accompanying me. I could turn a blind eye before, but now that he was with me, he couldn’t keep working in that kind of place. The allowance my mom gave me was more than enough to support him. Without the nagging question of whether Lu Chuan ever loved me, I felt much lighter. I didn’t need a study buddy anymore because Lu Yan was always by my side. He was a consummate professional in the service industry. According to mutual friends, Lu Chuan got jumped—someone put a sack over his head and beat him up. Aside from his face being too bruised and swollen to show in public, he was otherwise fine. I shook my head regretfully—they’d gone too easy on him. …… The breeze was gentle, the air crisp—perfect for kissing. We started kissing the moment we got out of the car, stumbling against the apartment door as we fumbled to unlock it. He was too good at this, sending shivers down my spine every time, making me fail the fingerprint recognition repeatedly. “Shen Qinghe! What are you doing?” Lu Chuan, his face still a mess of bruises, demanded furiously. Song Qingqing stood beside him, putting on her best green-tea act. Lu Yan turned around, shielding me from Lu Chuan with his back, then leaned in and gave me a few more deep, lingering kisses before finally pulling away. His thumb brushed lightly over the corner of my lips, wiping away the moisture. “We’re kissing. Can’t you tell?” Lu Yan faced him, smirking. “Lu Yan, if you’ve got a problem, take it up with me. Qinghe is still young,” Lu Chuan said, barely containing his rage. “Qinghe, come here.” Song Qingqing nervously tugged at Lu Chuan’s other arm. “What do you mean?” I ignored his demand for me to go over. “What did you mean by that just now?” What did he mean by “take it up with him”? Did he and Lu Yan know each other? Lu Chuan, Lu Yan… both surnamed Lu… “What’s your relationship with him?” I turned straight to Lu Yan and asked. “Same father. That’s all.” Lu Yan didn’t elaborate, but those few words said everything. Lu Chuan was the only son of the Lu family—so what did that make this extra son? The answer was obvious. “Oh, so you’re the illegitimate child? So what? How does that concern you?” Lu Chuan’s condescending attitude toward Lu Yan disgusted me. “Qinghe, he’s deliberately getting close to you to get back at me. Be reasonable—come with me.” Lu Chuan reached out, signaling for me to go to him again. “Getting close to me? To get back at you? Lu Chuan, you’re underestimating me and overestimating yourself. What makes you think getting close to me would even affect you?” “Because you were my girlfriend. Conquering you means beating me. That’s just how men’s petty competitiveness works.” Lu Chuan spoke with absolute certainty, while Song Qingqing’s face darkened. Well, if that were true, then Song Qingqing was undeniably the other woman. “No, I wasn’t. At most, I was just a ‘little sister.’” I raised a finger and wagged it. “And even then, I’m not your sister. We have no relationship whatsoever.” “Qinghe, how can you say that? Have you forgotten those two years we were together?” Lu Chuan looked shattered, as if I’d cheated on him. “No, no, no, you’re wrong again. That wasn’t ‘being together.’ That was me taking care of you and trying to please you—all on my own.” “Being together”? For “two years”? Ha! What a joke. At best, it was just me being blind. “Fine, even if we say it wasn’t a relationship—” “No ‘even if.’ It wasn’t.” I corrected him sharply. “Okay, even supposing—” “Not ‘even supposing.’ It flat-out wasn’t.” I cut him off again. Words couldn’t be thrown around carelessly, even if food could. “Fine!” Lu Chuan’s eyes were bloodshot, probably from anger. “Then how do you explain him showing up at the club right when you started going, and you picking him every time after that? There’s no such thing as coincidence!” “Hmm? You’d just started working there?” “Mhm.” “And I was your first?” “Mhm.” I reached out and pinched his cheek. “Good! You’re the best!” Five Lu Chuan was stunned. Our focus was completely different. “Shen Qinghe! Get your head straight. He works in a place like that. What kind of person could he be?” Lu Chuan pointed at Lu Yan, his tone full of disdain. “Same father, same blood. If he’s not a good person, what does that make you? Besides, how dare you insult my man right in front of me? Do you think I’m dead or something?” What’s mine is mine, and he has no right to criticize it. The shock in Lu Chuan’s eyes was replaced by heartbreak. “He’s your man. So what does that make me? What about the past three years?” He staggered back two steps, firmly supported by Song Qingqing. Ha, what a joke. What did he think he was? At best, he was just an ex. I dragged Lu Yan into the house without looking back. Lu Chuan watched my retreating figure with eyes full of sorrow, until I disappeared behind the door, leaving him with a cold, unyielding barrier. He clutched his chest, gasping for breath, and large beads of sweat dripped down. Lu Chuan felt something slipping away from him, something he could never get back. I didn’t care what happened to Lu Chuan. I only cared about what was mine. I coldly pushed away his lips that were about to touch mine and said, “If he hadn’t told me, how long did you plan to keep it from me?” Lu Yan gave a self-mocking smile and sat down by my feet. “There’s nothing to hide. They’re all irrelevant people.” “Did they bully you?” I didn’t like the look on his face. “Not really. They just kept me as a pet. Played with me when they had time, and vented on me when they were annoyed.” Lu Yan spoke indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him. I pushed him down onto the carpet, straddled his waist, and looked down at him. “From now on, tell me everything. I hate being lied to.” “Okay, Qinghe, remember, I will never, ever lie to you.” The temperature in the air soared rapidly as Lu Yan’s large hand caressed my waist, extending a passionate invitation. After Lu Chuan’s unreasonable outburst, Lu Yan revealed everything. The bar was his, the club was his, and so was that hotel. “How did you manage that?” He was just too amazing! “Scared of being poor, I saved all the money the old man gave me, used it as capital, and took a gamble in the futures market. And I won.” With just a few casual words from Lu Yan, my admiration for him reached its peak. Such an outstanding man was mine, and my vanity was extremely satisfied. ... Lu Chuan began to drown himself in alcohol at the bar every night, and when drunk, he would hold the bottle and rave, “Qinghe… Qinghe, why doesn’t she come to me…” Song Qingqing tried to help him to the restroom to throw up, but he pinned her inside and shouted my name, doing indecent things. Lu Yan almost crushed his phone upon hearing the report from the other end: “Put a sack over him! If once isn’t enough, do it twice! And give him the most expensive liquor.” I kicked him and said, “So that sack last time was also from you?” “He dares to touch you, and he should be ready to get beaten.” Lu Yan pulled down my shoulder strap, covered my lips with his, and his intention was clear. After being sacked several times, Lu Chuan finally calmed down. He started drinking in his car and then acting crazy in front of my apartment. “Qinghe… Lu Yan is a bad guy… he corrupted you…” “Qinghe… Qinghe! I’ve dumped Song Qingqing. Will you come back?” “Qinghe! Shen Qinghe! You can’t treat me like this! You’re supposed to love me! It’s me!” “Qinghe… I know I was wrong. Will you come back?” Unable to bear it any longer, Lu Yan called the police, and the world finally became quiet. Chen Ce had to go to the police station to pick him up every few days, and he was fed up. Thanks to Lu Chuan, I couldn’t live in that apartment anymore. I moved to Lu Yan’s apartment. Six "Boss, the bar got raided. They said someone reported us for illegal powder trading." The bar manager's late-night call interrupted our exploration of life's truths. "Stay calm, don't panic—" Before Lu Yan could finish speaking, the cops kicked the door open: "Hands up! Don't move!" Lu Yan was quickly taken away. "It's fine, I’ll be back in a few days. Don’t worry. There’s food in the fridge—don’t leave the apartment until I return," he said, glancing back at me as they led him out. I watched helplessly as they took him away. At that moment, my desire to kill Lu Chuan reached its peak. After calming down, I picked up the phone and dialed. "Dad..." I barely got the word out before tears started streaming uncontrollably down my face. "Sweetheart! What’s wrong? Who hurt you? Tell Daddy, don’t cry! Talk to me!" My father panicked on the other end. Between sobs, I haltingly explained what happened to Lu Yan. He immediately ordered his secretary to investigate. "Sweetheart, be good. I’ll let you know as soon as we find out more. I’m coming to see you right now." I agreed obediently, but I knew his position meant he couldn’t just leave at will. Before I could get any updates from my father, Lu Chuan showed up. "Qinghe, we need to talk." "We have nothing to talk about." Through the video intercom, I could see his every move. "Come out. Let’s talk face to face." Lu Chuan quickly lost his patience. "Turn yourself in. Admit you framed Lu Yan, and then I’ll talk to you." On the screen, Lu Chuan tugged angrily at his tie upon hearing my words. "Shen Qinghe! Don’t push me! Right now, you’re the one who needs me!" "Lu Yan said it’s not safe outside. He told me not to leave." "Lu Chuan! You’d better not touch him! Or I’ll make sure you regret ever crossing me!" "Lu Yan! Lu Yan! Lu Yan! What’s so great about him?! You’re the one refusing to talk. Don’t blame me for what happens next!" After his threat, Lu Chuan slammed his fist against the fire alarm button and stormed off as the building’s alarms blared. By the time my father notified me that Lu Yan was being released, two days had passed. I rushed to the police station to get him. Lu Yan looked pale and exhausted, but he held me tightly, soothing my unease. Not far away, Lu Chuan’s venomous glare was impossible to miss. Lu Yan pressed my hand gently and shook his head slightly. Back at the apartment, he coaxed me into making him something to eat. I went to the kitchen, but five minutes later, I pushed open the bathroom door—only to find Lu Yan covered in bruises and small wounds, with barely an inch of unmarked skin. My eyes couldn’t hold back the flood of tears. "I’m fine. They’re just superficial. They didn’t dare go too far," Lu Yan said, turning off the water and pulling me into his arms. "Then why wouldn’t you let me see?" His injuries made me afraid to hug him too tightly. "Then be extra gentle with me, okay?" Lu Yan’s large hand tightened around me, pressing me firmly against his chest as he kissed me softly, over and over.

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