Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 43

“My… illness?” Luo Wencheng paled and lowered his head. The sweet and sour apple in his mouth also felt tasteless.

Lu Chong saw him like this and sighed; he didn’t want to force him, but this matter had to be discussed.

“The situation last night, you said it was an old problem. How long has it been?”

Luo Wencheng lowered his head and stared hard at the apple in the fruit plate, refusing to speak.

He… didn’t want to lie to this man anymore.

The words he had thought of before last night were all lies, and now he didn’t want to say them anymore.

But if he told the truth, it would be too complicated; he simply couldn’t say it.

“Wencheng.” Lu Chong said.

Luo Wencheng still refused to respond.

Lu Chong said slowly: “At first I thought you were a drug addict.”

Luo Wencheng was stunned.

“Later, I found out that it was not the case. The onset of drug addiction is not similar to your reaction and your urine and blood tests were normal.”

“I know, you are a good boy.” Lu Chong touched the top of his head and continued to persuade, “But physical problems must be treated early. If you tell me, we can help you. You don’t want to suffer so much pain anymore, right?”

Luo Wencheng moved his lips and then pressed them tightly. His eyes were slightly red, and he looked pitiful when he pursed his lips like this. Lu Chong’s heart softened at the sight of him. With a quiet sigh, he finally took a step back: “Or do you have a stomach problem all the time? Is that just a simple stomach flu?”

Luo Wencheng’s eyelashes trembled; he hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said in a small voice: “Yes, it’s an old stomach problem, it’s not serious, it just hurts when I’m nervous.”

His eyes didn’t dare to meet Lu Chong’s.

Lu Chong’s gaze darkened a little, and he said in a brisk tone: “That’s good. I’ll ask the doctor to prescribe you some stomach medicine. You have to take it on time. In the future if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, or you can tell the doctor. You can’t just endure it, understand?”

Luo Wencheng nodded obediently.

Lu Chong asked him to take a good rest and left the ward. Before he was about to go out, there was a low voice behind him: “Sir.”

“Yes?” He turned around and waited for the next words.

Luo Wencheng raised his head and looked at him for a while with a look Lu Chong couldn’t understand: “Thank you.”

Lu Chong smiled: “Thank me by getting well quickly.”

The door closed, and Luo Wencheng sat alone in the same pose for a long time, watching the muted news on TV, indifferent.

It took a while before he thought of being discharged from the hospital.

But when he asked the doctor, the answer he got was that he had to be hospitalised for two more days of observation.

It was just a minor injury and minor surgery. There was nothing to observe. There was also a private doctor with good medical skills in the villa. Luo Wencheng felt that it was most likely because of his “stomach flu” problem.

He originally thought someone would come and take him for various tests, but no one did.

The medicine he had been given at dinner time did include stomach pills.

Did Lu Chong really believe him?

It was not impossible.

He breathed a sigh of relief. When he had another attack at midnight, he went into the toilet one minute early, took off all his clothes, wiped the sweat from his body with a towel when it was over and then put the clothes back on.

The disguise was perfect.

It was the same for the next night.

No one noticed anything unusual.

By the third day, the news of Luo Wenhao commiting a murder had spread. The real estate owner was forced to commit suicide. The online and real-life verbal abuse of Luo Wenhao and the Luo family was almost overwhelming.

Because the impact was too great and because many parties pushed it forward, the investigation of the case progressed very quickly. Evidence and witnesses of Luo Wenhao’s crime appeared. Even though he had his legs broken, people from the Public Security Bureau still came to take him away for interrogation.

It was said that he was smashed by rotten eggs at the entrance of the hospital.

“Thirteen years ago, you were only fourteen years old. The law can’t convict you, and it was not you who disposed of the body. We can even manipulate it a bit and say that the bodyguard encouraged you to kill… There is enough to work on in this case, everything is just a walk in the park, you don’t have to worry about it. As for the suicide of the father of the deceased, that has even less to do with you.”

The lawyer of the Luo family talked eloquently and was not worried at all. The bad publicity of this case was outside the scope of his business. He just needed to fish Luo Wenhao out.

In fact, if it weren’t for the Luo family’s inability to take care of themselves, Luo Wenhao wouldn’t even be brought to the police station.

Luo Wenhao was wearing handcuffs on his hands, his face was pale and his lips were chapped, and he was in a very poor mental state.

He raised his bloodshot eyes and glanced at the lawyer without speaking.

He knew he was finished.

Because only he knew that he killed more than one person.

Originally, he was sure that this matter would not be discovered, but now it was Lu Chong who wanted to screw him, Lu Chong, ah.

He looked at his legs, which were in plaster, and the resentment in his eyes could almost drip out.

“This case can’t affect Luo Wenhao, but if there are other lives on his hands, it will be different.” At the same moment, Lu Chong said to Luo Wencheng, meeting the young man’s wide eyes that he seemed to find very interesting.

He smiled and showed a document to Luo Wencheng.

Luo Wencheng flipped through it, pretending to know about it for the first time, and opened his eyes wide in shock: “He killed someone else!”

There was another murder case recorded in the document. After the teenager’s family was destroyed, the piece of land was taken over from the real estate owner and during the construction, someone found the body of the teenager. It happened that the man was someone who knew one or two things about the events of the past, so he came to blackmail Luo Wenhao.

Luo Wenhao killed that man without a second thought, and did it in a very stealthy way, disguising it as a fall from a building during construction.

Luo Wencheng knew about this.

He also knew that Luo Wenhao killed in a hurry. The man only threatened him with the boy’s body being in the construction site but refused to say where it was, so Luo Wenhao didn’t dare to touch the land again later.

In his previous life, after Luo Wenhao took complete power over the Luo family, he found the bodyguard who had handled the boy’s body, had taken hush money and made a living abroad. Only then did he find the bones and transferred them without anyone noticing. The construction on the land was finally able to start again.

“Luo Wenhao was an adult when he killed this man, and there’s no getting away with intentional homicide,” Lu Chong said, “The first murder can only discredit Luo Wenhao, and the second murder is enough to kill him.”

He looked at Luo Wencheng: “What do you think?”

Luo Wencheng knew that he was putting the right to choose in his hands, letting himself decide Luo Wenhao’s life and death.

At this moment, he was surprisingly not much excited, as if everything was just water under the bridge and a matter of course.

He heard himself say, “It is only right to pay for life with life.”

That was the death sentence for Luo Wenhao.

The man who indirectly killed him, the man who brought him great pain and became a huge shadow in his heart until he died in his previous life, just died at his hands!

Luo Wencheng stared at his hands in a daze.

It was already nearly midnight when Lu Chong came. While the two were talking, Luo Wencheng was in a kind of trance but the clock was ticking.

Luo Wencheng finally reacted and began to worry.

Why wasn’t Lu Chong leaving yet?

“Sir, it’s late, why don’t you go and rest?” He said tentatively.

“Oh, it’s almost midnight and it’s troublesome to go back. It’s better for me to sleep here with you. Anyway, there is a bed here.” Lu Chong said.

Luo Wencheng, stunned, hurriedly said, “This isn’t good, right? The bed here is not as comfortable as the one at home.”

“Then I just experience how uncomfortable you feel.”

Luo Wencheng couldn’t find anything else to say for a while. He stared blankly, and finally thought of an excuse: “If you don’t go back, what about Ribs?”

Lu Chong was startled and nodded: “Yes, Ribs can’t be left behind, otherwise she will scratch me again.”

He picked up his coat and left. Luo Wencheng waited for a while to make sure he was gone before hurriedly going to the bathroom.

He didn’t know that Lu Chong was sitting in front of a surveillance monitor in a room on the same floor.

The camera was showing his hospital bed.

Lu Chong clearly saw him hurriedly enter the bathroom after he left.

Exactly the same as the previous two nights.

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4 thoughts on “Dear Mr. Lu Chapter 43

  1. Not trying to underestimate our mc’s IQ but given how powerful / amazing the ml is, surely his intelligence should be above average as well?
    I don’t understand how our mc thought he’ll be able to hide his ‘sickness’, even if he just stay in the house for weekend only.

    1. I think Wencheng just doesn’t think Lu Chong cares enough. He is used for the closest people to ignore him, so it’s hard for him to believe something might care.

      1. When you say it that way, it only hurts me more to think about your situation 💔

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