Chapter 51: Lu Hao's Jealousy

Sun Xiaoqi slowly pushed the wheelchair forward until he stopped in front of Lu Xuan.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Hao looked up at Lu Xuan. His eyes were bloodshot, his sockets sunken, and his cheekbones prominent, making him look ten years older.

His lips were chapped, his complexion was sallow, and a thin blanket covered his legs, which were completely devoid of sensation.

Lu Xuan looked down at him.

This was the first time he had looked at Lu Hao from this angle.

Back in the Lu Family, he had always kept his head bowed. Lu Hao would be standing while he was beaten to the ground, and Lu Hao would look down and mock him while he lay there, not even daring to raise his head and meet his eyes.

A single glance would bring about an even more frenzied beating.

Now, the roles were reversed.

Lu Hao sat in a wheelchair while he stood.

Lu Hao looked up at him, while he looked down at Lu Hao.

The two locked eyes.

Lu Hao's gaze was venomous, like a viper whose tail had been stepped on, wishing he could bite through Lu Xuan's throat in one go.

Lu Xuan's gaze, however, was calm, with no resentment, no anger, and nothing at all.

It was as if he were looking at someone who had long since died.

In a way, you have.

This calmness made Lu Hao even more furious.

He remembered the past.

Back in the Lu Family, this trash would tremble with fear and wouldn't even dare to raise his head upon seeing him. If he told this trash to get down, the trash would be beaten until he was on the ground, and if he told this trash to disappear, the trash had to vanish from his sight.

At that time, he was the Young Master of the Lu Family, and this trash was just a dog of the Lu Family.

And now?

He was in a wheelchair.

This trash was standing.

These days, he lived like neither man nor ghost, yet this trash had a wife, hot meals, and someone waiting for him to come home.

Why should a piece of trash live better than him?

Lu Hao's hands tightened around the wheelchair's armrests, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"Trash, you're living quite a good life, aren't you."

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Lu Xuan said nothing.

"When you were in the Lu Family, you were at least a young master," Lu Hao sneered. "Now you've come here to be a watchdog for two silver pieces a month, and you think you're something special?"

Lu Xuan still said nothing.

Lu Hao stared at him. Previously, if he uttered a single insult, this trash would tremble in fear, but now, despite his insults, this trash hadn't even blinked.

"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"

Lu Hao was enraged.

"I heard you."

"I said you gave up being a Young Master of the Lu Family to come here and be a watchdog!"

Lu Xuan still ignored him.

Lu Hao's face turned red in color. He took a deep breath, suppressed his rage, and a cold sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Trash, beg me. Kneel and beg me, and I'll let you return to the Lu Family to be a young master again!"

Lu Xuan looked at him.

"Return to the Lu Family?"

"Yes. Return to the Lu Family."

Lu Hao leaned back in his wheelchair, his chin slightly raised.

"You're here guarding a door for two silver pieces a month. Return to the Lu Family, and I'll arrange a job for you that's ten times better than this."

His voice carried the tone of charity, as if he were tossing a large bone to a dog.

He didn't believe any dog would refuse.

"Well? Kneel and beg me, and I'll let you return to the Lu Family."

"Hahahaha!!"

Lu Hao's laughter was somewhat manic, and it was hard to tell if he was laughing or crying.

Lu Xuan looked at him, his gaze unchanging and as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

But he still didn't say a word.

It wasn't because he didn't dare as before, but because it seemed there was nothing worth saying.

You stole my heart vein. You took my life from me. And you sit here offering scraps like you're feeding a stray... what a fool.

"It's quite good here."

Lu Hao's laughter froze on his face, he stared at Lu Xuan as if he didn't recognize him.

This trash actually dared to treat his words as wind passing by his ears.

He remembered the past. Back in the Lu Family, how would this trash have ever dared to act like this?

"It's good? Being a watchdog is good?"

"Two silver pieces a month is good? Living in the escort agency's dilapidated gatehouse is good?"

Lu Hao's smile vanished completely.

The alley fell silent.

The wind blew in from the entrance of the alley, swirling the fallen leaves on the ground with a rustling sound.

Sun Xiaoqi stood behind the wheelchair with his head bowed, not daring to look or move. His back was covered in cold sweat, and his hands were shaking.

Lu Hao glared intently at Lu Xuan.

His gaze shifted from venomous to shocked, and then from shocked to explosive rage.

At this moment, Lu Xuan's silence was deafening.

It was more maddening and infuriating than if Lu Xuan had talked back with insults.

Lu Hao's chest heaved violently as he panted heavily like an enraged bull.

"The Lu Family raised you for over ten years! Without the Lu Family, you would have starved to death long ago! You would actually rather be a watchdog for others than return to the Lu Family!"

Lu Xuan said nothing.

Lu Hao cursed for a long time until he was exhausted, then stared at Lu Xuan while panting.

Lu Xuan's gaze remained the same.

Calm.

No anger, no resentment, nothing at all.

Lu Hao suddenly felt a bit cold, this trash had changed.

In the past, when he cursed this trash, the trash would be angry, indignant, and trembling.

Now, after cursing for so long, the trash hadn't even blinked.

"Sun Xiaoqi!"

Lu Hao roared, behind him, the trembling Sun Xiaoqi quickly responded.

"Young Master!"

"Break this trash's legs for me!"

"Yes! Young Master!"

Sun Xiaoqi moved, he took a step forward, his hand already raised.

He had performed this action countless times. Back in the Lu Family, following Peng Hu, he had often beaten this trash of a young master.

Beating him required no reason, no hesitation, and not even much strength.

Because he was trash, beating him was just beating him, and no one would ever stand up for him.

For so many years, it had been a more than familiar scene.

A trace of a smile even appeared at the corner of Sun Xiaoqi's mouth.

He reached out to grab Lu Xuan's collar. As long as he pulled him over and kicked him in the knee, this trash would kneel just like before.

Then he would slap him twice, call him "trash" a few times, and the trash would lie on the ground trembling.

Then the Young Master would be satisfied, and he could receive a reward.

For so many years, it had always been like this.

His hand reached out, only half a foot away from Lu Xuan's collar....