Chapter 117: How Long Are You Going to Keep This Up? Get Out!

Chapter 117: How Long Are You Going to Keep This Up? Get Out!

Of course Wu Chen didn’t want money. Lu Guangnian’s favor was worth far more than money.

Lu Guangnian already owed him a major favor from the last time—he had nearly burned yellow paper and kowtowed with Wu Chen to become sworn brothers over it. If he owed him another now… with a code of loyalty like his, Wu Chen’s troubles would become his troubles. Wu Chen might not even have to open his mouth. As long as Lu Guangnian heard about it, he’d likely get there first and slap the other party across the face himself.

“Don’t, brother. Whether you want it or not, I have to give it. Let go…” Lu Guangnian was determined to transfer the money. Now that he’d raised it, it had to be sent.

“Brother Lu, I’m not lecturing you, but that temper of yours really does need changing. Not everything comes down to money. It’s the same as this—however rich you are, however much you spend, you still can’t win back your woman and your child…” Wu Chen kept his hand pressed over Lu Guangnian’s, then patted the back of it. “Keep this up and I genuinely won’t get involved.”

Lu Guangnian took the advice. At a moment like this he didn’t dare argue with Wu Chen over something so small.

“All right, all right. I’ll listen to you first, brother. We’ll talk about that later…” He put his phone away. “Tell me, brother, what’s the second way? Whatever you say to do, I’ll do.”

“The method isn’t complicated.” Wu Chen looked at him and smiled. “It’s only that… you’ll have to swallow some grievance, Brother Lu. And absolutely nothing can go wrong. There’s one chance only. A second attempt won’t work.”

“I’m not afraid of a little grievance! Just tell me what to do!” Lu Guangnian thumped his chest in promise.

To win back his woman and his child, he would throw in everything he had.

He had no descendants, nobody to inherit the family business. Deep in his bones Lu Guangnian held to a certain traditional way of thinking, so winning back his woman and his child was not purely a matter of feeling.

“Brother Lu, if you can harden your heart and set aside your face, then we do this…” Wu Chen began laying out the plan.

It wasn’t complicated, but the details had to be minded. The slightest flaw would ruin the whole thing.

And Wu Chen had built the plan around Ma Huifang’s and Ma Jiawei’s characters. It was aimed with great precision.

Naturally he wasn’t going to tell Lu Guangnian how he had once investigated his first love and his son, or how thoroughly he understood their natures. There was no need. Whatever Wu Chen said, Lu Guangnian would follow, because Lu Guangnian had no other way left.

The dishes came.

They ate.

The meal had formally begun a little before noon and still hadn’t ended by past one in the afternoon, mainly because Wu Chen was going through the details with Lu Guangnian and reminding him of them over and over.

He needed Lu Guangnian to change himself temporarily. He needed him to act, and Lu Guangnian was no actor, so Wu Chen had to make him commit it to memory. He had to make him understand that if he botched it there would be no chance left. Only then could Lu Guangnian just barely carry it off.

Ring, ring…

As the meal was nearly finished, Wu Chen’s phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and looked.

An unsaved number.

The man he had called earlier… the one Wu Chen had taken the initiative to arrange a meeting with. They had agreed to meet at the café at twelve, and Wu Chen was already more than an hour late.

He answered.

“Still not here?” the man asked, low.

“What’s the hurry? If I’m not there, wait,” Wu Chen said flatly.

Lu Guangnian, in the middle of drinking soup, lifted his head sharply and cut a glance at Wu Chen on the phone. He could feel that Wu Chen’s mood was very strange. He hadn’t had much contact with him, but he knew his steady temper. Wu Chen rarely spoke to anyone like that.

“What the fuck… What do you mean by that?” The man’s temper went off at once. He…