Chapter 89 The Fallen White Moonlight Returns Home 3

The water that had just boiled in the kitchen was ready. Lu Baichi didn't get a response from Xie Rong, so he turned around, went to the kitchen, made a cup of hot milk, and brought it to Xie Rong.

Xie Rong took the milk from him, blew on it to cool it down, took a small sip, and squinted his eyes.

My stomach warmed up immediately.

After drinking the milk, the medicine was applied to my knee.

Xie Rong didn't forget the important matter. He rolled his eyes and said, "I haven't exchanged the money I have at the bank yet, so it's not convenient. Could you give me some money?"

Having gotten used to dealing with those debt collectors abroad over the past few years, he knew exactly how to please them, so his tone was soft and cheerful, habitually carrying the rising intonation of someone coquettishly speaking to their boyfriend.

"It's not that I'm short of your money, it's just inconvenient," Xie Rong repeated with a straight face.

Lu Baichi took out his wallet from his trench coat pocket, his slender fingers reaching inside, and just as he pulled out a bank card, Xie Rong snatched it away.

"Thanks, I'll pay you back when I'm in better financial shape," Xie Rong kissed the cardholder's name on the bank card and winked at him.

"..."

“Mm,” Lu Baichi responded softly, “You should get some rest.”

"I'm planning to throw a homecoming party in a few days to see some old friends. It'll be right here. You don't mind, do you?" Xie Rong asked casually, toying with the card in his hand.

"You can do whatever you want," Lu Baichi said, and hurriedly returned to his room to continue the remote meeting that had just been interrupted.

"Mr. Lu, just now..."

Lu Baichi said casually, "I just went to pick up my lover to bring her back to China. Now, let's continue with the report."

The employees at the other end of the meeting noticed that their president's hand, which was resting on the table, was trembling silently.

That's absolutely amazing.

They were puzzled from the beginning. No one dared to spread rumors about Lu Bochi, the president of the Lu Group, who was cold-blooded and ruthless in the business world. However, for the past five years, the rumor that Lu Bochi had a white moonlight who had not returned for many years was allowed to be spread widely.

Even during their reports, if there was the slightest noise outside the room, President Lu would become distracted, and would not respond even if asked the same question three times.

"Mr. Lu, let's call it a day. We can discuss the important points at tomorrow morning's meeting," the assistant tentatively suggested.

Lu Baichi nodded. "Meeting adjourned."

He shut down his computer and left the room.

The living room was empty, so Lu Baichi found the person fast asleep in the master bedroom at the far end.

The little one was curled up on the big bed, with one of the fluffy slippers by the bed and the other kicked to the wall.

Lu Baichi walked to the bedside, stopped, and looked down at Xie Rong's face.

Perhaps it was because the blanket was too warm, Xie Rong's nose tip turned slightly pink, her long hair was spread out in a mess, and her eyebrows and eyes were so soft that they seemed to allow anyone to kiss her at will.

He had imagined this scene countless times five years ago, on the night Xie Rong accepted his confession.

Each time, I felt a surge of excitement and indescribable joy, fearing only that someone would discover it.

Just like tonight, he was caught off guard by a call from an unfamiliar number, and heard a voice on the receiver that was almost distorted yet extremely familiar.

He wanted to ask many questions.

But in the end, I didn't ask anything. After all, asking might not get me the answer I wanted, so it was better not to ask.

Lu Baichi closed his eyes, turned around, and walked out quietly, closing the door behind him.

He returned to his study, sat in front of the half-drawn French windows, his eyes indifferent, and lit a cigarette.

By daybreak, the ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts, so he casually dumped them into the trash can.

The housekeeper arrived promptly at seven o'clock in the morning. After Lu Baichi finished showering, he came out and told her, "Prepare an extra breakfast from now on."

The housekeeper looked at him in surprise, then remembered the pair of small leather shoes in the shoe cabinet and instantly understood.

This is the return of the white moonlight from the novel! This is incredible!

...

Xie Rong opened his eyes at noon.

The bed was too soft, and he didn't want to get up. He rolled around on the bed several times, turning his hair into a neat little bird's nest.

The system rolled along with him.

[Good morning, host!]

Xie Rong slowly sat up, glanced at the neatly arranged fluffy slippers by the bed, snorted coldly, and got out of bed to brush her teeth in the bathroom.

On the dressing table were brand new toothbrushes and cups, placed side by side with another one. On the towel rack next to them hung two towels side by side, one dark gray and the other orange with an orange pattern embroidered on it.

"He's quite considerate," the system said in a strange tone.

“Maybe he’s just subtly showing off how well he’s doing, and one more of me won’t make a difference,” Xie Rong exhaled foam, staring coldly at himself in the mirror. “The plot says he knew all along that we were getting close to him with ill intentions and that we were just putting on an act.”

"Anyone can act. You think you can outmaneuver me, a mere lead actor?" Xie Rongyue said, his gloomy mist growing thicker, glistening on his eyes.

"The protagonist is bad, the host is good!" the system shouted angrily.

"So the most urgent thing is to make him suffer a little," Xie Rong washed his face, walked out of the room, glanced at the sandwich on the table, poked it with his finger, and found that it was still warm.

Then he wouldn't stand on ceremony.

Xie Rong grabbed the sandwich and walked to the living room, sinking into the sofa and logging into his social media account, which he hadn't used in five years.

The phone screen froze for a moment, and countless unread messages rushed out.

Most of the questions are whether he is there, where he is, and whether he is okay.

Xie Rong marked the post as read with one click and then posted a new message on her WeChat Moments.

The rain in Beijing is still so cold.

The next second, the number of red dots on the comments exceeded one hundred.

How idle are these high school friends, spending their days just browsing their social media feeds?

[Did it come back to life?]

How have you been lately?

[In my lifetime, I cried. I actually waited for this! School beauty, I missed you so much!!]

[When did you get back? You actually came back?!]

[Wait, the floor-to-ceiling window in this photo looks just like that private apartment near the airport, doesn't it? This isn't fair, school beauty! Why did you go to him as soon as you got back? Weren't we best friends? I've been waiting for you all these years.]

Xie Rong replied to the last comment: [I'm staying here temporarily.]

He didn't even need to say anything.

Ten minutes later, the apartment doorbell rang.

And for the next hour, the doorbell didn't stop ringing.

...

At 9 p.m., Lu Baichi drove away from the company and returned to his apartment.

His assistant followed behind him, carrying many things.

At 9:05, Lu Baichi opened the apartment door.

The pungent smell of alcohol hit me in the face.

Lu Baichi turned on the wall light.

The living room was a complete mess, with empty wine bottles, ribbons, and dirty footprints scattered all the way to the kitchen. The leather sofa was piled with snack scraps, and the expensive carpet was covered with undried wine.

Xie Rong sat barefoot on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, his head tilted back, his eyes half-open, glistening with tears. His lips were red from the alcohol, and he groped around on the floor with one hand until he finally found his cigarette under the coffee table. He put it in his mouth and took a deep drag.

He lived a life of debauchery, the alcohol seemingly rotting away his very bones, leaving only a body of decadent, fragrant, and self-indulgent flesh.

At this moment, Lu Baichi felt with absolute clarity that the bright and proud young master of the Xie family in his memory was gradually fading until he was completely overwhelmed by the scene before him.