"Uncle, I'll go first. I have to go back to the army tomorrow morning." Shen Changxing checked the time; it was almost 10 p.m.
He greeted Lu Zhengjing first, then stood up.
Then he raised his eyes to Xie Jinzhou and Bai Feng, signaling that he was about to leave.
He only has one day off. He'll be spending the Spring Festival in the military, and he'll be on duty for the next two or three months, or even half a year, so he's only out tonight to get together.
Lu Zhengjing nodded in agreement: "Okay."
After Shen Changxing left, the talkative Xie Jinzhou couldn't help but speak up, "Now the three of us are the most idle. Changxing is in the army and doesn't get many days of leave a year; not to mention Lao Jiang, he might be busy until New Year's Eve."
"Can Jiang Xiaoer be like us? He's at a crucial stage of his career right now," Bai Feng said, gently swirling his wine glass.
"Bai Xiaosi, do you dare call him 'Xiao Er' in front of Lao Jiang? I think you haven't been taught a lesson by him enough." Xie Jinzhou sneered.
Old Jiang appears to be a quiet and noble young master, with a gentle and kind demeanor, always smiling and approachable. In reality, he is the most cunning and shrewd, on par with Seventh Master.
However, Seventh Master only pretends to be serious and rigid on the surface; he's actually a bit of a scoundrel inside.
Of course, Xie Jinzhou only cursed in his heart; he dared not say it out loud.
Neither of these two are easy to deal with; he can neither beat them in a fight nor win an argument.
From childhood to adulthood, he and Bai Xiaosi were always the ones who were bullied and beaten the most.
"Old Xie, we're all brothers, don't tattle on me." Bai Feng sat up straight, his eyes flashing as he looked at Xie Jinzhou with a fawning expression.
He only shouted it because Jiang Xiaoer wasn't around, just to vent his anger.
Then, looking at Lu Zhengjing sitting in the middle, he raised his chin and eyebrows, and changed the subject jokingly: "Seventh Master, your nephew is gone, stop pretending."
You have such a handsome face; none of the male celebrities in my company can compare to you.
But you insist on putting on a cold, unapproachable face, no wonder people outside have been gossiping about you lately.
"Get out of here." Lu Zhengjing said irritably, glancing sideways at Bai Feng.
He quickly stretched out his long leg and gave a light kick, then leaned his entire upper body back against the chair.
"Hahaha..." Bai Feng instantly retreated to the left, dodging the attack with practiced ease.
Actually, Bai Feng, Xie Jinzhou, and the others were all a little afraid of Lu Zhengjing when they were young.
Back then, they were a group of little boys who spent most of their days playing in the courtyard.
The elders in the family, or the adults in the residential compound, would often say: That's the seventh master of the Lu family. He's of a higher generation than you. You should be polite and greet him.
At that time, Lu Zhengjing was only six or seven years old, but he already had a skillful stern face and looked like a little adult.
But one day, Bai Feng accidentally discovered that Lu Zhengjing only put on a stern face in front of his nephew Changxing.
Once his nephew was out of sight, Lu Zhengjing would secretly turn around, let out a sigh of relief, and his expression would return to normal.
At that moment, noticing that Bai Feng had discovered he was faking it, Lu Zhengjing wrinkled his nose, raised his eyebrows, and gave Bai Feng a fierce look.
Later, as several of Lu's nephews and nieces were born one after another, Lu Zhengjing always kept a stern face in front of the younger generation, acting like a little adult.
Over time, people gradually got used to it, and Lu Zhengjing just had this stereotypical cool face.
"Seventh Master, have you offended someone recently?" Xie Jinzhou felt something was amiss when Bai Feng brought up the rumors again, so he asked.
Because Seventh Master had told them to ignore it and pretend they didn't know, they hadn't asked any questions. But what happened a few days ago was known throughout the entire capital.
"It's nothing, just business associates who wanted to cooperate with my company but failed, so they resorted to underhanded tactics behind my back," Lu Zhengjing said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he shook his head gently.
A week ago, at the year-end banquet for Jingsheng Company's employees, Lu Zhengjing was photographed by reporters: less than five minutes after he left his hotel room, another young man, shirtless, with messy pants and hair, sneaked out of the room.
But in reality, the man was just a temporary hotel employee. He had been drugged and hidden under the bed in the hotel room, and was scheduled to wake up at a set time.
The person behind it all was truly clever, guessing that Lu Zhengjing was rather cautious, a former soldier. If a stranger were hiding in his room, it should have been easy to spot.
That evening, Lu Zhengjing only stayed in the suite's living room for half an hour to rest before heading to the banquet. He did not go into the room to sleep.
When someone is drugged, their breathing becomes very light, almost imperceptible.
Lu Zhengjing did not go into the room, so he did not know that someone was there.
Over the next few days, major newspapers in Beijing reported on this matter, saying that Master Lu, who was not interested in women, was actually a homosexual.
Even though Lu Zhengjing is a member of the Lu family and is privately known as the "Crown Prince," to outsiders, this is an undeniable fact.
Even the Lu family couldn't stop the gossip from outsiders.
Moreover, Lu Zhengjing, in particular, allowed all sorts of rumors and gossip to circulate.
"By the way, Seventh Master, look at this entertainment newspaper. Isn't there something wrong with the funny comic strip in this issue?" Seeing Lu Zhengjing's serious expression, Bai Feng suddenly remembered something and put away his smile.
He picked up a newspaper from the side and handed it to Lu Zhengjing and Xie Jinzhou.
"The arrogant Lu Xiaoqi? This big-headed cartoon drawing looks a bit like you, Master Qi." Xie Jinzhou leaned over to take a look at the title.
The story comic consists of about ten small illustrations, each accompanied by a few sentences.
The most striking line is spoken by the protagonist, Lu Xiaoqi, in a soft and weak voice: "I...I can't do it, I'm just pretending."
"I'm going to find out who wrote this 'Fifth Uncle' novel," Bai Feng said angrily after the two finished reading.
"It's not 'you,' it's the English 'You,' it's 'your fifth uncle.'" Lu Zhengjing frowned slightly; this didn't seem like the work of the person behind the scenes.
"My God, Seventh Master, this guy is really bold, it's blatant provocation!" Xie Jinzhou's expression was a bit unpleasant, but he also wanted to laugh. The picture was really interesting.
Bai Feng, who had read it that morning, suddenly showed interest upon hearing it.
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