After the Little Fool Was Targeted by the Paranoid Villain 24

Chapter 24

Lu Lin had gone to court today, and Lu Mian received a visiting card from Wu Xingwen. So he waited at home for him to arrive.

After lunch, Lu Mian was sitting on a rattan chair in the courtyard, swinging back and forth. Soon, Wu Xingwen arrived.

Tao Rouxuan’s courtyard was quite large. The Emperor had specifically ordered palace artisans to design it, so it had a unique style. Lu Mian, sitting in the courtyard, could see Wu Xingwen approaching through the flower-shaped archway. He saw him pass the artificial rocks, cross the floating bridge, and as he was about to step onto the covered walkway, his foot slipped.

Lu Mian: OnO!!!

He immediately stood up, muttering, “Hope he’s okay… ah, no, hope he’s not hurt.”

Wu Xingwen almost fell, but fortunately, the servant behind him caught him.

Lu Mian: “Lucky escape.”

A-Qing and A-Ping, standing nearby, ready to push the rattan chair, exchanged glances. They thought Wu Xingwen had just slipped; it wasn’t life-threatening.

After a while, Wu Xingwen, who had had a “lucky escape,” finally arrived and sat down, sighing loudly.

Lu Mian turned to look at him.

Wu Xingwen met his gaze and suddenly said softly, “Do you think… should I apologize to Lu Lin?” He had been feeling uneasy recently because his father had been mentioning Lu Lin, full of praise.

He had also heard that the Emperor favored Lu Lin, and even the other princes were trying to win him over. He could potentially be made a marquis or a prime minister in the future, so he should apologize.

He knew that he had always treated Lu Lin with disdain. If Lu Lin decided to seek revenge or his father found out what he had done, he would be in big trouble.

“Yes.” Lu Mian nodded seriously.

Although Wu Xingwen’s actions had been influenced by the original owner, Lu Lin had still been hurt by them.

Even if he wasn’t in a relationship with Lu Lin now, Lu Mian felt that an apology was in order. Besides, he was now with Lu Lin; he felt protective of him.

But he couldn’t be too protective.

Lu Lin was always looking for an opportunity to tease him, Lu Mian thought.

Wu Xingwen, hearing his affirmation, hesitated before looking at Lu Mian. “Lu-xiong, you have to help me.”

Lu Mian paused. “Helping you would only harm you.”

Wu Xingwen’s face was blank, not understanding his meaning.

Lu Mian didn’t explain further. He knew better than anyone how jealous Lu Lin could be.

Thinking about the last time he had gone to the General’s residence, just for talking to Chu Bai Xu, Lu Lin had pinched his waist that night, then forced him to face him, looking at him with possessiveness.

In the end, Wu Xingwen had no choice but to leave. But he didn’t leave in a hurry. He had come to see Lu Lin, after all, and he didn’t leave until almost afternoon.

Lu Mian stood up, intending to see him off, and glanced towards the gate. A familiar, tall figure came into view, and he felt a jolt of alarm.

By the time Lu Mian reacted, he felt a weight on his shoulder.

He slowly turned his head and saw that Wu Xingwen’s hand was resting on his shoulder. The gaze coming from behind was cold. Lu Mian’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly brushed him away.

Wu Xingwen, pushed aside, looked confused. Seeing Lu Mian move away, he felt like he had been rejected. He wanted to move closer again. “Lu-xiong…”

Lu Mian shouted. “Don’t come near me!”

He took three steps back to show that Wu Xingwen had approached him first, and looked at the person in the distance.

Lu Lin strode towards them, his expression stern, his eyes dark.

Just seeing his face, Lu Mian felt his spine tingle, the fear of being bitten in the neck rising again. In fact, Lu Lin had kissed his neck more than once…

Wu Xingwen, feeling dejected, looked at Lu Mian, catching a glimpse of a figure approaching. He immediately fell silent.

After not seeing him for a while, Lu Lin’s aura was even more imposing than before. The natural authority reminded him of his father… no, his grandfather, a kind of power that he, a spoiled son of a wealthy family who only cared about eating and having fun, couldn’t compare to.

As Lu Lin approached, Wu Xingwen instinctively shrank behind Lu Mian.

His retreat made Lu Lin’s aura even colder, his eyes turning dark as he glanced at Wu Xingwen.

Wu Xingwen shivered. “L-Lord Lu, you… how…” He wanted to ask why he was here, but then he remembered that Lu Lin and Lu Mian had been spending time together recently, and their relationship seemed even closer than with Chu Bai Xu.

Thinking this, maybe…

Perhaps they weren’t the best people for Lu Mian.

As Wu Xingwen was thinking, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he looked up to see Lu Mian gone.

The oppressive gaze was finally withdrawn, and he slowly relaxed.

Lu Mian was tugging at Lu Lin’s sleeve, his fingers caressing it, and without any intention of hiding it.

Lu Lin’s actions were subtle, just beyond Wu Xingwen’s field of vision, but Lu Mian still felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He couldn’t help but glance at the person beside him, his eyelashes slightly wet and glistening. Lu Lin stared for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

The next moment, Lu Mian’s eyes widened.

Lu Lin, he had really put his hand inside his sleeve!

Hidden beneath his robes, Lu Lin’s hand was moving freely.

Lu Mian bit his lip to keep from making an embarrassing sound.

Then, Lu Lin stopped and discreetly shielded him with his body.

He had been distracted for a moment, but at this crucial moment, Lu Lin knew where to draw the line.

He wouldn’t let anyone see this side of Lu Mian. This was Lu Mian, and he was the only one who could see him like this.

Wu Xingwen stood across from them, feeling an inexplicable pressure.

Lu Lin’s gaze fell on him again, as if asking why he hadn’t left yet.

Wu Xingwen choked, then said awkwardly, “I apologize for offending you before, Lord Lu. It was all my fault, please forgive me.”

Lu Mian, having recovered a bit, whispered to Lu Lin. “Wu Xingwen came today to apologize to me.”

Lu Lin looked at him. “Mm.”

Wu Xingwen thought that was his response to him and finally relaxed. “Since Lord Lu is willing to forgive me, I’ll host a dinner at Xun Le Pavilion tomorrow during the rest day, as a way to apologize.”

Hearing this, Lu Mian popped his head out, “Okay, okay!”

Lu Lin pushed him back with his finger.

Lu Mian quietly retreated, then poked Lu Lin’s back, urging him to agree.

Lu Lin withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly to Wu Xingwen.

Having received his agreement, Wu Xingwen left happily. He would have to have a few more drinks tomorrow to make up for his past mistakes.

Wu Xingwen’s back looked guilty as he left the courtyard.

As soon as he left, A-Qing and A-Ping followed him out. When the courtyard was empty, Lu Mian was immediately pulled into a hug.

Lu Lin had said he was going to learn martial arts from Chu Bai Xu, and he had indeed gone to learn. His arms were now stronger, and even through his clothes, Lu Mian could feel the firm muscles beneath.

Lu Mian lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the ground. “What are you doing?”

Lu Lin looked at him, his voice husky, his grip tightening slightly. “What do you think I’m doing?”

Before his words finished, he had already carried Lu Mian into the room, his stride steady.

The night passed uneventfully. The next day, Wu Xingwen hosted a banquet to apologize to Lu Lin, but Lu Mian didn’t come. Facing Lu Lin alone, he could only drink nervously, not daring to make a sound, wondering what had happened.

Why hadn’t Lu Mian come?

After finally finishing the meal, Wu Xingwen breathed a sigh of relief and fled.

He had learned that it was better not to offend Lu Lin, this man’s aura alone was enough to scare him.

After parting ways with Wu Xingwen,

Lu Lin went straight to the Tao residence. Tao Rouxuan had been summoned to the palace today and wasn’t there. He went to Lu Mian’s room, the servants outside the courtyard not daring to stop him.

The room was dark. The windows were closed tight, and only the soft sound of breathing could be heard.

As he got closer, Lu Lin saw Lu Mian lying on the bed, fast asleep, his eyebrows twitching occasionally, muttering, “Lu Lin… you pervert, don’t tie me up.”

The “pervert” Lu Lin chuckled softly, reaching under the covers to pull Lu Mian’s wrist, his hand warm in the covers. His fingers curled into a fist, as if ready to punch anyone who offended him. The marks on his wrist were clearly visible beneath his sleeve.

Seeing this, Lu Lin thought he deserved the name.

“Mian Mian was right,” he said softly, his voice low and gentle.

Perhaps because the voice was so familiar, Lu Mian stirred, curling up into a ball.

Then he murmured, “No, I can’t.”

Lu Lin’s eyes instantly darkened. He followed his words. “You can.”

Lu Mian was startled and opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Lu Lin’s. Lu Lin immediately leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“You’ve worked hard,” Lu Lin said, pulling him into his arms, sighing softly. “My Mian Mian.”