Bite Your Fingertips (BL) (Complete)

Chapter 83.2 - His Chu Yu (2)

Translator: Xena
Editor: meowmiao

Trigger Warning: If you didn't see anything in the last chapter, it's probably here...

The car stopped.

In the back seat of the closed carriage, Lu Shi left from the side of Chu Yu's neck, lowered his black eyes, and tidied up Chu Yu's messy collar.

The two got out of the car.

Yangyi Hospital was a high-end medical institution chain under the Lu family with extremely strong privacy. In order to block the news that Lu Zhaohe had been hospitalized, the small building where Lu Zhaohe's ward was located had been directly sealed off.

Arriving at the door of the ward, Chu Yu stopped and asked Lu Shi, "I'll wait for you outside?"

Lu Shi's eyes fell on the closed door of the ward. In his pitch-black eyes, it seemed as if a dark flame had been ignited in a frozen thousand mile river.

He retracted his gaze and looked down at Chu Yu's lips, which seemed moist with water. Suddenly and without warning, he reached out and embraced the person in his arms.

With great strength and a seamless fit.

Chu Yu let him hug.

With his chin resting on Lu Shi's shoulder, he looked at the bodyguards in black on both sides of the corridor with their heads down then the snow-white walls of the hospital, and finally reached out and patted Lu Shi's back. "It's almost over."

Just hold on, it's almost over.

One black-clothed bodyguard standing in front of the ward bowed his head to greet Lu Shi, stretched out his hand and opened the door of the ward.

Lu Shi stepped on the light-colored carpet. He walked in as the door of the ward closed behind him.

Inside the ward, heavy curtains were drawn tightly, rendering any ray of light outside the window unable to come through. The lighting was so dim that the decorations in the corners were shrouded by layers of shadows.

Lu Shi's gaze was fixed. He walked to the bedside, but didn't sit down in the bedside chair.

He was staring carefully at Lu Zhaohe.

In the past, Lu Zhaohe was a person he admired. Never straying in the face of interests and disasters, as if he could live for a long time and could always support the Lu family.

Now, Lu Zhaohe lay on a hospital bed, his body partially paralyzed because of a stroke, and the corners of his eyes and lips were drooping down, full of wrinkles. He aged by dozens of years overnight, and had one foot in the grave.

Hearing the sound, Lu Zhaohe slowly opened his eyes. He had difficulty seeing in one eye and his vision was cloudy. One has to look closely to get a glimpse of the overwhelming grandeur of his during his peak.

Lu Shi stood by the bed, letting his black shadow fall onto the bed.

His words were clear. "I'm back."

Lu Zhaohe stared at Lu Shi's face, his pupils shrunk, gradually becoming fearful. His lips opened, he wanted to say something, but he only managed to utter difficult 'hua' sounds, vague and unintelligible.

Lu Shi looked straight into Lu Zhaohe's eyes. "Thank you for helping me deal with Fang Weishan, it saved me a lot of trouble."

The corners of his lips curled into a sneer. "Of course, thank you and Lu Shaochu for solving Fang Weiyun for me too. The death penalty is also considered life for a life, don't you think so?"