Compete with your nemesis to be a prodigal

"Then you said it, how would I know if you didn't tell me?"

"I..." Duan Zhuoheng took a deep breath, looked out of the car, as if recalling, "Do you still remember when I told you that I suspected that my mother's death was not an accident?"

Hearing his mention of his mother, Lu Bingwen sat up straight and became serious: "Of course I remember, but didn't Duan Yuming investigate at that time, the driver was drunk and had a drug record, so he hit someone when he was unconscious."

"Unconscious?" Duan Zhuoheng chuckled lightly, took out his phone, took out a photo from the album and showed it to him, "I received it on my 18th birthday."

Lu Bingwen took the phone. It was a photo similar to a candid photo. The pixels were not high and it looked very blurry, but after zooming in, it was still possible to vaguely see a young woman in the middle of the photo, standing on the side of the road. The location of the photo was far away from her. Still some distance away, like in a car in the middle of the road.

"The woman in the photo is my mother. She wore a floral dress before going out that day. She said she was going to meet someone, and then she never came back."

Could this be the photo taken on the day she died?

A terrifying thought came to Lu Bingwen's mind, and he couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine: "Are you suspecting that the person who sent you the photo is the murderer?"

Duan Zhuoheng nodded.

"However, since he had already deceived Duan Yuming back then, why did he insist on sending you a photo after so many years? Isn't this causing trouble for himself?"

"Because—she's threatening me."

Duan Zhuoheng clenched his right hand on the trunk into a fist and looked at Lu Bingwen.

"Threatening you? Threatening you what?"

Lu Bingwen couldn't figure it out, if it was Duan Zhuoheng today, he might still have the value of being threatened by others, but seven years ago, he was just a student, so he really had no value worthy of being threatened by others.

Duan Zhuoheng looked at him: "I thought so too at first, until a few days later, I received another photo."

"What? Also?!"

Lu Bingwen flicked on the screen, and sure enough, another photo with a similar style to the previous one appeared, but this time the pixels were significantly better, and the protagonist in the photo was very familiar to Lu Bingwen.

Because, it is himself.

"My Photo……"

Lu Bingwen zoomed in on the photo several times, and after confirming that the boy in the school uniform in the photo was himself, he suddenly thought of something in his mind, and remembered something.

Not long after Duan Zhuoheng's birthday, he had a car accident on his way to school.

Fortunately, the drivers of the Lu family were all selected from thousands of people, and their driving skills were very good. Before the out-of-control truck hit the opposite side, the driver noticed the danger in time and avoided it. Lu Bingwen was only slightly injured in the end.

At that time, Lao Lu was also suspicious, thinking that it was an enemy in the mall, so he searched hard, but the final result was that the truck driver was driving tired, and nothing else was found.

Duan Zhuoheng saw Lu Bingwen's face suddenly changed, and knew that he had thought of it.

"Ten minutes after I received this photo, you were in a car accident. He was warning me to stay away from you, otherwise, you will end up like my mother."

"TA, who is it?"

After living for so many years, Lu Bingwen felt a biting cold all over his body for the first time.

Duan Zhuoheng held Lu Bingwen's somewhat cold hand, and said in a deep voice, "He is the one you think of."

"How is it possible..." Lu Bingwen subconsciously wanted to deny it, but then he thought, besides that person, who else would have escaped from Duan Yuming's hands?

"It seems that Duan Yuming doesn't have feelings for his wife like the rumors say?"

"Emotions?" Duan Zhuoheng sneered, "He's not for Wu Ting, he's always been for himself. The year my mother passed away, just in time for Qirun's listing, so for his company and his reputation, even if Knowing who did it, he chose to conceal it. It was the same when you were in a car accident, because he was afraid that the incident would affect the relationship with the Lu family, so he chose to help Wu Ting conceal it again."

After hearing this, Lu Bingwen couldn't help sighing. As expected of his wife who has been married for decades, Wu Ting is the person who knows Duan Yuming best in the world. He achieves his goal.

For the first time, Duan Zhuoheng's mother was bought by murder, but she probably didn't expect that even if the woman died, Duan Zhuoheng was still taken home by Duan Yuming, and as she got older, she became more and more loved by Duan Yuming. He got mixed up with himself, the heir of the Lu family, and might threaten Duan Zhuohao's status at any time.

Thinking about it carefully, Lu Bingwen felt that Wu Ting's real purpose in that car accident was not to get rid of him at all. Unlike the Duan family, Lao Lu only had his own son. If something happened to him, he could imagine what would happen. Uproar, she is smart enough not to take a chance.

Therefore, rather than saying that she wanted to do something to herself, it was better to say that the car accident was Wu Ting's trick to deal with Duan Zhuoheng from the beginning to the end.

Because of that car accident, even if Duan Yuming coveted the benefits brought by the strong alliance with the Lu family, he had to choose to give up this secret that might explode at any time.

It was also because of this car accident that the young Duan Zhuoheng had to make a choice between fighting for power and the people around him, and he chose to go abroad.

"So, why didn't you tell me these things earlier?" Lu Bingwen looked at him, "If you had trusted me a little more and told me when you received the first photo, many of the following things might have happened. It won't happen."

In these years, no one has regretted it more than Duan Zhuoheng.

His eyes were slightly red, he closed his lips tightly, and shook his head slowly: "I was really scared at the time, I was afraid that I would hurt you, and that you would never come back like my mother..."

His words were choked with sobs, Lu Bingwen heard it in his ears, and his heart trembled, but he continued to ask: "Then why are you willing to tell me now?"

Although Duan Yuming is now in the ICU, Wu Ting still stays in Qirun and has great power.

According to Duan Zhuoheng's previous logic, she might pose a threat to herself at any time, but what is different from seven years ago is that she no longer has the golden medal of avoiding death as the heir of the Lu family.

Duan Zhuoheng took a deep look at him, restrained his emotions and said in a shy voice, "Because, I'm more afraid of losing you."

"It was my fault that I left without saying goodbye. I was young at the time, and I was too self-righteous. I liked to take everything on myself. I thought that even if I left, you would only be sad for a few days, and you would be fine. Maybe you would like it. Fuck someone else and forget about me..."

"You think..." Lu Bingwen looked at him, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, "Do you think you are very great? Really great? But don't forget, I have been protecting you since childhood You! Do you think, do you think my Lu family will be afraid of Wu Ting?!"

"I know I was wrong, I'm sorry, Wenwen, I shouldn't be self-assertive, I shouldn't be self-righteous..."

Duan Zhuoheng had long realized his mistake, and kept apologizing, his eyes became more and more red, and the right hand covering the back of Lu Bingwen's hand also began to tremble slightly.

Although Lu Bingwen was stubborn, seeing him like this actually made him feel uncomfortable, but if he forgave him so easily, he felt it was unfair to him.

After hesitating for a while, Lu Bingwen withdrew his hand from Duan Zhuoheng's palm, raised his hand to stop before Duan Zhuoheng was even more aggrieved: "Stop, don't do this, I'm upset."

Duan Zhuoheng was slightly taken aback, lowering his eyes and lowering his head, trying to restrain his emotions.

Lu Bingwen turned his gaze out of the window, heard that he was breathing steadily, and his emotions had almost calmed down, so he cleared his throat: "I'm hungry, let's eat first."

While the two of them were talking in the car just now, there were fewer and fewer students at the school gate. The regular school students returned home, and most of the boarding students also returned to school for evening self-study. Only a few slow-moving ones were still wandering on the road.

The food street next to the school was much bigger than when they were in school, but Lu Bingwen still saw a familiar store at a glance, and said to Duan Zhuoheng beside him, "Let's go eat ramen."

Of course Duan Zhuoheng followed him in everything now, nodded and followed into the ramen shop.

Greeting the boss for two bowls of beef noodles, when the noodles were brought to the table, Lu Bingwen smiled at Duan Zhuoheng for the first time today.

Duan Zhuoheng was a little surprised and looked at him in surprise.

Lu Bingwen didn't hide anything, looked at him and said, "Suddenly remembered something from the past."

Duan Zhuoheng understood, and followed him to start recalling: "I remember that Uncle Lu always asked the chef at home to prepare meals for you to send to school, but you just don't like to eat, and every time you bring it, you share it with your classmates. Then ask me to come out and buy you the roadside stall that Uncle Lu doesn’t allow you to eat. You couldn’t get tired of eating beef noodles at that time. His business is good, so every time I come out, I have to skip half a class Come line up."

"What, wronged? You don't want to?" Lu Bingwen raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, of course I am willing, how could it be a grievance to buy you food!"

Duan Zhuoheng had a strong desire to survive, so he helped Lu Bingwen break off the disposable chopsticks and stuff them into his hand: "Taste quickly to see if the taste is the same as before."

Lu Bingwen was very satisfied with his attitude, raised the corner of his mouth in a flash, then lowered his head to taste the noodles in the bowl.

"Well, it's not bad, it's the taste in memory."

After eating, Duan Zhuoheng didn't want to go home directly, so he took Lu Bingwen into the school while there was no one on the campus for evening self-study.

After so many years, the alma mater has been renovated several times and added a few tall buildings, but the two still found the way to the playground very tacitly.

As early as when they were eating just now, night had already fallen quietly. At this time, except for a few street lights near the runway near the teaching building, most of the playground had been hidden in the darkness.

Such an atmosphere not only reminded Duan Zhuoheng of the last time he and Lu Bingwen escaped the evening self-study together and came out to visit the playground.

That day, under such a dim light, Lu Bingwen kissed the corner of his mouth for the first time.