Chapter 92 - Chapter 92: The Encounter of a Crazy Man
Chapter 92: The Encounter of a Crazy Man
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
He covered her eyes, but he couldn’t conceal his softness. He couldn’t resist Gu Ci’s gaze, so affectionate and greedy, as if he were the only color in the world for her.
No one can resist the focused gaze of their beloved.
Gu Ci fell asleep, and Lu Zhiyuan released his hand. Gently, he brushed the hair from her cheek. After Gu Ci confessed her feelings, he had been avoiding her.
“Gu Ci…” Lu Zhiyuan’s voice was deep and gentle. “I know you are Gu Ci.”
But we can’t be together!
There was always a line between them that he dared not cross. That day, when Gu Ci confessed, in that moment, he wanted to cross that line.
“I can achieve anything for you, even sacrifice everything for you, but I can’t cross that line.”
Gu Ci woke up from a deep sleep, her high fever still not subsiding. Dr. Li from the medical team came up, gave her a fever-reducing injection, and started an IV. Gu Ci’s temperature was still at 39°C. Lu Zhiyuan’s expression turned displeased. “Who caused you to fall ill?”
Gu Ci looked at him with a faint gaze. Lu Zhiyuan squinted his eyes. “He pushed you into the water and caused you to have a high fever. Are you protecting him?”
She lowered her head, unwilling to speak.
A fiery anger burned within Lu Zhiyuan. Gu Ci hooked her finger around his. “I will seek revenge for you.”
She sat up in a hurry and started coughing. Lu Zhiyuan hurriedly held her down. “Lie down and don’t move.”
She weakly lay back down. With a high fever, she had no appetite. Her taste buds changed, and everything she ate tasted bad. Gu Ci didn’t force herself and slept through the morning. In the afternoon, she felt much better and couldn’t sleep. Gu Ci said, “Lu Zhiyuan, I want to hear you play the violin.”
“Sure!”
Lu Zhiyuan took Gu Ci’s violin and sat in front of her. After a brief thought, he played a classical violin piece with a Western theatrical flavor, incorporating classical rhythms. It was different from the melody of the Butterfly Lovers, more solemn and majestic, lacking the sorrow and desolation. It was more like a stirring battle hymn.
Gu Ci tightly held onto the bedsheet, looking at Lu Zhiyuan in disbelief.
This was the song that Lu Zhiyuan used to play frequently in their past life.
Every time he played it, it was at night.
It was Third Master!
She curled her lips, her speculation proving to be correct. They were not some sort of split personality. Otherwise, Third Master wouldn’t be able to replace Lu Zhiyuan in racing, and Lu Zhiyuan wouldn’t know Third Master’s songs.
They were the same person!
But why?
They didn’t seem like performing personalities. She searched through all the psychiatric disorders but couldn’t find an accurate term. Could it be that he had a unique mental illness in the world?
As one piece of music finished, Gu Ci came back to her senses and applauded sincerely. She knew how high Lu Zhiyuan’s skill level was since she played the violin herself. It was at a world-class level.
But Lu Zhiyuan was always focused on racing. He raced all day long, so he couldn’t possibly have time to practice the violin.
“I’ve practiced for more than ten years, but I’m still not as good as you.” Gu Ci chuckled.
“That’s called talent.” Lu Zhiyuan was confident and proud, exuding a dazzling light. “What else do you want to hear? You’re allowed to make requests.”
Gu Ci didn’t hold back and requested several songs. Lu Zhiyuan also collected himself and played for her. Despite being sick, Gu Ci’s spirit was high. Liu Yu and He Miaomiao both cared about her illness, and Gu Ci gave them a simple reply, assuring them that she was fine.
When Gu Ziyu returned home, he heard the sound of music. Upon entering, he saw Gu Ci lying on the bed and became anxious.
“Mom, how did you get sick?” Gu Ziyu ran over and placed his hand on her forehead. “Mom, you’re burning up.”
Gu Ci remained silent.
The music abruptly stopped, and Lu Zhiyuan hesitated, squinting his eyes. “Mom?”
Gu Ziyu stiffly turned his head and saw Lu Zhiyuan, his face unusually filled with the confusion and helplessness of a child. Why was Dad here? He thought Mom was listening to music.
Gu Ci struggled to explain, “I… intended to raise Ziyu as my son.”
Gu Ziyu nodded earnestly, his tender face displaying sincerity without deception.
Lu Zhiyuan smiled. He put down the violin and walked over, looking down at Gu Ci and Gu Ziyu. Little Ziyu instinctively leaned against Gu Ci.
“Gu Ziyu, you do bear some resemblance to Gu Ci…” Lu Zhiyuan carefully examined Gu Ziyu’s face for the first time. Apart from the strikingly similar peach blossom eyes, the overall features and mouth were particularly reminiscent of Gu Ci.
Gu Ci had a smiling mouth, with round and plump lips, and Gu Ziyu had the same.
“We have a connection.” Gu Ci felt at a loss for words. She couldn’t continue to make up excuses. She tactically coughed, causing pain in her lungs. Lu Zhiyuan noticed and hurriedly poured her a glass of water. Gu Ziyu comfortingly patted her back. “Sis, are you okay?”
Gu Ci shook her head, took the glass of water from Lu Zhiyuan, and drank. She felt much better.
Lu Zhiyuan asked, “Little Milk Bun, you call her Mom. What will you call me?”
Gu Ziyu tentatively called out, “Dad?”
Lu Zhiyuan’s expression froze.
The atmosphere became delicate. Lu Zhiyuan was unexpectedly softened.
He looked at Gu Ziyu, who was becoming more and more like his and Gu Ci’s son if they were ten years older.
Gu Ci sensed his deep contemplation, and her face gradually became serious. She felt extremely nervous. Gu Ziyu also showed some unusual tension as he held Gu Ci’s hand.
“My son, you will definitely be well-behaved, adorable, and sensible.” Lu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow. “So let’s still consider you as my little brother.”
Gu Ziyu took a deep breath and smiled. “Am I not well-behaved, adorable, or sensible?”
Gu Ci let out a sigh of relief. It was good that Lu Zhiyuan didn’t suspect anything, or else she wouldn’t know how to explain.
“Tea is just tea.”
“With a genius son like me, you’ll be fortunate!” Gu Ziyu looked up, extremely arrogant. “You should be grateful and know your place.”
Lu Zhiyuan was led astray by Gu Ziyu’s words. “Then I’ll definitely live many fewer years.”
As those words came out, Gu Ci and Gu Ziyu stared at him abruptly.
Lu Zhiyuan had accurately stepped on Gu Ziyu’s landmine.
Gu Ziyu’s expression turned dark, no longer able to pretend to be cute and lovable. He became gloomy, like a little devil. “What do you mean? Am 1 going to kill you?”
Gu Ci hugged Gu Ziyu, trying to comfort him. “Ziyu, what did you have for lunch?”
Gu Ziyu didn’t answer Gu Ci. He looked directly at Lu Zhiyuan, his tone not at all like that of a six-year-old child. “I’m asking you, Lu Zhiyuan?”
Lu Zhiyuan squinted his eyes. He couldn’t understand Gu Ci’s nervousness or the madness he saw in Gu Ziyu’s eyes. It was just a joke, so why did Gu Ziyu react this way?
Gu Ci rubbed Gu Ziyu’s back, unable to hold back her concern for him. “Lu Zhiyuan, please go upstairs first.”
“Don’t you dare leave!” Gu Ziyu’s eyes turned slightly red. “Explain clearly. What do you mean? Am 1 going to kill you?”
“Little Milk Bun, it was just a joke. Why are you reacting like this?” Lu Zhiyuan felt a strange and difficult-to-conceal emotion. He even felt a pang of heartache from seeing Gu Ziyu’s expression.
It was the first time he had seen such a vivid expression from Gu Ziyu.
“Am I going to kill you?” Gu Ziyu sounded a bit crazy, with curses from their past life filling his mind.. “Is that true?”