Traveling through the Immortal Realm: Starting from Becoming a Top-Level Furnace Cauldron

Dinner time.

The long dining table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and the silver cutlery gleamed.

Lu Yuguan felt uncomfortable sitting in his wheelchair.

Zhong's parents sat upright, their gazes fixed on him like searchlights.

silence.

There was only the occasional sound of knives and forks clattering against plates.

Lu Yuguan lowered his head and mechanically cut the steak on his plate.

The meat was tender and juicy, but when he chewed it, it tasted like cardboard.

"cough."

Zhong Ziwei cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"Dad, mom."

"Yu Guan has just regained consciousness and his body is still recovering."

His voice was gentle, yet firm in its defense: "I hope you won't be too demanding."

Mr. Zhong put down his knife and fork with a loud thud, his face so dark it could drip water.

"Too demanding?"

He snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over Lu Yuguan before finally settling on his son's face.

"What did I say back then?"

"I told you to marry Miss Su. It's a perfect match, and with both families working together, your careers can reach new heights!"

He became increasingly angry as he spoke, and his breathing became heavier.

"But what about you!"

"She turned around and ran away with another man to get married abroad!"

"This is absolutely infuriating!"

Mr. Zhong slammed his hand on the table, making the cups and plates rattle loudly.

Lu Yuguan shuddered in fright, and the piece of meat on his fork fell back into the plate. He cautiously raised his eyes to observe Zhong Ziwei's expression.

Zhong Ziwei lowered his eyes, his jawline taut.

He didn't speak.

He simply gripped the knife in his hand more tightly.

Lu Yu's heart pounded with anxiety, and she dared not utter a sound.

Aunt Zhong sighed, her tone softening and offering words of comfort.

"Ziwei."

"Mom knows you have your own ideas."

"But no matter what... you still have to leave an heir for the family!"

Her gaze toward Lu Yuguan was complex, containing both helplessness and a hint of resentment.

"What kind of person are you... not having children, and messing around with men...?"

"mom!"

Zhong Ziwei abruptly interrupted her, his voice rising several decibels, clearly filled with anger.

"Yuguan Pass is also here."

"Please watch your words."

Mr. Zhong's temper flared up again.

"Notice?"

"If you hadn't insisted on inviting us to this meal, who would have wanted to come?"

He glared at Zhong Ziwei, refusing to budge an inch.

"Since you've invited us here, you'll have to put up with our temper!"

As Lu Yuguan listened, he gradually understood.

Oh.

So tonight's dinner was a special occasion for Zhong Ziwei's parents to come and scold him.

He lowered his head, staring at the cold steak on his plate, completely losing his appetite.

I feel a bit upset.

I also felt a little inexplicably wronged.

Even though I know it's an illusion, being pointed at and insulted like that still feels really bad.

"enough."

Zhong Ziwei's voice was as cold as ice.

He put down his napkin and stood up, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a harsh sound.

"I don't think this meal is necessary."

He walked behind Lu Yuguan and grasped the armrest of the wheelchair.

"let's go."

"you!"

Mr. Zhong was so angry that his face turned ashen. He pointed at his retreating figure and said, "You dare to leave and see what happens!"

Zhong Ziwei seemed not to hear, and pushed Lu Yuguan straight out of the restaurant.

"Inverted!"

"It's really outrageous!"

Zhong's father's angry roar came from behind.

"You'd abandon your parents for someone like that?!"

The faint sound of Zhong's mother's tearful words of persuasion could be heard.

"Old Zhong, say less..."

"Ziwei! Come back!"

Lu Yuguan huddled in his wheelchair, not daring to turn around.

He could feel Zhong Ziwei's hands pushing the wheelchair; they were taut and forceful.

The dimly lit corridor cast long shadows on the two of them.

The hustle and bustle behind us was left far behind.

The arguing in the restaurant gradually faded away, leaving only the faint sound of wheelchairs rolling across the floor and the suppressed breathing of the diners.

Zhong Ziwei remained silent the entire way.

Lu Yuguan secretly peeked at his blurry profile through the reflection of the metal trim next to the wheelchair.

Return to the bedroom.

Zhong Ziwei pushed him to the window, then walked to the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Lu Yuguan watched his retreating figure, opened his mouth as if to say something.

comfort?

Or is this an inquiry?

In the end, he said nothing.

Dusk was settling in outside the window.

The streetlights in the manor lit up one by one, spreading out warm yellow hues, but they couldn't dispel the condensation inside.

After a while, Zhong Ziwei turned around. His face had returned to calm, but there was still a trace of fatigue in his eyes.

He walked up to Lu Yuguan, squatted down, and looked him in the eye.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, “I shouldn’t have let you hear this.”

Lu Yuguan looked at his face, which was so close to hers, and shook her head.

"fine."

He paused, then asked hesitantly.

"Do you...do this often?"

Zhong Ziwei tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a bitter smile.

"got used to."

He reached out and gently tidied Lu Yuguan's slightly messy hair on his forehead.

"Don't think too much."

"I will handle everything."

His fingertips were a little cool, and when they touched my skin, they caused a slight itch.

Looking into the gentle light in his eyes, Lu Yuguan felt her grievances and discomfort lessened, but more doubts arose.

This illusion is too real.

Even the details in family dramas are so meticulously crafted?

"Ziwei".

He couldn't help but call out again.

"Ok?"

"Have we... really been married for a long time?"

Zhong Ziwei stared into his eyes but did not answer immediately.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice low and deep.

"A long time."

"If you're tired, get some rest."

Zhong Ziwei stood up, ending the conversation.

“I’m in the study next door.”

"Call me something."

He gave Lu Yuguan a deep look, then turned and left.

The door closed gently, and the bedroom returned to silence.

Lu Yuguan sat alone in his wheelchair, gazing at the deep night outside the window.

My mind is in turmoil.

The accusations from Zhong's parents.

Zhong Ziwei's maintenance.

And then there are those words that cannot be ignored.

as well as……

Zhong Ziwei had a bitter look in his eyes.

all of these.

what is the problem?

"Tong-chan..."

He spoke softly to the air again.

"If you don't say anything..."

"I'm starting to wonder if I've gone mad all along?"

"Or is it that... what we're experiencing now is the real reality?"

No one responded.

Only the rustling sound of the evening breeze through the treetops in the courtyard could be heard.

It was so clear it was unsettling.

*

In the middle of the night, Lu Yuguan woke up groggily and saw that the study light was on.

He's still awake?

Lu Yu's heart pounded with anxiety. She quietly moved her wheelchair and gently made her way to the study.

Through the crack in the door, Zhong Ziwei was lying on the desk, with a thick stack of documents under his face.

"It seems his company is very busy."

Lu Yu felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

Any girl would be incredibly happy to have a successful and warm-hearted man like Zhong Ziwei as her husband.

Lu Yuguan, feeling a surge of kindness, went back to his bedroom, grabbed a blanket, and tiptoed inside.

"Tsk..."

"Seriously, he's no wonder he's the school heartthrob, he's really good-looking."

Lu Yuguan muttered enviously.

He was about to drape a blanket over Zhong Ziwei, but his eyes were fixed on the documents on the table.

……

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