After Wen Ruyu took back his phone, he lowered his gaze and looked at the post. In the end, he did nothing.

With this, those people’s attention would likely no longer be focused on Fu Qingfeng.

And even if it still was, with that threat he had made—living and dying together with Fu Qingfeng—Chu Junheng would protect him properly.

At the very least, this could eliminate most of the possibility of Fu Qingfeng being killed by him.

Wen Ruyu quietly lowered his eyes. His long eyelashes cast a faint shadow beneath them, perfectly concealing the thoughts in his gaze.

But in Chu Junheng’s eyes, he simply looked lost, as if he could not bear to part with Fu Qingfeng.

Chu Junheng’s eyes darkened slightly. Looking at his delicate profile, his fingers lightly traced his slender waist. His tone carried an unquestionable possessiveness and obsession.

“Since you’re my boyfriend now, you should behave. Stay away from those improper people.”

Wen Ruyu’s lashes trembled slightly. He pressed his lips together and said nothing, his lowered gaze hiding all emotion.

As if he no longer had even the strength to resist.

Seeing his quiet and obedient appearance, the cold rigidity around Chu Junheng softened slightly. He lowered his head and gently kissed the reddened corner of Wen Ruyu’s eye, the movement carrying rare tenderness.

“From now on, if you want to add anyone as a contact, you need my permission first.”

Of course, he would never give that permission.

Chu Junheng reached into Wen Ruyu’s pocket again and took out the ruby ring. His voice was low, commanding.

“Give me your hand.”

Wen Ruyu’s pale fingers curled slightly, but he still obediently extended his hand. His long, slender fingers looked especially beautiful under the light.

Chu Junheng held his hand and put the ring back onto his middle finger. The cool touch pressed against his skin, bringing a faint sense of discomfort.

But this time, he did not resist.

“Don’t take it off again,” Chu Junheng instructed in a low voice, leaving no room for refusal.

Wen Ruyu lowered his gaze to the ring and softly responded, “Mm.”

Chu Junheng’s lips curved in satisfaction. Without changing posture, he lifted Wen Ruyu directly into his arms.

Caught off guard, Wen Ruyu felt a sudden sense of weightlessness. Panic flickered in his eyes as he instinctively wrapped his arms around Chu Junheng’s neck.

“What are you doing?”

“Going home,” Chu Junheng replied calmly.

Wen Ruyu: “...?”

As if noticing his confusion, Chu Junheng chuckled softly, his tone casual and teasing.

“You don’t actually think I live in the dorm because I like it, do you?”

Wen Ruyu pressed his lips together and loosened his grip on Chu Junheng’s neck, struggling to get down.

“Then you can go back first.”

Chu Junheng showed no intention of letting go. Holding him firmly, he turned and walked out of the dorm, his steps steady and forceful, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“You’re coming with me.”

“It’s perfectly normal for couples to live together.”

There was no way Chu Junheng would allow him to continue living in the dorm.

Fu Qingfeng’s dorm was right next door. The two could run into each other at any moment.

That was something he could not tolerate.

He could ensure Fu Qingfeng would not die, but he would never allow the two of them any chance to interact.

Wen Ruyu’s fingers curled again, but in the end, he did not resist. He let Chu Junheng take him away.

The Chu family was one of the top elite families in the capital. Their residence was naturally luxurious, occupying a vast area, almost like a grand estate.

As soon as Chu Junheng entered, a servant immediately came forward and respectfully took his coat.

When the servant glanced at Wen Ruyu, he froze in place, staring at him in shock, even forgetting to breathe.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Chu Junheng’s eyes. Holding Wen Ruyu’s hand tightly, he walked forward while speaking coldly.

The housekeeper, not far away, quickly approached and bowed respectfully.

“Young Master, what is it?”

“Fire him,” Chu Junheng said without pause.

“Yes.”

The housekeeper had already seen Wen Ruyu’s photo before, but seeing him in person still made him pause for a moment.

He quickly recovered and bowed respectfully, ordering someone to deal with the servant.

Wen Ruyu remained silent the entire time, letting Chu Junheng lead him. He glanced around.

As they reached the turn of the stairs, his gaze suddenly stopped.

It fixed on a framed photo on the wall.

It was a family portrait.

Chu Junheng stood in the center, with a middle aged man and woman beside him—clearly his parents.

Wen Ruyu’s gaze landed on the man next to Chu Junheng.

More precisely, on his face.

That face looked extremely familiar.

Almost identical to Yang Ruiqing from the first dungeon.

Aside from the difference in age, Yang Ruiqing was nearly a younger version of that man.

In contrast, Chu Junheng bore no resemblance to either of them.

Not even the slightest similarity.

If it were not a family photo, no one would think they were related by blood.

In an instant, Wen Ruyu understood something. Staring at the photo, he spoke in his mind.

[System, was Yang Ruiqing killed by Chu Junheng?]

[Yes, dear customer.]

The system replied instantly, as if not surprised that Wen Ruyu

Chapter 59

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