Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 397 - Heavenly Fortune (End)

Chapter 397: Chapter 397 Heavenly Fortune (End)

“Brother, brother.”

Little Bun, carved out of pinkish-white jade, toddled toward a young boy.

She hugged him tightly.

Looking up, her eyes shone with a bright luster, “Brother.”

The boy was about seven or eight years old, still a child, yet his face was taut with a prematurely serious expression.

He pushed Little Bun away with a hint of displeasure.

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“Don’t touch me.”

Like an octopus, Little Bun pried one of his hands loose, only for her other hand to wrap around again.

“Brother, brother, play with me, play with me,” Little Bun pleaded in her childishly endearing voice.

“No,” the boy replied irritably, “leave me alone.”

Yet Little Bun persisted, shaking his arm, “Brother, play with me, brother, play with me.”

“Chu Wu, I have to go out with Dad, please take care of your little brother, okay?”

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A woman’s voice called out to him from not too far away.

“Take good care of your brother, did you hear me?”

Chu Wu frowned, clearly unwilling to agree.

But Little Bun was gazing at him with hopeful eyes, and the woman had already walked away after calling out.

“Brother, let’s play.” Little Bun tugged at his arm.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Brother.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Brother, brother…”

Chu Wu had always hated Chu Ran.

Because he was always clinging to him.

Appearing at the most inappropriate times.

Disturbing him from his own business.

Every time after being scolded by Chu Wu, Chu Ran would run off looking as if he was about to cry, only to return a couple of minutes later.

Chu Wu brought Chu Ran back to the villa. Ignoring Chu Ran’s crying and fussing, he handed him over to the servants and dashed upstairs.

At the turn of the staircase, he tripped over something and tumbled down the stairs.

“Little Mist, are you okay?”

The maid exclaimed as she ran up to him.

Chu Wu’s knee was scraped and bleeding.

He had always been unlucky from a young age, and Chu Wu was used to it.

The maid carried Chu Wu downstairs and settled him on the sofa. “You’re bleeding, I’ll go get some medicine.”

Little Bun completely forgot about the sadness of Chu Wu not wanting to play with him and immediately crowded around, still with two shiny teardrops at the corners of her eyes, she asked in her babyish voice, “Brother, does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Let Ranran blow on it for you.”

Little Bun blew on his knee.

It was somewhat cool.

And ticklish.

Little Bun’s snow-white cheeks puffed out, exuding cuteness all around.

As she blew, Little Bun suddenly reached out to hug Chu Wu and burst into tears, heartbroken.

Chu Wu was startled by her, and for once, didn’t push her away as he usually did.

The maid chuckled upon seeing this scene when she came in response to the cries.

Chu Ran refused to let go of Chu Wu.

No amount of coaxing from the maid was effective.

“Little Ran, let Auntie apply medicine on Big Brother’s wound, okay? It’ll hurt if we don’t,” she pleaded.

Chu Ran sniffled, “Don’t want Big Brother to hurt.”

“Then can Little Ran let go of Big Brother first?”

Chu Ran continued to sniffle, “Okay.”

Chu Wu still didn’t like Chu Ran—he was too bothersome.

But Chu Ran showed no self-awareness, following him around all day long, calling out “Brother” this and “Brother” that…

“Sigh…”

Chu Wu sat up in bed.

It had been a long time since he dreamt of Chu Ran. Why did he suddenly dream of him now?

Chu Wu calmed the emotions stirring inside of him.

Soft arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back down. The girl embraced him, rubbed gently a couple of times, and continued to sleep.

Chu Wu couldn’t sleep, but afraid of waking Chuzheng, he lay still without moving.

The sudden ringtone of a cellphone erupted.

It was Chuzheng’s phone.

She pulled the blanket over her head.

Chu Wu quickly grabbed the phone.

“Hello, may I speak to Miss Chuzheng?”

“…What is it?”

The person across from me was obviously startled.

“Who are you?”

“If there’s anything you need, you can talk to me.”

“It’s like this, I’m the manager of Fanlu Manor, can you tell Miss Chuzheng to come to the villa today?”

Fanlu Manor…

Chu Wu clenched her phone slightly, “What happened?”

“This…”

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The villa that Chu Wu had sold, the haunting had not ceased.

The security guards used to only see lights inside the villa, but now they could hear sounds and occasionally glimpse fleeting shadows.

Now the security team didn’t dare to show up for work.

Fanlu Manor was left with no choice but to call Chuzheng.

Chuzheng followed Chu Wu inside.

He pushed the door open to the room where the security guard had reported the anomaly.

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“This was my little brother’s room,” Chu Wu said in a subdued voice.

“You have a little brother?” Chuzheng leaned against the wall, casually surveying the room.

“Yeah.” Chu Wu walked into the room, standing in the empty space, “His name was Chu Ran, five years younger than me.”

“What happened to him?”

“He died, an accident.”

Originally…

The one who should have died was him.

It was when he was twelve, and Chu Ran was seven.

It was their parents’ wedding anniversary, and they hosted a party on a cruise ship.

Chu Wu disliked the noisy crowd, so after the formalities were over, he left alone.

Chu Ran, like a little shadow, kept calling ‘big brother’ and followed him around.

Later, the accident happened when Chu Ran suddenly pushed him…

He just watched as Chu Ran fell into a pool of blood.

Chu Ran’s death was a huge blow to Father Chu and Mrs. Chu.

Especially Mrs. Chu.

They moved to Fanlu Manor partly to spare Mrs. Chu the pain of constant reminders.

Yet, Mrs. Chu actually brought all of Chu Ran’s belongings over, preparing a room for him here.

Exactly like his old one.

Mrs. Chu was in very poor mental health, and Father Chu, having no other choice and over Mrs. Chu’s objections, had Chu Ran’s entire room cleared out.

Following that, Mrs. Chu gradually showed signs of improvement.

Since then, Father Chu and Mrs. Chu had been extra strict with their expectations for him, not caring what he liked or wanted to do, forcing him to follow their plans.

It was as if…

They were blaming him.

Sometimes Chu Wu thought he might truly be a cold-hearted bastard.

“Let’s wait here,” Chu Wu said, “to see what…”

Ever since Chu Ran died.

He moved out and lived alone.

“Yeah.”

The two of them waited in the room.

From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn again, without any anomalies appearing.

Chu Wu rubbed his somewhat sore eyes.

“Baby… let’s go,” he said hoarsely, his face showing no emotion.

“Yeah.”

Chu Wu left first, with Chuzheng following behind.

Just as she reached the doorway, she suddenly looked back.

In the corner of the room stood a child, his form somewhat ethereal as if he might dissipate at any moment.

The child was incredibly beautiful, like a meticulously carved doll in a display case.

He raised his hand and waved at Chuzheng.

His tender face bore a smile.

“Sister, I’m leaving now, take good care of my brother for me.”

The child’s form began to dissipate.

He kept smiling.

Her gaze followed the gradually fading figure.

Chuzheng shifted slightly to get a clearer view.

“Thank you.”

“Baby?”

Chuzheng stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

She might have understood what her benevolent mentor meant by the bargain.

Someone wishes you a lifetime of peace.