After Reborn, I Became the Bigshots’ Beloved
Chapter 132: What Demon Does Lu Qianrou Cast Again

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: What Demon Does Lu Qianrou Cast Again

When Lu Youming opened his eyes in the morning, he felt somewhat bewildered.

He remembered having a fever last night, a fever so intense that it left him groggy and dazed.

In a haze, he heard someone knocking on the door. Struggling to get up, he collapsed into Lu Sheng’s arms as soon as he opened the door.

After that, he recalled that the young girl seemed to bend down and simply gave him a princess carry.

Thinking of this, the corners of Lu Youming’s mouth twitched slightly.

...Surely all of this was just a dream.

How could that frail and slender girl easily lift him, a semi-unconscious man, in her arms?

Moreover, he touched his forehead and found it to be of normal temperature—previously, if he was sick with a fever, it would take at least a week to recover completely.

Lu Youming was thinking this to himself.

However, as soon as he sat up, he suddenly remembered the underground boxing match at THE DEEP when he first met Lu Sheng, where the girl had easily kicked Tu Shan, a burly man weighing over two hundred pounds, out of the ring.

The girl obviously had Innate Divine Strength, and on second thought, it didn’t seem so difficult for her to pick him up.

Then, turning his head, Lu Youming saw a thermos and a note on his bedside table.

When he opened it, he saw a line of scribbled handwriting.

[Remember to drink more water when you wake up, the water in the cup is warm—Lu Sheng]

With the note in hand, Lu Youming’s pupils shrank slightly.

...It really was her who took care of him last night.

She carried him to bed, fed him fever-reducing medicine, gently helped him soothe his back, and stayed with him for a long time afterward, only leaving after he had fallen fast asleep.

Recalling all this, Lu Youming’s first reaction was—embarrassment.

His delicate face was still somewhat pale, but his earlobes uncontrollably blushed slightly. His dark, long eyelashes trembled, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye seemed even more striking.

Yes, embarrassment.

Although they were twins, Lu Youming and Lu Youye had completely different personalities; it wouldn’t be an overstatement to say they were exact opposites.

As flamboyant and reckless as Lu Youye was, Lu Youming was just as cool and detached. But Lu Youye was truly carefree, whereas Lu Youming was sensitive and reserved.

Lu Youming had little to no contact with outsiders from a young age. Or rather, even if he wanted to initiate contact with others, they wouldn’t dare to approach him.

After all, with those two illnesses, even in kindergarten and school, all parents would warn their children to stay away from him, fearing they would be blamed if anything happened to him.

But even among family members, he only had more contact with his eldest brother, who took on more of a parental role, leaving him alone most of the time.

He had never let anyone into his room, nor had he ever had such close contact with someone like last night.

Lu Youye could yell for his darling sister every day, eager to rub, hug, and cling to the young girl as soon as he saw her, but even if you put a knife to Lu Youming’s neck, he couldn’t do such things.

So the thought that everything from yesterday was real made the young man’s face unconsciously heat up.

...Sister.

So this is what it feels like to have a sister.

Does blood really spawn an unconscious closeness and trust in others?

Lu Youming took a deep breath.

Although it was still strange how his fever had completely subsided overnight this time, he didn’t think much of it.

After washing up and having some water, just as he opened the door to go out, he bumped into Lu Sheng wearing sports attire and a baseball cap.

The girl in sportswear looked even more youthful than in her school uniform. Her face was bare, her lips red and teeth white, and her eyes clear.

"...Fourth Brother?" Lu Sheng stood there and asked him, "How are you feeling, better?"

Hearing the title "Fourth Brother," Lu Youming’s face, which had just cooled down, flushed again.

He didn’t know why he was feeling so embarrassed, but it was quite awkward.

He was supposed to be the older brother.

An elder brother should be composed like his eldest and second brothers. Yet, although he was not that familiar with Lu Sheng previously, he had shown her his most vulnerable side last night, having only known her for a short while.

It was... a bit embarrassing.

But when Lu Sheng saw this, she couldn’t help but frown.

What’s the matter; she thought she had cured Fourth Brother’s chill and fever with her Soul Power last night. Why was his face still so red?

Could it be that she didn’t cure him?

Impossible.

"Are you still feverish, Fourth Brother?" So Lu Sheng walked straight up to him and naturally reached out to touch Lu Youming’s forehead, "Let me check if it’s hot..."

"No, there’s no need," Lu Youming quickly stepped back, his face reddening even more, and he turned his head away to change the subject, "Are you looking for Youye?"

"Yes, you probably haven’t seen the group chat, Fourth Brother," Lu Sheng said, "We decided on a new event plan last night, Lan Yu asked us to go shopping together today."

Lu Sheng gave Lu Youming a glance. "But I told Lan Yu that Fourth Brother, you’re sick, so it’s best for Fourth Brother to rest at home today."

"...It’s fine," Lu Youming paused, then said to Lu Sheng, "I’m better now and can join you all."

"Alright then."

Lu Sheng actually hoped Lu Youming could come along too, to get out more and mingle with others.

As soon as Lu Youye came out of the room, the three siblings set off together.

The Lu Family’s driver took them to the market, where they stood outside the entrance waiting for Lan Yu, Han Jing, and Huo Yu to arrive.

A pair of identical twins with completely different auras, so handsome they captured the attention of passersby, was already a sight to behold.

Add to that a stunningly beautiful and radiant young girl in the middle, evidently their sister.

The trio standing at the entrance had many girls walking by unable to resist secretly taking pictures with their phones, casting envious glances at Lu Sheng.

Having two incredibly handsome twin brothers was something many envied.

Everything was going according to plan.

People shopped on Saturday and Sunday; Monday and Tuesday after school they would go to the field to set up, and in the evening The Thorn Birds would deliver the clothes, which Lu Sheng distributed to the other team members.

Everything was well-organized, just waiting for the school celebration’s garden party to start the next morning.

However, at nearly ten o’clock at night, when Lu Sheng was on the phone with Li Muchen, Black Bean, who had been lazily nestling beside her, suddenly raised its head.

Its fur stood on end, and the round little head rubbed against her, as if to remind her of something.

Lu Sheng momentarily stopped her actions, frowning slightly.

The last time Black Bean behaved like this, Lu Qianrou and Jiang Ting had spiked her red bean porridge with Lychee Pollen.

"...What’s wrong?" Li Muchen noticed something was off and asked over the phone.

"Nothing," Lu Sheng replied, "I’m going to hang up for a bit; there’s something I need to attend to."

"Okay," said Li Muchen, his voice low and gentle, "I’ll wait for you to come back."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Sheng walked out of her room.

Just a few steps away, she happened upon the housemaid Mrs. Wang preparing to take a glass of freshly squeezed watermelon juice upstairs.

The watermelon juice was for Third Brother. Everyone in the Lu Family knew that Lu Ziye had a habit of drinking watermelon juice every night.

Yet as Lu Sheng looked at the bright red watermelon juice, her expression suddenly turned grim.

Seeing the girl staring intently at the glass in her hand, Mrs. Wang instinctively shrank back, stammering, "Sheng... Miss Shengsheng."

Lu Sheng lifted her eyes to Mrs. Wang and stared until the latter felt uneasy, then asked in a cold voice, "Is Mrs. Wang going to bring Third Brother his watermelon juice?"

Mrs. Wang appeared to be very respectful and immediately nodded, "Yes, it’s time for Third Young Master to have his fruit juice."

After saying this, Mrs. Wang thought to hurry upstairs, but before she had a chance to react, Lu Sheng took the glass of watermelon juice from her hand and downed it in one gulp.

"Miss—!"

Mrs. Wang’s eyes widened in shock, unable to utter a word as she looked at Lu Sheng.

"I was just thirsty, so I drank this watermelon juice. I’ll make another glass for my Third Brother."

"It’s getting late; Mrs. Wang, you should go to sleep."

Lu Sheng glanced at Mrs. Wang.

Although the young girl’s tone was calm, it sent a shiver down Wang Guiqin’s spine, causing her to tremble. "Yes... Of course, Miss."

Mrs. Wang had been with the Lu Family for many years, taking care of Lu Qianrou ever since she was adopted into the family.

In a sense, she was also the person Lu Qianrou trusted the most in the Lu Family.

Lu Sheng stood by the kitchen sink, her expression icy and unreadable.

...Lu Qianrou.

She must have known that Third Brother was going to her place tomorrow.

To keep from being overshadowed and to remain the most popular, she must have had Mrs. Wang spike the watermelon juice with the leftover Lychee Pollen.

If Third Brother drank that glass of watermelon juice, he would have to be hospitalized tomorrow and would not be able to show up at Shengjing. Even if he did show up, he would only be able to wear a mask and wouldn’t be able to sing.

Because if he carelessly revealed that face full of red rashes, Third Brother would certainly make entertainment news headlines, and his career would suffer a heavy blow.

Lu Ziye was the hottest top celebrity.

Even if he didn’t rely on his looks, that flawless face was his foothold in the entertainment industry.

For a mere school celebration, just to satisfy her vanity, Lu Qianrou actually targeted Third Brother, not caring about ruining his face and future.

Lu Sheng’s hands clenched tightly, her expression growing colder.

She wouldn’t let Lu Qianrou’s plans succeed.

Lu Sheng took a deep breath, glanced at the glass with some remaining watermelon juice at the bottom, and took it back to her room.