Everyone Hates My Frail Body.

Chapter 37: Frail Body

Chapter 37: Frail Body

“Since we are not brothers, I want to marry Song Qie.”

This declaration detonated in the room like a bomb, sending shockwaves through everyone present.

Father Song slammed his palm against the table in disbelief, his anger boiling over. “Let go of each other, both of you!”

Song Qie squirmed, jumping in place, his face flushed with effort as he protested, “It wasn’t me who wanted to hold him! It was him! Lu Beihuai, let go!”

Unfazed by Song Qie’s struggle, Lu Beihuai simply bent down, hooking his arms under Song Qie’s knees and lifting him effortlessly into a princess carry. The sudden weightlessness startled him; he frowned, realizing how much lighter Song Qie had become.

“How have you lost so much weight? You used to have some flesh on you,” Lu Beihuai remarked, his voice tinged with concern.

The atmosphere thickened with tension, growing almost suffocating.

Song Qie felt his mind go blank as he lay in Lu Beihuai’s arms, his limbs heavy and unresponsive. He slowly closed his tearful eyes, burying his face in his arms.

The world would be better off without him.

Right.

Lu Beihuai always had a knack for embarrassing him.

Song’s father had never imagined Lu Beihuai could be so bold. In front of him, Lu had always seemed honest and compliant, well-behaved while caring for Song Qie. He understood Song Qie’s timid nature, but he also knew the boy wasn’t one to easily dominate others physically. If Lu Beihuai wanted to, he could easily overpower him.

But this rebellious side of Lu Beihuai was unexpected.

Was he venting his frustrations about the injustices he had faced?

“Let go!” Song’s father shouted, unable to witness the scene any longer. “How can two boys hug like this?”

Seeing the usually composed businessman lose his temper made it clear how furious he truly was.

“I know I owe you, but I don’t want anything. I just want to marry Song Qie,” Lu Beihuai said, feeling the tremors in Song Qie’s body. Unsure if he was crying, he made the decision to set him down.

As Song Qie was released, his legs buckled beneath him, and he stumbled forward into Lu Beihuai.

“Do you want me to hold you again?” Lu Beihuai asked, steadying him.

Startled, Song Qie leaped away, quickly finding refuge on a sofa in the corner, desperate to distance himself from Lu Beihuai.

But just as he thought he was safe, Lu Beihuai approached him.

Father Song narrowed his eyes, his voice sharp. “Lu Beihuai, sit here! You two sit separately! Who told you to stick together? What will happen if this gets out?”

“It wouldn’t look good if it was discovered that the wrong child was taken away 18 years later,” Lu Beihuai retorted, sliding into the seat next to Song Qie.

Father Song was momentarily speechless, caught off guard by Lu Beihuai’s audacity.

“The Song family is powerful, yet their only child was lost due to a mistake. Not only that, but the perpetrator’s child was swapped in his place. The very person who should have cared for him was instead raised for eighteen years, while this child, now frail, can’t even care for himself. If this gets out, it would be a scandal of unimaginable proportions.” Lu Beihuai reached out, intertwining his fingers with Song Qie’s.