Our Entire Family Has Secrets [Transmigrated] - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Yuan Bozhu finally called the people from Nightless Continent.

When he was explaining to them, Lin Shuanghuai woke up dazedly in the car.

Looking around dazedly, he then glanced at Yuan Bozhu.

Yuan Bozhu thought he was going to make trouble again, but unexpectedly, this time he behaved very well.

“Come.” Yuan Bozhu tried to see if he could walk by himself.

Lin Shuanghuai obediently got out of the car.

“The hotel will arrange a room for you over there.” Yuan Bozhu thought Lin Shuanghuai had sobered up and said to him, “They will take you there.”

Lin Shuanghuai nodded.

As the people from Nightless Continent came to help Lin Shuanghuai, he still leaned on Yuan Bozhu’s side, clutching his clothes.

Yuan Bozhu didn’t understand the meaning of his actions and took a step aside, distancing himself from Lin Shuanghuai.

But Lin Shuanghuai followed closely, holding onto his arm tightly.

Yuan Bozhu: “?”

Lin Shuanghuai looked up and gestured to Yuan Bozhu, wanting to whisper something to him.

Yuan Bozhu wasn’t used to such childish behavior.

But Lin Shuanghuai wouldn’t speak or leave unless he leaned over.

Several staff members from Nightless Continent stood by, smiling and stepping back.

They were quite tolerant of drunk people.

Yuan Bozhu leaned slightly, and Lin Shuanghuai brought his fingers together and leaned towards his ear, asking softly, “When did you come to pick me up?”

Yuan Bozhu: “…”

He suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Seeing him not answering, Lin Shuanghuai became a little anxious and gently tugged at his clothes, asking, “Will it take long?”

Yuan Bozhu couldn’t explain this matter clearly to someone who was not in clear consciousness, so he casually said, “Tomorrow.”

Tomorrow, Lin Shuanghuai would wake up, and this drama he imagined would be over.

Upon hearing this answer, Lin Shuanghuai smiled. He nodded vigorously, “Okay!”

Yuan Bozhu felt that this smile was different from Lin Shuanghuai’s usual smile.

He could feel that Lin Shuanghuai was in a good mood, and his almond eyes curved up.

He unexpectedly felt a sense of guilt.

Lying to a drunk person felt like a crime, and the happier the victim, the deeper Yuan Bozhu’s guilt.

He decided not to linger anymore and turned to walk towards the shuttle bus.

After driving for a while, Yuan Bozhu still felt like there was a gaze following him.

He turned back, and sure enough, Lin Shuanghuai was still standing there, waving at him.

Yuan Bozhu nodded at him.

But then he realized that from such a distance, Lin Shuanghuai probably couldn’t see him.

Let’s stop here.

Doing anything more would only leave endless worries.

He thought so and withdrew his gaze.

***

The ordinary person’s long life is not too long.

In a hundred years, one encounters countless people and experiences countless things.

So, it’s inevitable that one or two things deviate from the plan; it’s human nature.

Whether it’s helping Qin Rui celebrate his birthday or accidentally helping a drunk Lin Shuanghuai, these are just extremely unlikely accidents.

Yuan Bozhu felt that these belonged to the correctable deviations in ordinary life.

After these two days of the weekend passed, he wouldn’t see any classmates or bump into Lin Shuanghuai, and life would return to its original track.

On Saturday morning, Yuan Bozhu woke up later than usual.

He woke up at eight, skipped his morning run, ate breakfast alone, and stayed in his room to do homework.

Yuan Jilang was on a business trip and was supposed to return this afternoon. Yuan Qifeng hadn’t come back all night, Yuan Wanjiao went out early this morning, and Zhang Shu would go out at ten in the morning to get her hair done.

Their family never seemed to gather together.

Yuan Bozhu was used to it.

If they did gather, it was probably a holiday or an important day.

In any case, not gathering was the norm.

It meant it was a very ordinary day.

At noon, Zhang Shu returned.

The beautiful and virtuous mother suddenly wanted to make sweet and sour pork ribs.

An hour later, the pot was burnt, and the room was filled with smoke.

Zhang Shu cried out.

Yuan Bozhu put down his homework and ran out, not even having time to be surprised, to quickly deal with the kitchen disaster.

Zhang Shu was still wiping away tears.

Yuan Bozhu handed her a tissue and said, “I’ll do it.”

Zhang Shu continued to cry, and Yuan Bozhu couldn’t figure out why. “Are you hurt?”

Surprisingly, Zhang Shu nodded.

Yuan Bozhu frowned, becoming worried.

His mom couldn’t bear any grievances, complaining even after walking too much, wanting Dad to carry her. If she injured her hand, the whole family would have to serve her for the next week.

“I’ll take a look.” Yuan Bozhu walked over.

But Zhang Shu stopped sobbing, grabbed her own hair, and cried with tears and snot, “It’s the hair, it’s Mom’s beautiful hair that got hurt!”

“…” Yuan Bozhu glanced at the burnt end of his hair and remained silent.

“It looks like I’ll have to go to the hair salon this afternoon.” Zhang Shu’s tears came quickly and went even faster, “You’re going to work in the afternoon, right?

Yuan Bozhu nodded.

“Mom and Dad are going on a date tonight and won’t be home. Let your sister order takeout for you today.”

Yuan Bozhu thought for a moment. Yuan Wanjiao might not come back either. But he still said, “Okay.”

Finally, Zhang Shu sat on the sofa mourning her burnt hair ends, Yuan Bozhu cleaned up the scene, and cooked two bowls of noodles.

After barely managing to deal with lunch, Zhang Shu hurriedly changed clothes to redo her hairstyle.

She stood at the entrance waving to Yuan Bozhu.

Yuan Bozhu was washing dishes halfway through: “Hmm?”

“Come quickly”

Yuan Bozhu had no choice but to wipe his hands and walk over.

Zhang Shu raised her arm high, wanting to touch his head. “Say goodbye to Mom.”

Yuan Bozhu turned his head slightly, not letting her touch him. “Be careful on the road.”

Zhang Shu pouted, still unwilling to give up. She tiptoed to try to kiss his cheek.

Yuan Bozhu reacted quickly, stepping back in advance.

“Darn it, failed the ambush again!” Zhang Shu glared at him, “You’re not cute at all today!”

This was their family’s traditional activity, or rather, Zhang Shu’s traditional trick—

She always wanted to have an intimate mother-son relationship with Yuan Bozhu. However, there was no such opportunity.

Since Yuan Bozhu could walk, he had been very independent, obedient but with a sour face.

As a child, he was full of maturity and stability. He didn’t let anyone hug or kiss him, nor did he act spoiled to anyone.

Sometimes Zhang Shu would envy seeing other mothers holding their sons affectionately.

After all, from the age of one to eighteen, Zhang Shu had never kissed her son’s little face.

Now that Yuan Bozhu had grown up, it was even more difficult to have intimate interactions.

This had become one of the most important items on her wish list.

Zhang Shu hoped that Yuan Bozhu could be like children from other families, loving to act spoiled, rebellious, temperamental, going through adolescence.

But he wasn’t.

She sighed, shook her head, and left.

Yuan Bozhu was going to work in the afternoon.

The part-time job at the coffee shop wasn’t necessary, and the pay wasn’t high.

He didn’t need money now; he could actually resign.

But the boss wasn’t satisfied with the new barista he hired, so he asked Yuan Bozhu to help out for two more weekends.

Yuan Bozhu didn’t have anything particular to do, so he agreed.

It was just a simple café; they didn’t serve meals. The busiest time was from two to five in the afternoon. There were fewer people during meal times.

Until this moment, the whole Saturday was no different from the usual weekends.

Just when Yuan Bozhu thought his life could finally get back under control…

Unexpectedly, something happened.

Six o’clock, Yuan Bozhu was about to hand over the shift to the evening colleague.

He made the last cup of coffee.

The customer looked up to order, and Yuan Bozhu bent down to punch in the order.

“I’ll have a vanilla latte, an espresso, and also a hot cocoa. For dessert, add a tiramisu combo. Thank you.”

The voice sounded familiar, with a smile.

Yuan Bozhu’s hand shook, and he entered 888 instead of 88.

He re-entered the correct amount and handed over the receipt.

The person glanced at it, puzzled. “Excuse me, did you make a mistake? I ordered a vanilla latte, not…”

Before finishing the sentence, the person hesitated.

At this moment, Yuan Bozhu slowly looked up.

Their eyes met, and he looked at Lin Shuanghuai, saying, “Hmm, my mistake.”

Yuan Bozhu lowered his head and reentered the order.

Lin Shuanghuai, standing at the counter, remained silent.

His lips were pale, but his ears were red as if dripping blood.

This encounter here was obviously unexpected for both of them.

And at this moment, it hadn’t even been 24 hours since they last met.

Last night, Lin Shuanghuai collapsed drunk on the roadside, and Yuan Bozhu helped him. According to Lin Shuanghuai’s character, he would definitely find an opportunity to thank Yuan Bozhu when sober.

Yuan Bozhu was afraid he would say, “Let me treat you to dinner.”

Although he could refuse, he would still find it troublesome.

However, what Yuan Bozhu didn’t expect was that until he handed over the order, Lin Shuanghuai kept his head down.

He didn’t greet him, didn’t speak, and didn’t invite him for dinner.

After getting the order number, Lin Shuanghuai turned around and went straight to a table by the window, where there were a boy and a girl, seemingly friends.

The three of them chatted, and Lin Shuanghuai never looked at Yuan Bozhu.

It took Yuan Bozhu until he made two cups of coffee to understand what was happening.

Lin Shuanghuai didn’t want to see him.

Thinking about it carefully, it made sense.

Lin Shuanghuai, who was meticulous in everything, was not used to showing weakness in front of others, let alone embarrassment.

Last night, he had been seen by Yuan Bozhu in a state of drunkenness.

This was probably the most serious crisis Lin Shuanghuai had ever experienced.

Let alone thanking Yuan Bozhu, if possible, he would probably want to erase Yuan Bozhu’s memory.

So, when the two met again, Lin Shuanghuai pretended not to recognize him deliberately.

For Yuan Bozhu, this outcome was undoubtedly a relief.

After making the coffee, he rang the bell.

But it wasn’t Lin Shuanghuai who came to pick up the coffee; it was a tall, sturdy boy.

Yuan Bozhu handed over the items.

A colleague who came to shift change had just changed into his uniform, walked over, patted his shoulder, and said, “Little Bo, can you teach me latte art again? The one I made yesterday got complained about, said it looked like poop.”

Yuan Bozhu: “Okay.”

The colleague’s name was Pei Jinwang, actually a college student two years older than Yuan Bozhu.

But he said Yuan Bozhu had the aura of an old cadre and was more mature than his own father. So, he called Yuan Bozhu

Yuan Bozhu couldn’t easily refuse work-related matters.

But Pei Jinwang was very clumsy at making coffee. Yuan Bozhu had to start with how to froth milk before teaching him latte art.

Even after three tries, Pei Jinwang still couldn’t learn it.

Yuan Bozhu was about to froth the milk again when he suddenly heard the girl at the window seat raising her voice:

“Lin Shuanghuai, where are you looking? Hurry up and explain the problem to me!”

“You… Keep it down.”

“This isn’t a library. Why are you being so cautious? Anyway, what’s wrong with you today? You seem absent-minded.”

“Nothing, come on, explain the problem… which one?”

“Look! I’ve been asking you for half the day, and you still don’t know which problem it is!”

Yuan Bozhu suddenly put down the cup.

“Why not teach anymore? Are you in a hurry to go home?”

Although he had failed many times, Pei Jinwang was not discouraged and still seemed energetic.

Yuan Bozhu said, “Can’t teach.”

Yuan Bozhu packed up and headed to the back room.

Pei Jinwang held the coffee cup with a mournful face, drank his disastrous milk foam, and then, as if he remembered something, clapped his hands and said,

“Oh, I get it now. Because I’m not a girl, Brother Bo is impatient to teach me!”

Yuan Bozhu closed the door and changed his clothes, ignoring him.

When Yuan Bozhu left the coffee shop, Lin Shuanghuai and his two friends were still doing their homework.

He opened the door and had a moment of thought:

Why?

He had been working part-time at this coffee shop for over a month, and he had never encountered Lin Shuanghuai and the other two.

Why did he happen to meet them again in his shop, on the second day of their unexpected encounters with Lin Shuanghuai?

Such frequent coincidences exceeded Yuan Bozhu’s rational tolerance.

But Yuan Bozhu quickly dismissed this thought.

It must be Yuan Wanjiao’s unnecessary divination, making him think in some direction.

This was just a common encounter.

So common that it didn’t need to be taken seriously.

In the evening, no one was home.

Yuan Qifeng joked in the family group chat that he was going clubbing and was criticized by his parents for not being serious about his work.

Yuan Wanjiao said she was recently in a relationship and wanted to enjoy the new feelings.

Mom reminded her not to be fooled by handsome young men again.

Yuan Wanjiao promised.

Yuan Bozhu also planned to go out. He changed his clothes and finally went to get his sword.

As it was a replica, lacking the spirit and power of the original, it looked lifeless, just a decorative piece.

But this didn’t affect Yuan Bozhu’s use of it.

Yuan Bozhu wasn’t picky about weapons when practicing, but the most commonly used ones for sparring were swords and knives.

A handy weapon could become the carrier of Yuan Bozhu’s internal strength, with the biggest difference from bare-handed fighting being the ability to control the release of force accurately.

In his daily life, Yuan Bozhu had always maintained the minimum movement and activity to restrain his power.

But with the sword, he could have a good time. All the qi and cultivation he released could be buffered by the weapon.

It had been a long time since Yuan Bozhu had “exercised” properly, and he felt excited.

…

Three in the morning.

At the peak of Mount Xuantian.

Yuan Bozhu stood expressionless under a large tree.

The mountain wind was whistling, the bright moon hung high, occasionally there were insect chirps and bird flights, but he remained motionless, hidden in the shadows.

Yuan Bozhu began to seriously ponder.

Could there really be such coincidences in the world?

Why was he, at three o’clock in the deserted mountain top… encountering Lin Shuanghuai again?

Could it be that this person was a wandering soul, coming to the mountain top when Yin energy was at its peak?

Otherwise, how could it be explained? Would normal people come to the mountain top at three in the morning alone?

Would they?

The current situation made Yuan Bozhu, who was usually calm and steady, feel restless.

He gripped the handle of his sword, took three deep breaths, and restrained himself from walking up to the other person and questioning:

Lin Shuanghuai, what are you doing here?

However, Lin Shuanghui was unaware of Yuan Bozhu’s presence.

The midnight mountain wind howled, blowing the scattered hair on the young man’s forehead, revealing his clean forehead and deep, delicate features

And a mark on his face.

Mount Xuantian wasn’t too high, but because of its steep terrain and diverse wildlife, the government had never developed it. It was Lin Shuanghuai’s first time here.

There wasn’t any particular reason; it was just that there were no people here.

No people meant no need for pretense, no need to smile when you didn’t want to, no need to speak when you didn’t want to, and no need to be happy when you didn’t want to.

He closed his eyes and let the wind blow for a while. It was cool, as if all the dullness had been blown away.

But it was also really cold.

Lin Shuanghuai’s thin jacket was not enough to withstand such biting cold.

He suddenly sneezed.

Rubbing his nose, hugging his arms, trembling with cold, but unwilling to leave.

This afternoon, he was doing homework with Han Banlan and Sun Yange in the coffee shop.

Han Banlan said that he would treat the two of them to barbecue in the evening.

But Lin Shuanghuai suddenly received a phone call and left early.

It was his father, Chen Feng, who called.

Perhaps no one could understand the feeling when Lin Shuanghuai received that call—a person with whom you have the deepest blood ties, a relative you haven’t seen for over ten years, actively contacted you and said he wanted to see you.

Lin Shuanghuai almost ran back home.

But the reunion of father and son was not so exciting.

Chen Feng came for Chen Jin’s matter.

Last night, Chen Jin was soaked in water, shocked, and it is said that he is still recuperating in the hospital.

The matter has spread out like this.

Now everyone knows that Lin Shuanghuai went crazy on the yacht and pushed his own brother into the sea.

There were many people on the yacht, and they all testified that Lin Shuanghuai deliberately killed someone.

Chen Feng was very angry. For so many years, he actively sought out Lin Shuanghuai for the first time.

When Lin Shuanghuai walked into the house and saw Chen Feng’s gloomy face, he already had a vague idea of what the other party meant.

But he thought that Chen Feng would at least ask him about the situation first.

He walked over and shouted, “Dad.”

Suddenly he was knocked down by a slap.

His head buzzed.

“Bastard.”

Chen Feng was very angry, his voice trembling as he spoke.

“Um, can I explain first?” Lin Shuanghuai sat on the ground and looked at Chen Feng. He wiped the blood from his nose while saying,

“It was Chen Jin who wanted to push me down, and in my panic, I kicked him. Chen Jin said I was a monster, and he didn’t want me to come home… this matter, can’t you investigate it again?”

Chen Feng looked at him for a long time, seeming to seriously consider the credibility of this statement.

But in the end, he still didn’t believe it.

“Your brother, he even prepared your eighteenth birthday present for you… He doesn’t have as many malicious thoughts as you.”

Lin Shuanghuai blinked, looking at his father whom he hadn’t seen for more than ten years, feeling quite strange.

Malicious, him?

Lin Shuanghuai took three seconds to recall his seventeen years of life, and he didn’t think he had done anything malicious.

But if it referred to blinding Chen Jin’s eyes when he was a child, then it sounded pretty bad.

But Lin Shuanghuai couldn’t remember what happened back then at all.

Now that he had been slapped and explained the situation, Chen Feng still insisted on saying that he was malicious, making it seem like he was persecuting Chen Jin.

He rubbed his face, pondered for a while, and said, “Oh, okay then.”

Chen Feng questioned him why, even if Chen Jin said something unpleasant, he could push someone into the sea.

He became more and more angry as he spoke, even mentioning Lin Yuanyan.

Lin Shuanghuai’s face hurt, and it was difficult for him to speak with his mouth, so he just let him talk.

After a long time, Chen Feng also felt that he might have gone too far. He eased his emotions and said, “You were not taught since you were a child, and you grew up with a wild temperament, which is also my responsibility. But what you did this time was indeed too much. Find a time to apologize to your brother.”

“No.” Lin Shuanghuai said concisely.

Chen Feng was thoroughly angered, about to erupt, but Lin Shuanghuai added, “Don’t make it a face-to-face apology, okay? I have to go to school the day after tomorrow.”

Chen Feng sighed heavily, “You, reflect on yourself.”

He left, of course, also cutting off Lin Shuanghuai’s living expenses and pocket money, and also told him to find time to move out of this house.

It seemed that if Lin Shuanghuai didn’t apologize, his life would be cut off.

The door slammed shut, and Lin Shuanghuai was still sitting on the ground in a daze.

In less than half an hour, various messages about his cards being frozen came from his phone. Suddenly, he sighed deeply, lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling light blankly with his eyes open.

Lin Shuanghuai didn’t care about the money.

He didn’t really like spending money recklessly, nor did he like living in a big mansion. He felt that these punishments couldn’t really make him suffer.

It’s just that before Chen Feng left, he told him that if he didn’t study well, he wouldn’t let him come home again.

Lin Shuanghuai felt a little sad.

Maybe not just a little, but very much.

He couldn’t measure the degree of sadness because there were many times when he felt sad, and he couldn’t compare them.

Does he really feel sad because he can’t go home, or because the family he has longed for is not as worthy as he thought?

How else can he study well?

He has been living alone for seventeen years, working hard to be a good child. Is there any room for improvement?

The principal almost wanted to adopt him as his son.

Chen Feng really doesn’t know how to cherish. Lin Shuanghuai self-mockingly thought.

Actually, even if Chen Feng stopped his card, Lin Shuanghuai still had some cash, totaling a few thousand, which was enough for him to use for a short time.

He is not sitting on the mountaintop because he has no money to stay in a hotel.

He just wants to stay here.

Lin Shuanghuai likes high places very much.

Standing on the rooftop, the mountaintop, all give him a feeling of returning to freedom. He always wants to jump down.

It’s not that he wants to commit suicide, he just feels that if he jumps, he can get something.

Thinking like this, he suddenly stood up.

He decided to try jumping.

If he died…

Dying would be an explanation to the Chen family.

If he didn’t die, then it would be a relief for himself.

Lin Shuanghuai opened his arms, closed his eyes, silently counted to three, and was ready to jump when he reached ten.

However, when he reached ten, he suddenly felt a tightness around his waist.

“Wow!”

His foot, which was about to step out, hung in the air, and his body lost its balance, spinning.

Lin Shuanghuai was startled.

When he stood firm again and looked up.

He saw a somewhat familiar face, which shouldn’t be familiar.

It was the classmate who encountered him being knocked down by a cat, found him covered in injuries, and witnessed his drunkenness.

Although he couldn’t remember the name, because these things were important to Lin Shuanghuai, he was familiar with the person who witnessed them.

In that instant, Lin Shuanghuai’s mind raced with countless thoughts.

Looking left and right, he confirmed that it was three in the morning on the mountaintop.

How could someone come up the mountain at this time?

And it was so silent, suddenly appearing behind…

Could it be a ghost?!

Lin Shuanghuai swallowed his saliva, quietly touched the arm around his waist—strong, warm, powerful.

Doesn’t seem like a ghost.

His teeth trembled, summoning courage to raise his head and say,

“Cl… Classmate, you should be… human, right?”

Yuan Bozhu looked at him coldly, rare bit of temper in his reply, “I’m a ghost.”