Our Entire Family Has Secrets [Transmigrated] - Chapter 26
Zhang Shu was driving Yuan Jilang’s car, a burly and robust Jeep, which she handled quite smoothly.
Originally, Yuan Jilang wanted her to drive the smaller car, but Zhang Shu said, “I want the big one. I don’t think my skills are good enough.”
Yuan Jilang didn’t understand, “That’s all the more reason to drive the smaller one; it’s easier to handle.”
Zhang Shu explained, “I mean, if I get into an accident, or if another car hits me, the big car is safer. It’s much sturdier.”
Yuan Bozhu thought her reasoning was not without merit, because Zhang Shu never watched the road while driving.
The probability of her getting into an accident was quite high.
“Why don’t you take that younger classmate to the hospital? His mom has been waiting at the door for a long time.”
Zhang Shu looked at Yuan Bozhu.
Her hands were on the steering wheel, but her body was turned ninety degrees.
“He doesn’t want to go.”
“He definitely doesn’t want to trouble you. Think about it, how big must that wound be with all that blood? How can he not go to the hospital? What did Mom teach you since you were young? When someone needs help, what should you do?”
Zhang Shu paused deliberately, prompting Yuan Bozhu to respond.
Zhang Shu continued looking at him, “I can see with my peripheral vision.”
“There’s a traffic cop at the next intersection.”
“The traffic cop will support me educating my child,” Zhang Shu replied. “How could you let that classmate take a taxi by himself? What if he finds out his wound is infected when he gets home? What if it hurts so much at night that he can’t sleep? What if he passes out from blood loss—”
“None of this concerns me.”
“Sweetie!” Zhang Shu was shocked. “You’re too indifferent to your classmates!”
Yuan Bozhu sighed, raised his hand, and turned her head back to the front. “He’s seventeen, not seven. He doesn’t need me to meddle.”
Zhang Shu pouted, looking straight ahead, disapprovingly. “Mom hopes you can meddle more, make more friends.”
“It’s unnecessary.”
“Son, people don’t live just for necessary things,” Zhang Shu rarely used a stern motherly tone to teach him.
“No one is born with a clear purpose. We all grow up by chance. Doing some unnecessary things once in a while is what life is about.”
This should have been a good piece of advice, but unfortunately, it was ineffective with Yuan Bozhu.
Yuan Bozhu had been goal-oriented since he was “born.”
Any unexpected deviation was dangerous to him.
He helped Lin Shuanghuai because, as an ordinary person, it’s reasonable to do some ordinary good deeds.
As long as Lin Shuanghuai didn’t cause trouble or disrupt his peaceful life, he could help once, twice, even thrice.
But making friends was unnecessary.
Unlike Lin Shuanghuai, Yuan Bozhu had no interest in meaningless things.
“Mom always thought you were lonely because you didn’t like to play with other kids, didn’t act spoiled with us, didn’t like the toys we bought you, and stayed in your room quietly every day.”
Zhang Shu suddenly changed the topic, talking about the past.
Yuan Bozhu slightly lowered his eyebrows, showing he was listening attentively.
Zhang Shu wasn’t a nagging mother, so when she wanted to talk, he listened.
“…Later, when your siblings came, I tried everything to get you to play together, but you still preferred being alone. Dad was so worried at one point that he insisted on taking you to a doctor, but I refused. I believed my son was just introverted, which is perfectly fine.”
She spoke at length about Yuan Bozhu’s childhood, then said,
“Fortunately, despite our worries, you grew up healthily. Your personality remained uniquely solitary, but that’s okay. You talk to us, you care about and love us, even if you don’t express it openly. Living together every day, we understand and feel all of this.”
Yuan Bozhu didn’t respond.
He wasn’t good at handling overly emotional situations.
Fortunately, Zhang Shu wasn’t trying to be overly sentimental.
“I’m saying, son,” she concluded, “have you ever thought that maybe it’s not that you don’t like making friends, but that you’ve never tried?”
“You’re not unwilling to express yourself; you just need someone who understands and accepts your unique way of expressing things.”
With a serious and gentle look, Huishu kept her eyes on Yuan Bozhu.
Yuan Bozhu also looked at her.
Strictly speaking, it was strange for a person in his hundreds to be guided by someone in their forties.
He used to enlighten countless people with just a few words, but now he was in a cramped car, listening to someone whose age was just a fraction of his, teaching him life lessons.
It seemed unreasonable.
Yet, Yuan Bozhu didn’t immediately refute or casually brush it off because some things aren’t necessarily known better by those who live longer.
Yuan Bozhu had his knowledge blind spots.
Despite cultivating for centuries, comprehending the Dao, and being omnipotent, he lacked understanding of emotions and desires.
Zhang Shu’s words had some truth, and more importantly, in this life, she was his mother. Even if he didn’t accept her conclusion, he would seriously consider what she said.
“I—”
Before he could finish, Zhang Shu suddenly braked sharply.
She wasn’t talking nonsense just now.
She really could see the road ahead from the corner of her eye.
But she braked too suddenly.
Yuan Bozhu was flung forward and then pulled back by the seatbelt.
After sitting properly, he slowly blinked, realizing that he had been so deep in thought that he had forgotten to pay attention to his surroundings.
Yuan Bozhu thought they had hit someone or something and was about to get out to check when he suddenly heard Zhang Shu shout:
“Sweetie! Wait in the car. I saw that a new ‘Zizi Sweet’ shop opened over there. Have you heard of it? It’s a popular shop! I’m going to check for any deals!”
Yuan Bozhu: “?”
It seemed that Zhang Shu had forgotten she was “educating” him just a few seconds ago.
Now, upon seeing a newly opened cake shop by the roadside, her love for sweets made her restless.
After parking the car, she took out her wallet and phone, told Yuan Bozhu not to wander around, and then got out of the car.
Watching her rush into the cake shop and join the crowded line to buy cakes, Yuan Bozhu felt both amused and exasperated.
Zhang Shu was always like this.
Sometimes like a mother, sometimes like a child.
Of course, most of the time she was just being herself, unconcerned with how others defined her.
This was good, not being burdened by any identity, both smart and oblivious, both cautious and carefree.
When happy, she would talk about great principles; when unhappy, she would drag the whole family out to torment them.
She had her own philosophy of life.
This was indeed something Yuan Bozhu could learn from.
At least, as someone with secrets himself, Zhang Shu was more at peace with herself. She had truly integrated into and accepted her current life.
While waiting for Zhang Shu to rush and buy cakes, Yuan Bozhu took out his phone to pass the time.
He didn’t play games much, nor did he enjoy browsing various online entertainment.
But he had already read today’s news at noon, so it seemed there was nothing to do.
For some reason, he opened his Moments (WeChat).
He should have known that with only a dozen friends, there wouldn’t be any exciting updates.
But he still expressionlessly clicked in.
Mechanically scrolling down.
As expected, those repetitive posts quickly scrolled to the bottom.
Just as Yuan Bozhu was about to exit, he saw a red dot indicating a new post. Opening it, he saw it was from Lin Shuanghuai.
He kind of expected it but also felt it had nothing to do with him.
Lin Shuanghuai often posted updates.
Most of the photos he shared were landscapes:
Beautiful sunrises, full moons, the city lit up at night, corners of the playground, roadside flowers and plants.
He rarely took photos of people, mostly scenery, but he was good at it—composition, lighting, depth, and color were all just right.
Like a human camera, he would take photos wherever he went, capturing the world.
The latest post wasn’t a landscape.
It was of his injured hand, wrapped in white gauze.
He was home, likely lying on his bed, holding up his arm to take the photo against the light.
A small band-aid looked very conspicuous.
But the focus was on it.
Caption: [Pain…]
Yuan Bozhu opened the photo to take a closer look, then exited.
Pain?
He wasn’t a doctor.
He couldn’t help Lin Shuanghuai with this.
After posting the photo, Lin Shuanghuai checked it every minute.
No likes, no comments, and no new messages.
This Moments post, visible only to Yuan Bozhu, seemed to have sunk like a stone into the sea, causing no ripples at all.
Lin Shuanghuai glanced at his own hand, sighed heavily, and muttered, “Alas!”
He really wanted to chat with Yuan Bozhu, wanted to hear Yuan Bozhu’s voice, wanted to spend time with Yuan Bozhu.
These thoughts inexplicably penetrated into his bones.
Whenever he closed his eyes, he felt uncomfortable all over, his heart seemed to itch faintly, and he had to do something to stop the restlessness.
Suddenly, Lin Shuanghuai sat up abruptly from the bed, pondering deeply—
He had never encountered anyone as difficult to approach as Yuan Bozhu, so he lacked experience.
Dealing with entanglements required a method. Simply finding things to say aimlessly, repeatedly sending boring jokes, would only make Yuan Bozhu impatient, and he would become more numb to his messages.
So he needed to change tactics.
Although Yuan Bozhu helped him again today, Lin Shuanghuai felt: their relationship still hadn’t improved.
Not to mention being friends, even being acquaintances was a stretch.
Yuan Bozhu was a good person, but not easy to get along with.
Without a drastic measure, there would be no breakthrough.
“What could it be… how to break through…” Lin Shuanghuai muttered to himself.
Suddenly, he slapped his palm.
“Got it!”
Despite the pain from the wound, Lin Shuanghuai couldn’t stop smiling.
***
This Saturday, the weather was somewhat gloomy.
Yuan Bozhu went to work part-time at the coffee shop.
Nothing particularly special happened, just the usual busyness, followed by the usual end of the day.
When it was time to hand over his shift, Yuan Bozhu inexplicably glanced at the spot by the French windows.
No students had come to the coffee shop today to do their homework.
Before leaving, he reiterated his decision to resign to the store manager.
No matter how the manager tried to persuade him to stay, today was his last day.
The manager sighed, knowing he was in his third year of high school and busy with studies, so he said, “Alright, alright. It’s going to rain outside, take an umbrella from the store and keep it, no need to return it. Keep it as a memento.”
The manager was sentimental, always hoping that people would remember him or his store.
Not long after the manager left, Pei Jinwang, who was handing over the shift with him, approached.
He seemed very reluctant, wiping imaginary tears and said,
“Little Bozhu, although we only get to spend a short ten minutes or so with each other every time we hand over the shift, it’s like the meeting of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, this brief encounter is more unforgettable than a lifetime—”
Yuan Bozhu looked at him expressionlessly, “You’re leaving too.”
“Yeah, because we’re both leaving, that’s why I’m especially sad. It’s only today that I realized, I can’t live without you.”
“…”
Pei Jinwang knew Yuan Bozhu wouldn’t give him face, so he changed the topic, “Little Bozhu, do you know why the manager keeps trying to keep you here?”
“I know.”
“You don’t know, it’s normal, let me tell you, actually—hmm? You know?”
Yuan Bozhu glanced at him as if he were a fool, “Because there aren’t enough staff.”
“You still don’t know.”
Pei Jinwang shook his head, “Of course, it’s because the coffee you make is delicious, the customers praise it every day.”
Yuan Bozhu replied casually as he tidied up the counter, “As long as the coffee beans don’t change, the taste won’t vary too much.”
“That’s just your opinion,” Pei Jinwang tied his apron, speaking as someone who had worked in the coffee shop for years, “Actually, whether it’s tasty or not is secondary, it’s mainly about habit.”
Yuan Bozhu looked at him, “Habit?”
“Taste is very subjective, some people think it’s good, some don’t, opinions vary. But people can be changed by habit. When they drink the same coffee every day, their taste buds get used to it. If one day there’s a change in the person or the taste, they’ll find it hard to adapt.”
Pei Jinwang explained with authority, “An inconspicuous thing, used repeatedly in your life tens of thousands of times, you can’t live without it.”
“Just like someone who originally didn’t matter much, but keeps brushing against your existence every day, then you can’t help but care.”
“Habits silently influence our lives, those intrusive details, you only realize their significance when you lose them.”
As he finished his last word, Yuan Bozhu finished wiping the counter and reminded him, “I only come once a week.”
With three baristas rotating shifts, Yuan Bozhu wouldn’t become part of that habit. Pei Jinwang, feeling exposed, scratched his head awkwardly, “I forgot.”
Yuan Bozhu asked him, “What were you trying to say?” All that babbling, it couldn’t be that he really couldn’t bear to leave him.
Pei Jinwang thought for a moment and finally explained, “Well, to be honest, I resigned because I want to open a café of my own… I actually wanted to poach you, but it turns out you’re not interested either.”
Yuan Bozhuo scrutinized him with raised eyebrows, recalling the coffee Pei Jinwang made, and questioned, “You’re opening a shop?”
“I know what you’re thinking,” Pei Jinwang shrugged, “but being a boss doesn’t mean I have to do everything myself. I just need to know the coffee-making process and oversee others doing it. There happens to be a shop for sale in our university town, and I wanted to take it over. But with things happening suddenly, I couldn’t find a partner, so I thought of you.”
“I’m not interested.”
“Oh, come on, Little Zhu,” Pei Jinwang pleaded, “I really need you! I can offer you a high salary, 180 yuan a day. Just help me find a usable barista.”
“I…” Yuan Bozhuo raised a finger, pointing to himself, and said, “High school student, no time.”
Pei Jinwang paused for a moment, then said, “You almost forgot to remind me. It’s mainly because you’re too mature; I keep forgetting you’re only eighteen.”
Yuan Bozhuo ignored him, quietly finished cleaning, changed clothes, and prepared to leave.
Pei Jinwang, still not giving up, took out his phone and gestured, “I’ll be opening next month! Think about it! Just weekends would be fine! 200 a day, okay?”
Yuan Bozhuo couldn’t understand why he wanted him to work.
Yuan Bozhuo was not talkative, didn’t like dealing with customers, didn’t know how to do sales, and certainly couldn’t help with publicity for the shop. He just wanted to quietly make coffee and earn his salary.
But Pei Jinwang seemed to insist on him.
“One more month, you can find someone else,” Yuan Bozhuo said.
“Ah, Little Zhu, you know, I’m good at everything, except I’m a bit impulsive when it comes to work, not very reliable. But what I value in you is your reliability, stability, and responsibility. When I feel lazy, you can perfectly take on the role of shop manager. I just can’t trust anyone else with it.”
For a college student like Pei Jinwang to open a shop would indeed stumble upon many obstacles.
After interacting with Yuan Bozhuo, he felt this person was particularly reliable, and hiring him could save him a lot of trouble.
However, no matter how much Pei Jinwang raised the salary or sweet-talked, Yuan Bozhuo’s response remained the same: “Thank you, but I’m busy.”
As he walked out of the café, Pei Jinwang sighed and shouted, “Think about it! Let’s talk privately!”
Yuan Bozhuo opened the door and walked out, indifferent.
Previously, he took part-time jobs for occasional spending or to pass the time.
But recently, most of Yuan Bozhuo’s energy was devoted to Yuan Qifeng.
He couldn’t accept such a part-time job.
Just as he opened his umbrella, Yuan Bozhuo heard someone shouting across the street:
“Yuan, hey!”
Even though Yuan Bozhuo was composed and calm, he couldn’t help feeling surprised.
The traffic light turned green.
Lin Shuanghuai, holding a transparent umbrella, ran towards him.
Today was the weekend, and neither of them was wearing school uniforms.
Yuan Bozhuo didn’t pay much attention to his attire, just wearing a simple t-shirt, but Lin Shuanghuai seemed to have put in a lot of effort.
His fair complexion could complement any color, but his slender frame prompted him to wear a formal, well-fitted shirt.
His shorts reached his knees, exposing his straight, smooth calves, ending with ankles that were slim but not fragile.
Although Lin Shuanghuai couldn’t compare to Yuan Bozhuo’s appearance, he was not short himself, with a well-proportioned figure and a straight back.
Coupled with his smile, he bounded up to Yuan Bozhuo, full of vitality.
Yuan Bozhuo couldn’t understand why he was here.
Before he could ask, Lin Shuanghuai said, “I wanted to go to your shop, but I was afraid you wouldn’t like the feeling of being watched, so I found a bubble tea shop across the street to do my homework.”
He patted his backpack and proudly told Yuan Bozhuo, “I finished in just two hours and even reviewed some books. I calculated based on the time you got off work last time, and it was about right.”
Yuan Bozhuo tried to understand his meaning, “You were waiting for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“I want to have dinner with you.”
Lin Shuanghuai was straightforward, expressing his intentions directly. Yuan Bozhuo, on the other hand, didn’t know what to say.
“I’ll eat at home,” he said.
“Then I’ll walk you home.” Lin Shuanghuai was not discouraged at all, turned around, and walked shoulder to shoulder with Yuan Bozhuo, saying, “Are you taking the subway or the bus?”
Yuan Bozhuo felt he shouldn’t need someone to escort him home.
But since Lin Shuanghuai was already there, he couldn’t really stop him.
“Let’s walk.”
“Walk?” Lin Shuanghuai was surprised, “Your home must be nearby.”
“It’s okay.”
He occasionally took the bus, just four stops away.
“But this car’s departure time is not fixed, sometimes it takes a long wait. It’s better to walk.”
“How long would that take?” Lin Shuanghuai asked.
Yuan Bozhu pondered for a moment.
Not everyone enjoys walking, especially someone like Lin Shuangwei, who seemed to have average physical fitness; walking too far could be a burden.
“Twenty minutes,” Yuan Bozhu said.
He thought twenty minutes was quite a distance to walk. Plus, the rain seemed to be intensifying, and Lin Shuanghuai might give up on the idea of taking him home.
However, Lin Shuanghuai just shifted his body slightly.
Pretending not to hear him, Yuan Bozhu quietly clenched his fist beside him and muttered a “Yeah.”
Of course, he had forgotten. Lin Shuanghuai’s way of thinking wasn’t like that of ordinary people.
Fortunately, Lin Shuanghuai remained quiet throughout the journey.
He didn’t intentionally start conversations with Yuan Bozhu or ask many questions.
He simply walked quietly beside Yuan Bozhu, silently memorizing the route.
Occasionally, Lin Shuanghuai looked around, afraid he might forget, and took out his phone to take photos.
Sometimes he glanced at Yuan Bozhu, thinking Yuan Bozhu couldn’t see him, and secretly revealed a cautious but clumsy delight.
Yuan Bozhu acted as if he didn’t notice.
It was as if there was no one beside him, just silently walking home from work.
The only relief was that spending time with Lin Shuanghuai wasn’t as exhausting or complicated as he had feared.
Because Lin Shuanghuai had a good sense of propriety.
At the last intersection, just before reaching home, Yuan Bozhu paused slightly and looked at Lin Shuanghuai.
Lin Shuanghuai quickly understood his meaning, “Are we almost there? It wouldn’t be polite to continue, so I’ll head off now.”
“Head off for today” meant, would there be a next time?
Seeing him turn around, Yuan Bozhu suddenly called out, “Lin Shuanghuai.”
Lin Shuanghuai turned back, his eyes full of anticipation.
“I resigned.”
Meaning, there won’t be a next time.
Those bright, round eyes seemed to lose their sparkle in an instant: “Resigned…”
Yuan Bozhu didn’t understand why he was sad—
He would never know how meticulously Lin Shuanghuai had planned the “Weekend Ambush Plan against Yuan Bozhu.”
But now, he told Lin Shuanghuai that he had resigned.
For Lin Shuanghuai, this was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.
However, in front of Yuan Bozhu, Lin Shuanghuai quickly adjusted his mood and asked, “What about tomorrow? Where will you go tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow, I’ll stay at home.”
Yuan Bozhu lied.
Yuan Qifeng hadn’t returned home yet, and he planned to go out and look for him tomorrow.
But this wasn’t something he could tell Lin Shuanghuai.
“Well then, let’s meet again on Monday, Yuan classmate.” Despite his reluctance, Lin Shuanghuai still smiled and waved goodbye.
Whether it was by chance or not, when Yuan Bozhu reached the entrance of the residential area, the rain started pouring heavily.
He wasn’t concerned about Lin Shuanghuai.
He was just wondering if that seemingly fragile transparent umbrella could withstand the strong wind.
After taking the elevator and entering his home, the sound of thunder could be heard outside.
Boom, boom, a few times, Yuan Bozhu’s expression darkened.
He stood in the foyer, still wearing his shoes.
It wasn’t until his phone rang that he snapped out of it.
Just a rainstorm.
Lin Shuanghuai wasn’t made of paper.
He answered the phone, and Yuan Qifeng’s voice came through from the other end.
A weight lifted off Yuan Bozhu’s heart.
It seemed Yuan Qifeng was completely safe.
There was also the sound of wind and rain on his end.
“Ah, A Zhu, A zhu!”
“What’s up?”
“I just reached the intersection, and it’s pouring rain! Come pick me up! Hurry!”
“Come back by yourself.”
It was just an intersection, and Yuan Bozhu wasn’t going to spoil him.
“You’re so cruel! Are you willing to let your dear brother catch a cold in this storm?”
Yuan Bozhu said, “Yes.”
Then he hung up the phone.
Yuan Qifeng was a twenty-eight-year-old adult male, fundamentally a strong orc.
He didn’t need Yuan Bozhu to come specially to pick him up.
Yuan Qifeng probably called just as a way to indirectly check in.
Yuan Bozhu entered the bedroom, grabbed some clean clothes, and prepared to take a hot shower. Though he wouldn’t catch a cold, being soaked in rain was uncomfortable.
Halfway through his shower, Yuan Bozhu heard someone opening the door.
“Yuan Bozhu, are you showering? Hurry up, I need to shower too!”
Yuan Bozhu didn’t respond, but he quickened his movements.
The TV was turned on.
The sound of wind, rain, and thunder mixed with the news. Yuan Bozhu felt like he might be hearing things.
He thought he heard Lin Shuanghuai’s voice.
But then, it suddenly disappeared.
It must have been a hallucination.
After changing clothes, Yuan Bozhu hesitated with his hand on the doorknob.
He calculated a probability in his mind:
The likelihood of Lin Shuanghuai and Yuan Qifeng meeting at the intersection.
The likelihood of Yuan Qifeng bringing Lin Shuanghuai home.
The likelihood of Lin Shuanghuai appearing in their living room.
Unable to come up with an answer, Yuan Bozhu opened the door.
There was only Yuan Qifeng in the living room, who immediately jumped up when he saw him: “Finally done showering, it’s my turn, it’s so uncomfortable being soaked all over.”
Yuan Bozhu silently breathed a sigh of relief.
He went to the balcony, hung up his clothes, and then threw his wet clothes into the washing machine.
As he passed the bathroom, Yuan Qifeng suddenly opened the door and said, “Give me your shirt!”
Yuan Bozhu: “?”
“Quick, quick! I need to video chat with someone! It’s urgent! There’s no time!”
While speaking, Yuan Qifeng reached out to take off Yuan Bozhu’s shirt, and with a bit of force, he actually succeeded in pulling it off.
In a hurry, he hastily put on Yuan Bozhu’s shirt. Glancing at Yuan Bozhu’s stern face, he wasn’t afraid at all.
But when he suddenly saw Yuan Bozhu’s well-defined and beautiful muscles, Yuan Qifeng’s gaze was shocked, his face twisted in pain:
“You’ve been secretly working out behind my back?!”
“…,” Yuan Bozhu, whose shirt was stolen, raised an eyebrow coldly, then slammed the bathroom door shut.
He made a silent resolve: next time Yuan Qifeng got burned, he wouldn’t rescue him.
Yuan Bozhu wasn’t the type like Yuan Qifeng, who was narcissistic, enjoying flaunting his abs at home, self-admiring.
Yuan Bozhu didn’t like the feeling of being undressed.
He walked into the bedroom, intending to put on another piece of clothing and watch TV for a while.
But as soon as he opened the door, he froze.
In every sense of the word.
Yuan Bozhu had never shown such a complex expression—
Should his eyebrows raise or not, should his eyes blink or not, should his mouth be half-open or half-closed.
Surprise, confusion, perplexity, disbelief.
For a moment, too many emotions intertwined, his facial features couldn’t keep up.
Lin Shuanghuai in the room also seemed surprised.
His widened eyes, flushed cheeks, didn’t look much better than Yuan Bozhu.
But he adjusted quickly.
His gaze seemed to dodge and yet approach Yuan Bozhu’s bare upper body.
Thinking he wasn’t noticed, Lin Shuanghuai quickly appreciated Yuan Bozhu from head to toe.
He initially wanted to pretend he hadn’t seen anything, but when he saw Yuan Bozhu’s abs, he couldn’t help but exclaim honestly:
“Wow…”
Three seconds later.
Yuan Bozhu closed the bedroom door and turned to the bathroom.
He knocked, opened the door, entered.
He remained silent throughout, his expression completely cold.
Yuan Qifeng didn’t actually video chat with anyone.
It was intentional.
Amidst Yuan Qifeng’s intense wailing, Yuan Bozhu retrieved his clothes and put them back on.
Glancing at the mirror, he made sure nothing inappropriate was exposed.
“Why are you treating your brother like this! You’ve pinched my arm and left red marks!”
Yuan Qifeng complained.
He dared to complain?!
Bringing someone home without prior notice, and then stripping off his clothes without Yuan Bozhu’s knowledge.
His twisted sense of humor had seriously crossed Yuan Bozhu’s bottom line.
Yuan Bozhu’s expression was darker than ever before. He looked at Yuan Qifeng and said, “You’ll see.”
After saying that, he walked out of the bathroom.
It was the first time Yuan Qifeng had seen such a reaction from Yuan Bozhu in the ten years since he came to this house, and it was quite fresh. He asked, “See what?”
Without looking back, Yuan Bozhu said, “See you dead.”
The door slammed shut.
Yuan Bozhu stood still, unsure whether to face Lin Shuanghuai in the bedroom or stay in the living room without moving.
Meanwhile, Yuan Qifeng laughed heartily in the bathroom.
It was the first time in the ten years he had lived here that he had seen his brother lose his composure.