Our Entire Family Has Secrets [Transmigrated] - Chapter 9

Lin Shuanghuai hesitated for a moment, revealing a rare expression of confusion.

Perhaps it was because he hadn’t expected Chen Jin to not even give him a chance to catch his breath.

Looking at the wine glass, Lin Shuanghuai s lips struggled to form a smile again.

“You’ll be eighteen next year.”

Chen Jin, who had always treated him as if he were invisible, suddenly stood up and walked towards him.

Then, raising the whisky in his hand, he clinked it against the champagne in Lin Shuanghuai’s hand, saying,

“Dad believes in those masters’ words. As long as you reach adulthood and still haven’t awakened that whatever useless thing, you can come home. Happy?”

Those people said that if Lin Shuanghuai didn’t awaken any rare bloodlines by the age of eighteen, it meant he was just an ordinary person, and his mother’s death might have nothing to do with him.

But if he did awaken, then it would surely mean that Lin Shuanghuai had caused Lin Yuanyan’s death, and in the future, his ominous bloodline would implicate the entire Chen family.

And now, there were only a few months left until Lin Shuanghuai turned eighteen.

Chen Feng had actually begun to soften, starting to anticipate the day his youngest son would come home.

But evidently, Chen Jin didn’t want his brother to return.

After speaking, Chen Jin tilted his head back and drank the entire glass of wine, then looked at Lin Shuanghuai.

“Why don’t you drink? What? Still mad at me for last time, giving me the cold shoulder?”

Seeing Lin Shuanghuai holding the wine glass without moving, Chen Jin sneered, “Can you blame me? You’re just too scared of cats. That’s a flaw you need to fix.”

A few of Chen Jin’s cronies gathered around, eager to join the conversation, chiming in halfway through.

“Scared of cats? Who’s that? Scared even of cats, so timid.”

Chen Jin nodded towards Lin Shuanghuai, disdain written all over his face. “Him. I rarely invite him to visit my new home, and I even put my beloved cat in the yard to play with him. But he got scared shitless, crying for help. Hahaha!”

The others laughed along, commenting on Lin Shuanghuai’s weakness.

Lin Shuanghuai lowered his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

It was indeed quite laughable that he was afraid of cats.

But that day, the cat Chen Jin let out was a Eurasian lynx weighing close to forty kilograms, and it was newly acquired by Chen Jin, not yet domesticated.

It retained its hunting instincts and mistook Lin Shuanghuai, who suddenly appeared, as an enemy, nearly tearing him apart on the spot.

Lin Shuanghuai was someone who would lose his breath even at the sight of an ordinary tabby cat, let alone withstand such a scene.

Although he didn’t end up peeing himself and running away crying for help, as Chen Jin claimed.

Lin Shuanghuai knew that Chen Jin liked to tease him but wouldn’t actually kill him.

Chen Jin just wanted to see him suffer, to feel content seeing him in pain.

When the cat scratched Lin Shuanghuai’s shoulder and was about to bite, Chen Jin had the keepers and bodyguards take the cat away.

At that moment, Chen Jin must have been scared too.

Because Lin Shuanghuai’s shoulder and the area near his neck were covered in long and deep claw marks, blood flowing out profusely, a ghastly sight.

Fortunately, he was taken to the hospital promptly, and no vital organs were injured. More than pain, Lin Shuanghuai felt shocked.

Now that the scars had healed and the pain forgotten, Lin Shuanghuai had the audacity to come and find Chen Jin today.

Most people wouldn’t lack the spine to do so.

But Lin Shuanghua wasn’t one to hold grudges.

Probably because he had been hurt a lot since childhood, he was already very accustomed to it.

He hardly ever felt wronged.

And used to hearing things like “You caused your mother’s death” or “Your brother lost an eye because of you,” Lin Shuanghuai sometimes felt that he deserved a bit of punishment.

He actually hoped that what happened that day would be an opportunity for Chen Jin to understand that there are no lasting grudges between true brothers.

But as he looked at the glass in his hand, he began to feel everything was absurd again —how could he believe that Chen Jin would actually apologize to him?

“Lin Shuanghuai.”

Chen Jin suddenly called him.

The people around stopped talking and waited for Chen Jin to speak.

Lin Shuanghuai also looked up at him.

“Drink it, and we’ll have something to talk about. Otherwise, don’t expect to hear anything about your mother from me ever again.”

Mother, someone both distant and close.

Lin Shuanghuai was born with Lin Yuanyan’s death, and he really wanted to know what his mother was like.

Sometimes when Chen Jin had had enough, he would talk to him about his mother.

Usually when he was drunk and his mind was fuzzy, he would tell Lin Shuanghuai some scattered memories—

“When you were just conceived, Mom gave you a name. I was so jealous. I wondered why you could be surnamed Lin while I’m surnamed Chen. I wanted to have her surname too. And the name Mom gave you was so nice… But Dad beat me up later, and I thought being Chen was pretty good too.”

“Mom was very beautiful, a hundred times more beautiful than any female celebrity you see on TV. You resemble her a bit. But only a little.”

That was when Chen Jin still somewhat resembled a brother.

Lin Shuanghuai tightened his grip on the glass.

“Brother.”

Lin Shuanghuai looked at Chen Jin, blinked his eyes, using it as a cover for whatever other feelings he had.

“You wouldn’t really kill me, would you?”

“I would.” Chen Jin shrugged indifferently, “With a gun, I’d kill you immediately.”

Only then did Lin Shuanghuai truly relax.

If Chen Jin said that, then the drink in the glass shouldn’t be poisoned.

He raised his head and downed the champagne, sour and a little unpleasantly sweet.

Chen Jin watched him swallow it, his gaze darkening.

After a moment, Lin Shuanghuai put down the empty glass and asked, “Can I come home for my eighteenth birthday?”

Chen Jin often deliberately ignored Lin Shuanghuai or gave evasive answers.

But this time, he answered directly, “If you haven’t turned into some monster by then.”

“I’m not a monster.”

“Who knows.”

Chen Jin confirmed that he had finished his drink, then withdrew his gaze, shrugged carelessly, and turned to walk into his debauchery.

***

Yuan Bozhu got lost in the Nightless Continent.

He was quite helpless himself.

The regular staff at their posts were very dedicated, standing silently at each intersection booth, not daring to slack off.

At the first moment he realized he was lost, Yuan Bozhu should have sought help from those staff members to take him to the nearest shuttle point.

But the problem was, Yuan Bozhu wasn’t on the ground now.

Not long ago, he had flown to the rooftop of a building.

Flying, as the name suggests, means jumping without using any tools while nobody notices.

The reasons were complicated, but they could also be summed up simply—

After sharing Qin Rui’s cake, Yuan Bozhu proposed to leave first. No one stopped him, and he left smoothly.

But as he was leaving, he felt the presence of Yuan Qifeng.

Yes, his brother, who had accomplished nothing and lived off their parents every month, had also appeared in this top-tier billionaire club.

After encountering the severely injured Yuan Qifeng on the street last time, Yuan Bozhu was worried that there might be more danger after Yuan Qifeng, so he cast a soul-tracking spell, winding the wolf’s tail hair into soul-thread on his index finger.

As long as the soul-thread was unbroken, it meant that Yuan Qifeng was not dead.

And based on the tightness of its binding on his finger, Yuan Bozhu could roughly estimate how far Yuan Qifeng was.

Just now, he found that Yuan Qifeng was within a distance of less than ten meters from him. It was close to being in the same space—

That is to say, Yuan Qifeng might have been to the house where Qin Rui was having his birthday.

The current situation, in short, was that in order to track Yuan Qifeng, Yuan Bozhu did not immediately leave Nightless Continent. He wanted to know what Yuan Qifeng was up to.

He took off his glasses and soared over one building after another.

But the Soul Tracer couldn’t pinpoint precisely, and Yuan Qifeng was a beastman with strong anti-surveillance capabilities.

In the end, Yuan Bozhu didn’t let Yuan Qifeng find the person.

It was already late, and the surveillance zone of the Nightless Continent was dense.

He could only give up.

Half an hour later, Yuan Bozhu stopped at the top of a building he didn’t even know where it was.

It was close to the yacht harbor pool, and it seemed far from the main entrance.

From the height, a guard post could be seen a hundred meters away from here.

But Yuan Bozhu couldn’t jump down immediately because the building beneath him was the center of a hot spring pool.

Someone could come out of it at any time.

Yuan Bozhu disappeared into the night sky, observing for a long time until he found the blind spots in surveillance and confirmed that no one passed by nearby.

He leaped lightly from a height of ten meters and landed steadily.

Just as he was about to turn the corner, he heard voices.

‘I wonder, do they really not provide those services?’

‘You really live up to being a nouveau riche, quite vulgar.’

‘Look at you, saying that. I’ve struggled for half my life just to be a nouveau riche and throw money around. Any problem? Today, I rarely bask in your glory and got in. You have to let me indulge a bit.’

‘No, we can provide you with a venue here, but not women… or men.’

‘Tch, then Nightless isn’t that great.’

Two men in bathrobes came out of the hot spring building, intending to go to the wine cellar for a drink, but first leaned against the side of a stone statue, smoking and chatting casually.

Yuan Bozhu didn’t even look at them, quickened his pace, and distanced himself from them, heading towards the nearest shuttle bus.

Lin Shuanghuai stood at the stern of the boat.

The waves were big and had splashed onto him.

The back of the yacht was low and without a railing; he could dip his legs into the water.

His face was pale as he looked up at Chen Jin.

This hour-long sea party had nothing to do with him the whole time.

When it was time to return, Chen Jin suddenly called him to the stern deck, saying he wanted to talk to him.

But he actually backed him into a corner.

Lin Shuanghuai smiled awkwardly, ‘…Do you want me dead?’

‘You can’t die.’

Chen Jin seemed to inexplicably believe that Lin Shuanghuai must be different from ordinary people. ‘I put something in your drink, you know?’

‘But I drank it and nothing happened.’

Lin Shuanghuai grabbed the railing, looking pale in the sea breeze.

‘Yeah, it’s not poison,’

Chen Jin explained. ‘It’s from the fortune teller. He said that eating that thing could help you awaken your bloodline prematurely.’

‘You’ve been to university, haven’t your teachers told you not to believe in superstition? What bloodline nonsense, there’s no such thing.’

Lin Shuanghuai tugged at his mouth, trying to reason with him. ‘Bro, I can’t swim. If you push me down, and I really die…?’

‘The fortune teller said that in extreme danger, to protect yourself, your bloodline will become active, combined with the medicine just now, to help you awaken and erupt. You won’t die.’

As Chen Jin spoke, he approached him.

Lin Shuanghuai’s chest heaved violently, and his eyes suddenly reddened. ‘Why do you have to prove I’m a monster before you’ll give up? Just because of my eyes? Then I’ll give you my eyes, okay?’

For so many years, no matter how Chen Jin troubled him, scolded him, humiliated him, and tried every way to torment him, Lin Shuanghuai never cried.

But now that Chen Jin really wanted to kill him, Lin Shuanghuai suddenly cried.

He felt like all his previous efforts were meaningless. Chen Jin had no intention of being lenient towards him.

He even wanted him dead.

‘I have to do this.’

Chen Jin turned his face away, not looking at him. ‘I know what you are, I’m very clear. I want other people to know too. You, crying won’t help…’

At that moment when he finished speaking, Lin Shuanghuai really stopped crying. Although tears still hung on his face, Lin Shuanghuai restrained his emotions, calmly persuading him,

‘Don’t do this, Chen Jin, don’t take things this far. Dad would be angry if he knew.’

‘When he sees what you are, he’ll want to kill you even more than me.’

Before the words fell, accompanied by the DJ switching to the next explosive beat, Chen Jin suddenly rushed over and pushed Lin Shuanghuai towards the edge of the ship without a railing.

But in a moment, he seemed to hear Lin Shuanghuai sigh.

‘Ah…’

When Chen Jin reacted, he found that his hand seemed to have pushed into emptiness.

Then, there was a dizzying sensation—

Lin Shuanghuai’s speed was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye.

Chen Jin didn’t know how he dodged, but anyway, by the time he realized what had happened, it was too late.

Lin Shuanghuai dodged to the side, grabbed his hand, and using the force he pushed forward, he took him towards the waves.

At the moment Chen Jin lost his balance, Lin Shuanghuai kicked him in the waist.

With a splash, Chen Jin almost fell into the water.

‘Lin Shuanghuai, you!! Ugh…’

Chen Jin was good at swimming and even won second place in diving in middle school.

But he didn’t expect Lin Shuanghuai, who always seemed harmless and non-aggressive, to suddenly fight back.

So, when he fell, he was completely unprepared and choked on a mouthful of seawater.

Now, Chen Jin picked up a stone and hit his foot, splashing around in the cold and wetness, his eyes unable to open due to the waves splashing from the propeller.

‘Will you turn into a monster when you fall?’

Lin Shuanghuai leaned aside, watching Chen Jin, his voice so soft it sounded like murmuring to himself.

He tilted his head, propping his cheeks with two fingers, admiring Chen Jin’s desperate struggles on the water’s surface.

Seeing Chen Jin struggling with closed eyes and almost unable to float several times, he just watched.

There was no sense of satisfaction in revenge, but there was no guilt for doing something wrong either.

‘Since you won’t, then I won’t either.’

After saying that, Lin Shuanghuai turned and walked into the empty cabin.

‘…Huh? Who opened the railing at the stern… No, no! Someone fell into the water!!’

Soon, the sailors noticed Chen Jin struggling in the water and immediately went to rescue him.

Others also moved quickly, rushing from the gangway and deck.

For a while, everyone was in a panic, busy and confused. When no one

While no one was paying attention, Lin Shuanghuai had already taken out a whole bottle of brandy from the refrigerator.

He held a cup in one hand and poured the liquor with the other.

Leaning against the glass door, he swallowed the strong alcohol that he wasn’t good at, expressionless, watching the commotion outside.

People were screaming, but he only felt bored.