Unlike those relatives who could be squeezed for oil, Jing Zhengwei and Jing Zhengwu were both handsome, dignified young masters. After all, wealthy people could hardly have poor looks when they were young—the Jing family had a history of over a hundred years, and even their natural genetic selection alone—only marrying beauties—had produced outstanding descendants.
Those fat men hadn't looked bad when they were young either. They also cultivated battle techniques to prolong their lives. But once they grew older, their metabolisms slowed, while the money and power they controlled increased with age. Naturally, they could no longer maintain their figures, and after indulging in pleasure, they became one fatso after another.
However, Jing Zhengwei and Jing Zhengwu had completely different temperaments. Jing Zhengwei was like a sinister, unrestrained, sickly young master, while Jing Zhengwu was an heroic and mighty gentleman of bamboo. To describe it according to Jing Zhengwei's aesthetic standards, Jing Zhengwei himself could dress as a delicate and alluring beauty assistant, while his younger brother could only dress as a sunny, athletic beauty—the difference was roughly that great.
But Le Yu didn't feel much hostility toward Jing Zhengwu.
Or rather, Jing Zhengwei didn't feel much hostility toward his younger brother.
Although the two of them had been destined from birth to fight to the death for the position of family head, Jing Zhengwei actually admired Jing Zhengwu—he was intelligent, hardworking, neither arrogant nor impatient, willing to use every connection, and unscrupulous in his methods.
Naturally, there were no good people in the Jing family. After becoming involved in the family business, Jing Zhengwu often lined his own pockets as well. The few treasures Le Yu had provided Bai Ye were from Jing Zhengwu's "private stash." But that was normal. Everyone did the same. If Jing Zhengwei hadn't