Make Way

Qi Wang went to handle the discharge paperwork, while Qi Si changed clothes and headed to the parking lot ahead of him to wait.

It was early autumn, and the nights were a little chilly.

Qi Si stood at the entrance to the parking lot in a white shirt. The temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, just right. Feeling rather comfortable, he looked up at the sky full of rosy clouds and curled his lips into a smile.

A gust of wind blew over, ruffling his hair.

His long bangs fell over his eyes, several strands brushing against them. Qi Si shut his eyes in discomfort.

What kind of preferences did the original owner have? He didn't find these long bangs annoying?

He was cutting them as soon as he got home!

"Excuse me, make way."

"Hm?"

Qi Si opened his eyes and saw that a man had somehow appeared in front of him.

Looking closely, the man seemed a little familiar.

"Hello, do you need something?" Qi Si asked, baffled.

The man in front of him was very tall and standing rather close. Qi Si had to tilt his head up slightly to meet his eyes when he spoke.

Whoa!

Qi Si himself was a handsome guy standing at least six feet tall. This man had to be at least six foot three, right?

What had he been fed growing up?

The man stood with his back to the streetlamp, and Qi Si could not make out his features clearly in the dim light.

Qi Si was somewhat night-blind. Once it got dark, he was practically half blind.

At that moment, he could only vaguely feel that the man's outline was familiar, especially those eyes. It seemed like he had seen them somewhere before.

The man stared at Qi Si for a moment, then slowly said, "You're blocking the way."

His voice was low and magnetic.

A treat for voice lovers.

Qi Si gave his fair assessment inwardly.

But...

"Hm? Isn't there a path right beside us?" He had deliberately stood close to the edge because he was worried about blocking people. There was no way he could be blocking this man's path.

Was he picking a fight on purpose?

The man seemed to read that meaning from Qi Si's face. After a brief silence, he lifted his chin and gestured behind Qi Si.

"My car is behind you."

Qi Si froze and turned around.

Sure enough, a black Mercedes was parked behind him.

Ah...

So he was not blocking the man's walking path. He was blocking his driving path.

How awkward.

"Sorry," Qi Si said awkwardly, stepping aside.

The man said nothing and did not even spare Qi Si another glance. After getting into the car, he drove out of the parking lot.

Qi Si rubbed his nose, feeling that his righteous indignation just now had been rather stupid.

"A Si? What are you standing here for? Why didn't you wait in the car?"

When Qi Wang arrived and saw Qi Si standing at the entrance to the parking lot in thin clothes, looking frail and gaunt, he immediately frowned.

He walked over, took off his coat, and draped it over Qi Si.

Qi Si was startled and instinctively dodged.

"Put it on! You just got out of the hospital. Do you want to go right back in?"

Qi Wang glared, and Qi Si unconsciously stopped struggling.

Was this the legendary bloodline suppression?

Qi Si found the feeling rather novel.

Qi Si put on the coat and could not help muttering, "I'm not an idiot. Wouldn't I know whether I'm cold or not?"

The moment he said that, he sneezed loudly.

Qi Si: ...Damn! Did it have to slap him in the face that hard?

Meeting Qi Wang's coldly smiling face, he quietly shut up and fastened the buttons on the coat.

After getting home, Qi Si prepared to return to his room for a shower.

He had spent the whole day lying in the hospital, and now he felt like his entire body reeked of disinfectant. It was terribly uncomfortable.

"What do you want for dinner?" Qi Wang asked as he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and headed for the kitchen.

Qi Si paused before coming back to himself. "Anything is fine. You decide, bro. I'm going to take a shower."

"Go on, but don't take too long. Dry your hair before you come out."

"Okay."

Qi Si rather envied the original owner.

Other than the servants who came to clean at fixed times, most of the time, only Qi Si and Qi Wang lived in this house.

For all three meals, as long as Qi Wang had the time, he would always be the one cooking.

Qi Wang was an excellent cook, and he had spoiled the original owner's palate along with it.

It was clear from all the little details of daily life that Qi Wang loved and doted on his younger brother very much.

Looking at it that way, the later plot of the book was fairly reasonable.

After the original owner targeted Shen Shuyu and Bo Fuyu targeted him in return, how could Qi Wang, such a devoted brother, not seek justice for his younger brother?

That made it easier to understand why Qi Wang mindlessly targeted Bo Fuyu later on.

Qi Si did not know what the original owner had been thinking, but the current Qi Si did not want to go against the male and female leads.

Nor did he want to drag the Qi Household and Qi Wang toward destruction with him.

He did not know what other people who transmigrated into books thought, but he adapted quite well.

Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.

In any case, he was thoroughly dead in his original world. Even if he went back, he might not even have a body left. He might as well stay in this world.

Heaven had given him a second life. There was no reason for him to refuse it.

Besides, this identity was quite nice. He had money and family.

As for the plot of the book and the original owner's ending, none of that was a problem.

Now that he was here, he could simply ignore all that plot. It had nothing to do with him.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The knocking interrupted Qi Si's thoughts.

"A Si, are you done? Dinner's ready."

Qi Wang's voice came from outside the door.

Qi Si touched his hair. It was already half dry.

He set down the hair dryer and answered over his shoulder, "Coming."

When he opened the door, Qi Wang saw that Qi Si was fine and visibly let out a breath of relief.

A cold sweat trickled down Qi Si's forehead.

He felt that Qi Wang was being overly cautious with him, treating him entirely like a fragile porcelain doll.

"Bro, I was just taking a shower." What could possibly happen?

Qi Wang glanced at him, left behind the words, "Come downstairs and eat," then turned and went down.

Qi Si followed behind Qi Wang.

Qi Si did not have much of an appetite to begin with, and seeing that the table was full of bland dishes made him want to eat even less.

Qi Wang saw through Qi Si's thoughts at a glance and pressed him down into a seat at the table.

He placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of him. "Finish it."

Qi Si stared at the soup in the bowl. It looked so watery and bland, as though it did not even have salt in it.

"I don't..."

Qi Wang set the rice bowl in his hand down on the table with a neither light nor heavy clack.

For some reason, Qi Si swallowed back the words he had not finished, and they made a hard one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn at his lips.

"I don't need you to serve me. I can do it myself."

Qi Wang gave his younger brother a half-smile. "Fine, serve yourself. After you finish it, have another bowl."

Qi Si: ...Okay. That's not what I meant! I didn't say that!

Aaaaaah!

For the first time in his life, Qi Si experienced the feeling of going crazy.

He could not understand why he was so timid in front of Qi Wang.

How could he be?!

But Qi Si was soon won over.

To accommodate his younger brother's difficult stomach and picky mouth, Qi Wang had specifically learned how to cook.

Even the original owner's finicky tastes had been thoroughly catered to. How could the current Qi Si, who was not picky at all as long as his stomach was full, compare?

The moment he took a sip of the soup, his eyes lit up.

He stared at the soup in his bowl in delight. Why did soup that looked so bland taste so fresh and rich?

"Bro! Did you go study at New Oriental or something? This is practically imperial chef level!"

At Qi Si's words, a trace of amusement leaked into Qi Wang's eyes.

"Stop flattering me and hurry up, finish it!"

"I mean it! It's delicious!"

"If it's delicious, then drink that whole pot."

"No probl—uh... there is a problem. Bro, that's way too much. If I finish all of it, you might have to send me back to the hospital."

Qi Si had wanted to say there was no problem, but the moment he turned and saw that pot of soup, he immediately gave in.

Qi Wang laughed at his younger brother's ability to bend and stretch.

"Enough, I was teasing you. Even if you could drink it, you can only have two bowls. With that stomach of yours, I'd be worried if you drank too much."

Qi Si: ...

Just how fragile was his stomach? Was three bowls of soup really too much?

The facts proved that Qi Wang understood Qi Si well.

After two bowls of soup, Qi Si felt rather full.

Looking at the remaining soup, Qi Si found it a little regrettable.

"What are we doing with the rest of the soup? Are you going to finish it, bro?"

"My stomach may not be as fragile as yours, but it isn't that big either."

Seeing Qi Si's regretful expression, Qi Wang said with a laugh, "Don't worry, it won't go to waste. Put it in the fridge. We can use it for noodles tonight as a late-night snack."

Hm? There was something this good?

Qi Si felt like he was back in business.

Bo Yanqi: Have I appeared yet?

Su Su: Emmm... Doesn't that count as appearing?