Someone Really Could Wake Up Hungry

In the middle of the night, Qi Si really did wake up from hunger.

When he opened his eyes, his mind was still muddled.

Who am I? Where am I? Why am I opening my eyes?

Oh, he was hungry.

Qi Si rolled over, initially intending to ignore it. If he fell asleep, he would not feel hungry anymore.

However, after tossing and turning for quite a while, he had not endured the hunger away. Instead, it had completely chased away his drowsiness.

Hunger often made people irritable, and sometimes, the more one tried to ignore it, the stronger it became.

In the end, hunger defeated Qi Si's fragile stomach.

With no other choice, Qi Si threw back the covers and got out of bed.

He shuffled downstairs in his slippers.

Just as he was thinking of going to the kitchen to make himself something to eat, he noticed that the kitchen light was on.

Qi Si froze, thinking there might be a thief in the house.

He carefully approached the kitchen door and saw Qi Wang, dressed in pajamas, standing with his back to him and cooking noodles.

"Brother? Why are you still awake?"

Qi Wang turned around and was not surprised in the slightest to see Qi Si.

"Go wait in the dining room. The noodles will be ready soon."

"Oh." Qi Si's mind was still not entirely clear. Hearing Qi Wang say that, he instinctively did as he was told.

Only after sitting at the dining table did he seem to wake from a dream, staring at the kitchen in astonishment.

So why was Qi Wang getting up to cook noodles at this hour?

And why was he not surprised at all by his sudden appearance, as though he had expected it?

Qi Si sat at the dining table, his thoughts racing.

Until Qi Wang placed a bowl of noodles in front of him.

"Eat."

Qi Si lowered his head for a look. They were plain noodles cooked in the leftover broth from dinner.

There was even a golden fried egg resting on top.

He looked up at the space in front of Qi Wang. It was empty, with nothing there.

"Brother, aren't you eating?" Had he come downstairs and stolen his brother's late-night snack?

"I'm not eating. I made this especially for you. Weren't you hungry? Hurry up and eat, then go back to sleep."

Qi Si stared blankly at Qi Wang.

A late-night snack specially made for him?

How had Qi Wang known he was hungry? He had not told Qi Wang in advance.

Telepathy between brothers?

What bullshit!

Seeing Qi Si stare at him without eating, Qi Wang asked in confusion, "What's wrong? You don't want noodles?"

"No." Qi Si shook his head and slowly voiced the question in his heart. "Brother, how did you know I was hungry?"

Qi Wang looked at Qi Si in confusion.

"Don't you get up around this time every day for a late-night snack? You were even a few minutes late today. I was just about to go upstairs and call you."

"Huh?" Qi Si was dumbfounded.

So having a late-night snack was a daily necessity for the original owner?

No wonder this body's hunger had felt so unbearable. Wasn't this just like someone reaching the time for their three daily meals?

So the original owner ate four meals a day?

Qi Wang was way too good as an older brother. He got up in the middle of the night specifically to make a late-night snack for his younger brother.

Damn!

Qi Si could not help starting to envy the original owner.

With such a wonderful older brother, the original owner had still gotten his brother killed over a woman who treated him as a backup.

That was truly unforgivable!

A younger brother who screwed over his brother like that was better off gone!

From now on, he was Qi Wang's real younger brother!

And do not say he was a robber who had stolen someone else's brother.

Yes, he was a robber!

He had no morals, so moral blackmail did not work on him!

Qi Si happily finished his late-night meal, patted his stomach, leaned against the back of his chair, and burped.

Qi Wang looked at him with gentle eyes.

"Full?"

"Mm, completely satisfied~"

"Then that's good. Wash the bowl. I'm going to bed first."

Qi Si froze, then nodded. "Oh, okay. Brother, go to bed early. Good night."

Qi Wang paused as he rose, then turned back to look suspiciously at Qi Si.

"What?" Qi Si was baffled.

Qi Wang looked at Qi Si with an extremely strange expression, as though he were seeing him for the first time.

There was unfamiliarity and alarm in his gaze.

Qi Si suddenly felt guilty. Did I give myself away?

Had Qi Wang discovered that he was not the original owner?

Had he just done something that made Qi Wang suspicious?

"You... haven't actually damaged your brain, have you?"

"Huh?"

"Don't you hate washing dishes the most? Every time I ask you to wash them, you make a fuss. Why are you being so well-behaved today?"

"Uh..."

Qi Si had never expected that Qi Wang would become suspicious just because of washing dishes!

Qi Si quickly adjusted his attitude and looked at Qi Wang speechlessly. "You really are my biological brother! Can't I suddenly become more sensible? It's just washing a bowl. Do you really have to suspect that there's something wrong with my brain?"

Seeing the angry look on Qi Si's face, Qi Wang strangely felt the worry in his heart settle.

Looking at his hot-tempered little brother, this really was his brother.

"Fine, fine, my fault. I apologize."

"So insincere!"

Qi Wang: "..." =_=

"Hurry up, wash the dishes, and go to sleep. What time do you think it is?"

"I'm not washing them anymore! You don't believe me anyway!" After saying that, Qi Si shoved the bowl and chopsticks in front of him away, then left the dining room and went upstairs to sleep.

Qi Wang watched Qi Si's back disappear onto the second floor, chuckled helplessly, then glanced at the dishes on the table and cleaned them up himself.

Upstairs, after returning to his room, Qi Si squatted on the floor with his head in his hands.

Damn!

That had been close!

No, was something wrong with Qi Wang?

Shouldn't a younger brother becoming sensible be something to feel pleased about? Why had he reacted as though he had witnessed some supernatural event?

Qi Si squatted on the floor and talked himself through it for several minutes. By the time he stood up again, he had regained his calm.

It was his fault for not having complete memories. He was not very clear on many of the original owner's habits.

Take washing dishes, for example. He had not thought much about it at the time. Qi Wang had gotten up in the middle of the night to make him a snack, so making him wash the dishes afterward seemed a bit too much.

In truth, he himself did not like washing dishes either, so at least that had not broken character.

"I hope Qi Wang isn't suspicious. Otherwise, I'll have to find a way to cover it up. So annoying!" Qi Si raked a hand through his hair and flopped onto the bed.

After eating and drinking his fill, it was easy to get sleepy. He had still been thinking of countermeasures.

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep without even realizing when.

When he opened his eyes the next day, it was already broad daylight.

He checked the time. It was ten in the morning.

Qi Si was somewhat surprised. It had been many years since he had gotten up this late.

Before getting sick, he simply had no time to sleep in.

After getting sick, he had time, but the torment of his illness meant he could barely sleep well.

Thinking about it carefully, the last time he had slept until ten in the morning like this was probably when he was a child and his parents were still alive.

There was no need to think about it. Qi Wang was definitely not home at this hour.

In the original owner's memories, Qi Wang left early and returned late every day, heading to the company before eight every morning.

He worked so hard.

In his original world, before he fell ill, Qi Si had been much like Qi Wang. He worked every day, left early and returned late, and often slept less than two hours a day.

That was precisely why he had eventually worked himself sick.

Even after becoming ill, he had not gained much more time to rest.

The people under him depended on him to make a living, while wolves and tigers watched him closely. He could not relax for even a moment.

Until he could no longer hold on and was sent to the hospital for treatment.

Only during the final stretch of his life had he truly received a brief period of ease.

So in this life, no matter what, Qi Si did not want to repeat his previous life—working himself to death only to benefit others in the end.

But thinking of the arrangements he had made before dying, Qi Si could not help sneering.

If those people found out that he had sold all the shares in his hands and donated all his assets, would they be angered to death?

They had better not die of anger. Being left half-dead with rage would be best.