Let's Talk About Hatching an Egg

Chapter 25

If one looked closely, there were still some differences between the little yellow dog in the painting and the little mutt Yan Beiyou kept.

Yan Beiyou's little mutt had a rounder head and eyes, and its fur was not as yellow as the one in the painting.

It was pale yellow, a bright golden color like sunlight.

The painting had merely reminded him of Yan Beiyou's little mutt. He neither intended to buy it himself nor planned to accept it as a gift from someone else.

Xu Wenyan destroying the painting right in front of him stirred not the slightest emotion in Ye Nanxun.

But according to the plot, Xu Wenyan should have been timid and sensitive at this point, only playing petty tricks behind the backs of people he disliked.

This arrogant, overbearing manner was more like how he was later on.

Ye Nanxun looked toward Xu Wenyan. Xu Wenyan was looking at him too, his eyes openly dripping with provocation and contempt, like a cold, venomous snake slithering past.

Ye Nanxun lowered his head to avoid Xu Wenyan's gaze, a flicker of suspicion passing through his clear green eyes.

Xu Wenyan sneered inwardly. He remembered this person—Ye Zhineng's cousin.

In his previous life, Ye Zhineng had deliberately used Ye Nanxun to provoke him. Later, he had ruined Ye Nanxun's face.

He could not remember how this person had ended up. In any case, he had merely been someone with no real presence.

His cold, viscous gaze swept over Ye Nanxun's lowered face. After being reborn, Xu Wenyan felt even more disdainful. Now, he did not even think much of He Yiming and the others, much less would he put a mere Ye Nanxun in his eyes.

Ye Zhineng's face turned cold. "Xu Wenyan, what the hell are you doing?!"

Xu Wenyan did not even spare Ye Zhineng a glance. He grinned. "I was fooling you. I don't like little mutts. They're ugly as hell."

He Lanxue's eyes widened in fury. Turning to He Yiming, she said, "Brother! Nanxun is my friend. Are you just going to let Xu Wenyan go crazy like this?!"

He Yiming looked indifferent. His gaze lightly passed over Ye Nanxun, who had his head lowered, lingering only for a brief instant before shifting to the ruined painting on the floor.

With both hands tucked into his pockets, He Yiming's voice carried a trace of displeasure. "Xiaoyan, stop making trouble."

"Oh."

After responding lazily, Xu Wenyan walked back to He Yiming's side. As he did, he deliberately curled his lips at the fuming He Lanxue.

It was blatant provocation.

He Lanxue's chest heaved violently with anger. She wanted to point at Xu Wenyan and curse him out, but when she thought of her brother's indulgent attitude, she suddenly deflated, feeling as though it was pointless.

If she had not deliberately praised Ye Nanxun in front of He Yiming, Xu Wenyan would not have suddenly targeted him.

She had only not expected Xu Wenyan to be so spoiled by her brother that he had become utterly lawless, not even putting Ye Zhineng and William in his eyes as he humiliated people to their faces.

"Brother Nanxun, I'm sorry."

He Lanxue walked to Ye Nanxun's side. Seeing the young man with his head lowered and saying nothing, she felt overwhelmed with self-reproach and guilt.

Ye Nanxun had only lowered his head because he was thinking about something else, but to everyone else, he looked as though he had been bullied and was nursing a grievance.

The proud swan lowered its head, revealing a slender stretch of pale neck, like fragile crystal—so vulnerable that it stirred one's pity.

Hearing He Lanxue call him, Ye Nanxun merely shook his head. "Let's go back."

With that, he guided his wheelchair toward the exit.

He Lanxue hurried after him. "All right, let's go back."

Ye Zhineng said nothing, but he followed behind them as well. He turned back to glance in Xu Wenyan's direction. Xu Wenyan was nestled against He Yiming's side and did not give him so much as a look.

William had finally found a chance to get acquainted with Ye Nanxun. Before he could even make an impression, he had suddenly been publicly slapped in the face by a nobody like Xu Wenyan.

Xu Wenyan had torn up the painting, but what he had trampled on was William's face as the gallery owner.

What was Xu Wenyan, anyway?

He was only relying on He Yiming backing him.

But it was He Yiming, someone William could neither afford to offend nor openly fall out with.

William wanted to see Ye Nanxun off too, but he truly had no face to do so now.

Giving Xu Wenyan a disgusted glance, William did not even want to greet He Yiming. With a cold face, he left directly.

He Yiming said, "Xiaoyan, you've offended quite a few people today."

Xu Wenyan looped his arm through He Yiming's and smiled sweetly. "But I have Brother He backing me up."

He Yiming's gaze fell once more on the unwanted painting lying on the floor.

As he looked at it, he remembered the omega in the wheelchair, head lowered.

His smooth black hair had fallen down, revealing a slender stretch of pale neck.

Not long after arriving at the exhibition, Ye Nanxun was riding back in the car.

Leaning against the car window with his head slightly lowered, Ye Nanxun watched the city flash past outside while thinking over Xu Wenyan's every move that day.

Something was wrong.

Xu Wenyan should not have been so arrogant and overbearing at this point, nor should he have completely ignored Ye Zhineng.

The Xu Wenyan in the book had only gradually revealed his arrogant, greedy nature after completely gaining control of the four alphas in the later stages.

The current Xu Wenyan should still have been using his mask of weakness and helplessness to package himself as an innocent, pitiful white lotus, entangling himself in love and conflict with several alphas.

The alphas, including He Yiming and Ye Zhineng, had also gradually developed feelings for Xu Wenyan during that messy entanglement.

Xu Wenyan's behavior today was more like someone spoiled by favor in the later stages.

Could he have been reborn too, just like me?

"Brother Nanxun, I'm sorry. Xu Wenyan targeted you today because I said good things about you in front of my brother."

In the overly quiet car, He Lanxue's choked apology rang out.

Ye Nanxun took his gaze from the window and said, "It's not your fault. You don't need to apologize."

With a narrow-minded and jealous personality like Xu Wenyan's, even if no one provoked him, he would still target people for inexplicable reasons.

What happened today was actually a good thing for Ye Nanxun.

He had not suffered any harm, and he had more or less confirmed that Xu Wenyan had most likely been reborn just like him.

The way Xu Wenyan had looked at him just now was completely different from when they had first met in their previous lives.

In his previous life, Xu Wenyan's eyes had been filled with vicious jealousy when he looked at him.

Just now, Xu Wenyan's gaze had been cold, but it held more contemptuous disdain than anything else.

He Lanxue and Ye Zhineng escorted Ye Nanxun home.

The two did not stay long. Perhaps feeling guilty, they exchanged a few words with Ye Nanxun before leaving.

His parents were not home. They had probably gone out to have fun.

Ye Nanxun did not hurry back to his room.

His wheelchair squeaked along the paths of the estate. He stayed in the outdoor garden for a while, the phone in his hand warming beneath his grip.

A snowflake drifted down from the sky and landed on his neck. Its icy touch made him shudder.

Snow began to fall again. Ye Nanxun made up his mind.

Little Mushroom: Mr. Yan, when are you free? Let's talk about hatching an egg.