Let's Talk About Hatching Eggs

Chapter Twenty-Five

If one looked closely, the Little Yellow Dog in the painting was still somewhat different from 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, sunlit shade.

Seeing the painting had merely reminded him of Yan Beiyou's little mutt. He had neither intended to buy it himself nor 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 pulling petty tricks behind the backs of people he disliked.

This arrogant, domineering manner was more like how he had been later on.

Ye Nanxun looked toward Xu Wenyan. The latter was looking at him as well, his eyes brimming with undisguised 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 just been an insignificant nobody.

His cold, sticky gaze swept over Ye Nanxun's lowered face. After being reborn, Xu Wenyan felt even more disdainful. These days, he did not even think much of He Yiming and the others, let alone a mere Ye Nanxun.

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 tricked you. I don't like little mutts. They're ugly as hell."

He Lanxue widened her eyes in fury and turned to He Yiming. "Brother! Nan Xun is my friend. Are you just going to let Xu Wenyan go crazy like this?!"

He Yiming's expression remained indifferent. His gaze lightly swept over Ye Nanxun, who had his head lowered, pausing for only a moment before shifting to the ruined painting on the floor.

With both hands in his trouser pockets, He Yiming spoke with a trace of displeasure. "Xiaoyan, stop messing around."

"Oh."

After answering lazily, Xu Wenyan walked back to He Yiming's side and deliberately curled his lips at the fuming He Lanxue.

It was blatant provocation.

He Lanxue's chest rose and fell violently with anger. She wanted to point at Xu Wenyan and curse him out, but when she remembered her brother's indulgent attitude, she suddenly deflated, feeling that it was pointless.

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

She just had not expected Xu Wenyan to be so spoiled by her brother that he was lawless, not even putting Ye Zhineng and William in his eyes and humiliating people to their faces.

"Brother Nan Xun, I'm sorry."

He Lanxue walked over to Ye Nanxun's side. Seeing the young man standing silently with his head bowed, she felt both 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 silently nursing a grievance.

The proud swan lowered his head, exposing a slender stretch of pale neck. Like fragile crystal, he looked so vulnerable that one could not help but feel pity for him.

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

With that, he controlled his wheelchair toward the exit.

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

Ye Zhineng said nothing, but he followed behind them. He glanced back 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 an opportunity to get acquainted with Ye Nanxun. Before he could even make an impression, an insignificant Xu Wenyan had suddenly slapped him in the face in public.

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

What the hell was Xu Wenyan, anyway?

He was only relying on He Yiming to back him up.

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

William wanted to see Ye Nanxun off as well, but he truly had no face for it now.

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

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

Xu Wenyan looped his arm through He Yiming's and smiled sweetly. "But Brother He is here to back me up."

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

As he looked at it, he again recalled the omega in the wheelchair with his head lowered.

His soft black hair had fallen over his face, revealing a slender stretch of pale neck.

Not long after arriving at the exhibition, he was back in the car heading home.

Ye Nanxun leaned against the car window, his head slightly lowered as he watched the city flash past outside, thinking over Xu Wenyan's every move today.

Something was wrong.

Xu Wenyan should not have been so arrogant and domineering 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 he completely gained control over the four alphas in the later stages.

At present, Xu Wenyan should still have been using the mask of weakness and incompetence, packaging himself as an innocent, pitiable white lotus while 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 the way he acted later on, spoiled and arrogant from being favored.

Could he have been reborn too, just like him?

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

He Lanxue's choked-up apology broke the overly quiet silence in the car.

Ye Nanxun moved his gaze away from the window. "It wasn't your fault. You don't need to apologize."

With Xu Wenyan's narrow-minded and jealous nature, even if no one provoked him, he would still target people for all sorts of inexplicable reasons.

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

He had not suffered any harm, and he had basically confirmed that Xu Wenyan was very likely reborn just like him.

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

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

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

He Lanxue and Ye Zhineng escorted Ye Nanxun home.

Neither of them stayed long. Perhaps feeling guilty, they said a few words to 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 estate path. He stayed in the outdoor garden for a while, the phone in his hand warmed by his grip.

A snowflake drifted down from the sky and landed on his neck. It was icy cold, making him shiver.

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

Little Mushroom: Mr. Yan, when do you have time? Let's talk about hatching eggs.