They had headed back too late, and with it being New Year's Eve, they couldn't get a taxi to the hotel.
Qin Yuheng carried his suitcase as he strolled with Yu Nian through the unfamiliar streets, feeling perfectly at ease.
Now that they were alone, Yu Nian finally asked Qin Yuheng, "Brother Yu, did something happen at home?"
After a moment's thought, he added, "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. I'm just a little worried about you."
Qin Yuheng tucked their joined hands into his coat pocket. His warm, lightly callused palm covered the back of Yu Nian's hand, and the touch of skin against skin gave him a sense of peace. "There's nothing I can't tell you."
He briefly recounted what had happened that day.
He embellished nothing, simply stated the facts.
In the past, he might have asked Yu Nian what he thought about it.
But now they were in love, and their values aligned. Qin Yuheng knew what Yu Nian thought without having to ask.
After listening, Yu Nian drew a deep breath. "Now I know where your brother got his lousy genes. He's the one reaping all the benefits. What right does he have to talk about forgiveness? Does he think his two-million-a-month allowance just falls out of the sky?"
"You worked for everything you have, but he makes it sound like you just came home and inherited the family fortune. Is there something wrong with his head?!"
Yu Nian wished he could have been there to tear into both of them on Qin Yuheng's behalf. "I think they've got too much time on their hands. Here's an idea: dump them both on a construction site and make them haul bricks for a couple of days. Let's see how loving