Shen Jun's tone was firm, so the brothers did not insist on staying. Before they left, Shen Yu was still pressed against the window, watching wistfully as Shen Jun walked into the commercial building.
"Second Brother, is something on Little Jun's mind?"
Traffic streamed endlessly along the street. Only when Shen Jun was out of sight did Shen Yu draw his head back with a sigh.
"He spends every day with you guys. How would I know?" Shen Xingshuo rubbed his sore eyes too. The trip back from the set had taken over three hours, and the car ride had left him a little tired.
"True." Tearing his reluctant gaze away, Shen Yu shamelessly slumped against Shen Xingshuo. "I'm going to sleep for a bit."
"You certainly know how to make yourself comfortable." Shen Xingshuo pinched his youngest brother's cheeks in displeasure, but his body obligingly relaxed, letting Shen Yu lie across his lap and doze.
The driver kept the ride smooth, and amid the gentle swaying and jolting, the brothers fell fast asleep.
After getting out of the car, Shen Jun stopped at the commercial center. The view from up high was far more striking than seeing it at ground level.
He saw workers hurrying along and vendors making their way through the streets and alleys, as well as wealthy people cruising in luxury cars. Their figures, crossing in opposite directions, seemed to mark a divide between two worlds.
Recalling the despair and struggles of his childhood, the confusion and panic when he had been brought to the Shen Family five years ago, and the material and emotional abundance he now enjoyed, Shen Jun pressed his lips together, still somewhat bewildered.
As a little boy, Shen Jun's wish had been to make money-lots and lots of money-to raise his