After another moment of silence, Qin Lei looked up and glared at Qin Feiyue. "Not a girl."
Upon hearing this, Qin Feiyue felt even worse. "Dad, when did my brother start liking boys? How come I didn't know?"
Qin Lei sneered, "Have you ever cared about your brother at all? When he was pursuing Huo Cifeng, wasn't it all over the place?"
Qin Feiyue: "What? So the object of your affections is him?"
Qin Lei took a breath and downplayed the issue, saying, "If you really want to know, just go online and look it up yourself."
"Go online? You're saying that's not allowed? Is it that complicated? I haven't been online for five or six years. I stopped after being insulted online before. My agent hasn't given me any messages outside of work either." Qin Feiyue wasn't making things up; it was the truth. His agent didn't know Qin Feiyue's family background, so naturally, he wouldn't say.
Qin Lei didn't say anything else, but simply said calmly, "If you have time, go see your brother. You get along well with him, so he should see you. Then you can persuade him to come back, or arrange a time to tell him that Dad has something to say to him."
Suddenly entrusted with an important task, Qin Feiyue left the study in a daze.
Back in his room, he immediately took out his phone and downloaded the blog. Password?
He had forgotten his password, so he texted his agent to ask, and the agent quickly sent it to him.
Afterwards, Qin Feiyue searched for his underling's entries. There were so many that he couldn't even count them all, but he didn't open them first. He was afraid of seeing the same kind of vulgar language he had seen years ago. He didn't know if the entries contained endless insults or praise. Qin Feiyue never had the courage to click on them.
Just like Dad said, he's an irresponsible older brother; he hasn't shown any care or concern for his younger brother at all...
He had tried to see his younger brother before, but his brother always avoided him. After a while, he realized that his brother probably disliked him and didn't want to see him, so he stopped bothering him.
He turned his attention to his music creation and stopped caring about the outside world, immersing himself in his own world.
He opened WeChat and instructed his assistant to compile all the things Luo Beishi had done online and send them to him.
Qin Feiyue leaned back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Has he been gone too long? Has his younger brother forgotten about his older brother...?
I'll go ask my father for his address tomorrow, and maybe I can also meet my "sister-in-law" whom I've never met before?
"Achoo!" Luo Beishi suddenly sneezed.
At that moment, Huo Cixiao was writing a couplet when he sneezed, causing him to lose his balance and the character's stroke to veer off to the side.
Luo Beishi looked up and gave the big boss an apologetic look.
The old man wasn't angry at all. Instead, he slowly put down the brush, handed him a tissue, and asked in a gentle, magnetic voice, "Are you cold?"
Luo Beishi took a tissue and wiped his face perfunctorily, saying, "I'm not cold."
He then crumpled the tissue in one hand, turned around, and tossed it in a parabola into a trash can five meters away. He then turned back and raised an eyebrow at Huo Cixiao.
Huo Cixiao knew exactly what his adorable wife was implying, and he smiled slightly. "Not bad."
"That's it." Luo Beishi said smugly, bowing his head as he continued grinding ink.
Uncle Chen tried his best to remain invisible, though he actually wanted to go out and give the couple some alone time. But his wife insisted that he stand there and enjoy the show, which moved him deeply, yet also made him incredibly jealous.
His wife passed away from illness years ago, and he remained a bachelor ever since. Seeing how affectionate the young master and his wife were in every gesture, he was truly envious.
Luo Beishi: "Honey, how about we get a couplet for Mansi too?"
Huo Cixiao: "Hmm?"
Luo Beishi: "The right-hand couplet was written as 'hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss'."
Huo Cixiao continued his work, picked up another red banner, and asked, "Left-Wing Writers' League?"
Luo Beishi: "The Left-Wing Writers' League is also like that, hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss."
Huo Cixiao: "The horizontal scroll?"
Luo Beishi slowly stopped grinding his hands, then looked up and laughed, " Mansi's awesome!"
Huo Cixiao: "..."
Finally, even the doors of the vegetable greenhouses were decorated with couplets.
After finishing the couplets, the two went on to make paper-cut window decorations.
Luo Beishi and Huo Cixiao both followed the master's instructions very seriously. If it weren't for his quick-tongued refusal to learn before, he wouldn't need to learn now; he could just have the system transmit the knowledge to him directly.
Now it's good, I have to learn.
This person truly lives up to their reputation; they picked it up incredibly quickly. And how can their hands holding those black scissors be so beautiful? This isn't just paper cutting; it's a visually stunning art performance!
System: "Host, tone it down, you're acting like a lovesick fool."
Luo Beishi wiped away non-existent drool, ignored Tongtong, and said directly to Huo Cixiao, "Honey, how about you cut the paper and I'll paste it? Okay?"
Huo Cixiao: "Either is fine."
The master craftsman on the side appeared calm, but inside he was completely shocked. This was incredible! He could actually teach the richest man in the country how to do paper cutting. If this were to be spread around, probably no one would believe it!
Moreover, Huo Cixiao exuded an extremely oppressive aura, and even an old man who was doing paper cutting felt his hands tremble just standing to the side.
Actually, these aren't the most amazing things. What's even more amazing is that the richest man in the world is completely devoted to his wife!
At night, a cold wind howled outside the villa, and snowflakes fluttered down.
In the master bedroom, bathed in warm yellow light, the couple were already preparing to go to sleep.
For the first time, Luo Beishi felt that the day hadn't been wasted. Before, when he was taking care of Huo Cixiao, the days went by quite quickly. In class, it was the same; the words went in one ear and out the other, completely unreal, and he felt somewhat dazed.
Luo Beishi: " Tongtong, I always feel like you're fake, like something I've imagined."
System: "The host can also think of it that way; you could even say they were Tongtong born from you."
Luo Beishi was amused. " Tongtong, can I tell you something?"
System: "Host, you say it? Just remember that none of Tongtong are omnipotent."
Luo Beishi: " Capital doesn't allow fireworks, so there's not much to do. Can you help me think of something?"
System: "Oh, dear host, you wouldn't believe it, but what could I possibly think of?"
Luo Beishi: "You're right, I should think about it again. How about we make dumplings on New Year's Eve? That'll be enough to torment the big villain, won't it? Hehe..."
System: "Host, are you sure?"
Luo Beishi nodded. "I'm sure!"
System: "..." Host, this is clearly a step to enhance your relationship, not a step to cross Huo Cixiao's bottom line!
Then, Luo Beishi brazenly snuggled into Huo Cixiao's arms, firmly pressing his head against Huo Cixiao's shoulder, mischievously trying to make him hurt.