Xie Jinghui secretly slipped back to his room, took a shower, and when he came out again, he saw this warm and tender scene of brotherly affection.
He didn't say anything or disturb them; he just leaned against the door and watched silently.
In the end, it was Shen Sixian first noticed him, and his face, which had lost its sharpness due to tenderness, turned cold and indifferent once more.
Shen Sixian's appearance is contradictory and also aggressive. His eyebrows and eyes are too deep and sharp, so when he frowns, he appears particularly arrogant and unapproachable.
Only in front of Shen Shuangjian would that sharpness and coldness soften into tenderness and emotion full of pity.
Xie Jinghui clearly fell into his category of dislikes, so he didn't want to give Xie Jinghui even a shred of feigned politeness, let alone any peace or joy.
" Mr. Xie, do you enjoy prying into other people's family affairs?"
Shen Sixian may still be too young, or perhaps he always lacks composure when it comes to matters concerning Shen Shuangjian.
In the past, Xie Jinghui might have thought he was being too offensive, and if Shen Shuangjian hadn't been there, he might have secretly scoffed at Shen Sixian as an idiot.
Because in the world of fame and fortune, where pleasure and indulgence reign, it is extremely foolish and undignified to wear one's heart on one's sleeve.
But when all of this was tinged with Shen Shuangjian's colors, Xie Jinghui realized that everything seemed like a glass doll encased in a bubble in a fairy tale.
Everything was so cute and made him feel so happy.
Even the excessive caution that Shen Sixian showed every time he saw Xie Jinghui, as if facing a formidable enemy, made Xie Jinghui feel incredibly warm because of his tolerance out of love for Shen Sixian.
After all, two cold-blooded scheming individuals, as long as they coexist, will inevitably be wary of each other's henchmen, yet still greedily eyeing each other's lifelines with their hidden brilliance.
But now they're standing together, competing, no longer because of money or power, but because they both want to desperately prove to each other that they love Shen Shuangjian more.
This is absurd, childish, and so ridiculous that it makes you want to laugh uncontrollably.
Xie Jinghui had clearly done something wrong yesterday, but today, facing Shen Sixian, he showed no remorse whatsoever.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, taking a step back in front of Shen Sixian, as if in a deliberate provocation, or perhaps a pleased concession. "Sorry."
Shen Sixian ignored him, holding Shen Shuangjian's hand and completely disregarding Xie Jinghui.
" Shuangjian, come downstairs for breakfast."
Shen Sixian really dislikes Xie Jinghui.
It wasn't just because the other party was openly and secretly trying to seduce Shen Shuangjian; half the reason was that Xie Jinghui was not someone worthy of trust.
In terms of social structure, Shen Sixian admits that he and Xie Jinghui are very similar.
The same indifference, the same ambition.
In particular, Xie Jinghui Shen Sixian had not forgotten Xie Jinghui's previous veiled insults and humiliations, saying that he was not worthy of being Shen Shuangjian's brother.
In short, as long as Shen Sixian is alive, Xie Jinghui can forget about getting close to or deceiving Zhizhi under his nose.
Yesterday was Shen Shuangjian's birthday, and everyone had prepared to celebrate with him. Unfortunately, the protagonist of the banquet did not show up, and instead, they all ended up getting a little tipsy.
" Shuangjian- ge, Mr. Shen, you're up!"
Yu Sheng seemed oblivious to Xie Jinghui, who was following behind the two. He was wearing a pale yellow apron and his face was covered in flour.
As soon as he heard the footsteps, he turned around with a smile, and his eyes lit up, especially after confirming that the person was the one he wanted to see.
"I made breakfast today, and it was delicious! Although I'm not very good at cooking many dishes, I'm quite good at making breakfast!"
They must have drunk quite a bit yesterday, because the restaurant was half empty this morning. Apart from Yu Sheng and Gu Xuanlin, the other two didn't even get up.
Shen Shuangjian had finally come downstairs, Gu Xuanlin, who had been waiting in the restaurant for twenty minutes, could finally have his breakfast.
Yu Sheng finished up the breakfast preparations and quickly brought out two small plates, a bowl of soup, and a dessert from the kitchen.
He placed Shen Shuangjian's breakfast on the table, smiling and saying expectantly, "I've tried it, and it actually tastes pretty good."
After he finished speaking, he went to the kitchen to help bring out Shen Sixian's portion. His demeanor was very polite and cheerful, perfectly embodying the image of a good family man.
"Oh, right, Shuangjian- nii, and your milk too."
Yu Sheng hurriedly returned to the kitchen, and half a minute later, a glass of milk with an insulated sleeve appeared on Shen Shuangjian's dining table.
"Fresh milk with almonds, microwaved for forty seconds, will achieve the perfect temperature."
Breakfast was served, and Yu Sheng sat opposite her, resting his chin on his hand, looking at Shen Shuangjian with expectant and tender eyes.
He looked calm and collected, slowly picked up the milk, took a sip, and then put it down with a normal expression.
Only after Shen Shuangjian had tasted everything without making any small gestures like frowning or pursing her lips did Yu Sheng finally look away with satisfaction.
Yu Sheng still remembers the first time he brought breakfast for Shen Shuangjian. Because he was afraid the milk would get cold, he heated it up many times.
In the end, the milk spoiled; although it wasn't completely bad, the taste was no longer palatable.
He remembered that Shen Shuangjian frowned slightly at the time, and then he never touched that glass of milk again.
So from that day on, Yu Sheng began to focus on learning to cook, but unfortunately the dishes for lunch and dinner were too complicated and too difficult to control, and he could never cook them well.
So he could only start with breakfast.
From a large breakfast to a small glass of milk, he privately pondered and observed how often Shen Shuangjian ate, and then made improvements accordingly.
What temperature and how long should you microwave a glass of fresh milk to achieve the perfect consistency for drinking?
The final answer is forty-three seconds.
Yu Sheng did put a lot of thought into making breakfast.
Even someone as picky about food as Shen Shuangjian, who doesn't seem to have any particular appetite, could eat breakfast without any problems.
Spending all day in the bedroom can be quite boring.
After breakfast, Shen Shuangjian was left on the beanbag chair not far from the fireplace, holding the tablet that Shen Sixian usually used for work, watching a TV series that he had downloaded in advance.
He was very quiet and rarely looked away. Although he looked very attentively, he rarely showed any emotional reaction.
Shen Sixian sat on the sofa behind him, his knees resting on the bottom of the computer, working intently.
The atmosphere became strangely quiet. Apart from talking to Shen Shuangjian, the men didn't seem to exchange a single smile or joke with each other.
Everyone is doing their own thing.
Like Xie Jinghui, Shen Sixian held his computer, his expression indifferent and focused.
Yu Sheng was tidying up the restaurant, washing the dishes, and replacing the bouquets on the tables that were no longer fresh.
Although Gu Xuanlin didn't have any urgent work to do, he sat on the sofa, silently staring at his phone.
Perhaps the only thing they had in common was that every ten minutes or so, a few glances would briefly and gently fall on Shen Shuangjian.
But if these gazes happen to meet, they will instantly turn cold and part ways.