"... Pets and their owners?" Luo Hang's breathing seemed to quicken, his voice softened, and his gaze suddenly shifted to Jiang Qingye. "What do you mean?"
Jiang Qingye rubbed his temples with his long fingers, feeling a little tired, and was about to explain.
Jiang Nan voice came from the side, "Let me introduce you, this is my little dog."
Jiang Qingye: "..."
He glanced coldly at Jiang Nan, a forced smile playing on his lips, and said, "If you've got the guts, repeat it again."
Jiang Nan was concerned about his reputation. He opened his mouth, intending to repeat himself, but suddenly remembered his 500,000 yuan. So he lowered his head and obediently took a sip of tea.
Jiang Qingye then looked at Luo Hang.
His face was very pale, and there was a faint redness at the corners of his eyes. When he noticed Jiang Qingye's gaze, he quickly raised his hand and wiped the water from the corners of his eyes.
The man sighed softly, "Although I hate to admit it, this lunatic in front of me is indeed my younger brother, the kind who's on the same household registration."
Luo Hang was taken aback.
He slowly turned his head and glanced at Jiang Nan. Jiang Nan was drinking tea with her head down. Noticing his gaze, she smiled with her eyes crinkling.
Jiang Qingye's eyes are classic peach blossom eyes, while Jiang Nan's eyes are doe eyes, round and with clear black and white.
They look completely different.
But when Jiang Nan lowered her head to drink tea, her eyes were slightly curved, and the folds in her eyes bore a resemblance to those of Jiang Qingye.
Luo Hang finally believed that Jiang Nan and Jiang Qingye were brothers.
His first reaction wasn't relief that he still had a chance, but rather he turned his head, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, and looked at Jiang Qingye: "Are you explaining this to me?"
Jiang Qingye was probably used to his sycophantic behavior. She pursed her thin lips slightly and said, "You're overthinking it."
Jiang Nan was completely stunned.
What kind of love-struck person is this?
Wasn't Luo Hang supposed to be incredibly aloof? Why has he become like this now???
771 screamed wildly in his mind: [Ahhhhh! Little Luo!! Win over this man!!!]
"Oh."
Luo Hang responded, undeterred by the answer. Instead, he squatted down again, carefully grasping the man's neatly adjusted suit and tie.
With a devout gaze and a slightly tilted head, as if beholding a deity, he asked, "Would you like me to stay with you tonight?"
Jiang Qingye exchanged a glance with him, seemingly lost in thought, then looked up at Jiang Nan and said, "You go first."
Jiang Nan: "..."
He added tactfully, "I'm an adult now."
Jiang Qingye had his head down, his fingers gently rubbing Luo Hang's chin. His eyes were indifferent, and his movements were not particularly gentle or meticulous; he was simply rubbing the boy's chin.
Perhaps it was because the blinds directly opposite were open, letting in light that happened to fall into his captivating, charming eyes, and Jiang Nan managed to detect a hint of tenderness.
The word "gentle" doesn't fit Jiang Qingye at all.
Although this person always has a smiling face, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that he's the type who hides a knife behind a smile.
Jiang Qingye didn't even bother to glance at Jiang Nan. He looked down at Luo Hang and asked lazily, "What? Need me to buy you a trending topic? To celebrate you coming of age?"
Jiang Nan hesitated for a moment, then said tactfully again, "I'm an adult now. I can watch whatever happens between you two!"
771: [And there's my adorable system too!]
Jiang Qingye raised his head, his expression somewhat complicated, and said, "Are you the one who's gone mad, or am I?"
Jiang Nan retorted vehemently, " Little Jiang, you've disappointed me greatly. You're treating me like an outsider."
Just as Jiang Nan was heartbroken, Jiang Qingye impatiently interrupted him, "When you and your husband... were together, why didn't you invite me to visit?"
Jiang Nan suddenly became mute.
His ears turned red as he thought to himself, "What kind of good brother would do something like this?"
Jiang Qingye gave them the order to leave, "Get out."
Jiang Nan reluctantly gave an "Oh".
As he left the company and got into the Jiang Family's driver's car, he muttered to 771, "[They're both so troubled by love, I'm more sleepy than a dog.]"
771 is even more exhausted; he didn't see what he wanted to see, and he didn't hear what he wanted to hear.
[You can forget about it.]
-
Jiang Nan still resented Jiang Qingye for making her leave, so she told the driver to go back to Jinghe Garden.
Jinghe Garden remains just as I remember it: clean and quiet.
After Jiang Nan got out of the car, she suddenly remembered something and said to the driver, "I'm sorry, driver, my suitcase is still in South Bridge Cloud Lane. I'll have to trouble you to bring it back for me."
The driver readily replied, "Young Master, please don't stand on ceremony. With our relationship, it's nothing."
771: [What's your relationship with him?]
Jiang Nan said in a deep voice, "[We've played Honor of Kings of Glory together.]"
-
When the suitcase was returned, Jiang Nan was completely relieved. She went back to her bedroom on the second floor and started to catch up on her sleep.
He slept fitfully until Zhu Xia woke him up with a phone call.
"Hello?"
The boy's refreshing, minty voice was enveloped in a deep sense of drowsiness.
Zhu Xia was taken aback. "You're sleeping?"
"... Hmm." Jiang Nan shifted her position and asked, "What is it now?"
"It's nothing serious," Zhu Xia said. "Just a friendly reminder, we're starting recording the show the day after tomorrow."
Jiang Nan suddenly opened her eyes, and a bubble sound suddenly popped into her head.
"Do you know what the consequences are of angering me?"
"Ah--" Jiang Nan clutched her head in anguish, "What sins have I committed?"
The troublemaker was unhappy, and Zhu Xia's mood instantly improved. "I'm hanging up. Remember to tidy up and change your sleep schedule."
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With a face full of resentment heavier than a ghost, Jiang Nan went to the bathroom in his slippers to wash his face. After he was completely awake, he stared at himself in the mirror.
"Before I knew it, it was time to go to work again. Ugh, I should have just kept quiet."
771 clicked his tongue, "[You're so pitiful.]"
His tone was tinged with schadenfreude.
Jiang Nan ignored him, went downstairs to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and rummaged through it. "Strange, where's the bottle of iced cola I put in there earlier?"
He searched carefully again but still couldn't find it, so he picked up the yogurt on the side, tore open the lid, licked it, and instantly felt refreshed.
He was wearing slippers and was about to leisurely walk to the living room sofa to watch TV when the elevator suddenly beeped; someone had arrived.
Jiang Nan was taken aback.
No way?
Could it be that his good brother has returned?
The elevator doors slowly opened to both sides, and Fu Jingzhou immediately saw Jiang Nan.
The guy was squatting on the ground, holding a carton of blue yogurt, biting on a straw, staring at him with his big, doe-like eyes, not blinking.
She must have just woken up; her hair was as messy as ever, as if it had been bombed.
The red mark on her cheek was obvious, and her lips, which were sucking on a straw, were rosy and beautiful.