Chapter 61

Chapter 61 - 61 060 My Gentle Yet Dangerous Brother (First Update)

Chapter 61: 060: My Gentle Yet Dangerous Brother (First Update) Chapter 61: 060: My Gentle Yet Dangerous Brother (First Update) Gu Kaiyun replied.

Gu Yihuan opened it to look.

Gu Kaiyun: “No time.”

Really, how disappointing these people are.

Valley Mouth Singing God: “So you’re the only busy one, huh?”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “Are you even my real cousin?”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “If you’re a brother, come and share my happiness.”

Gu Yihuan sent three messages in quick succession, but there was no reply for a long time.

I could do without this cousin.

Valley Mouth Singing God: “Say something, don’t make me disown you.”

Gu Kaiyun: “I’ll be an hour late.”

Gu Yihuan was about to reply with an emoji when he got a message from Xie Shang. He left the chat with Gu Kaiyun and opened Xie Shang’s response.

Xie Shang: “I’m busy.”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “With what?”

Xie Shang: “Today is Children’s Day.”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “?”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “You don’t have kids, what do you care about Children’s Day for?”

“Typing...” flashed for a few seconds and then disappeared.

Xie Shang didn’t reply.

Valley Mouth Singing God: “Fourth brother.”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “Fourth brother!”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “Fourth brother!!”

Gu Yihuan: ...

Who can cure Fourth brother’s habit of reading messages and not bothering to reply?

Guan Sixing’s reply came the slowest, after more than an hour.

Guan Sixing: “.”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “What does that mean?”

Guan Sixing sent a voice reply: “I’m busy.”

He wasn’t able to type.

Valley Mouth Singing God: “Fourth brother is coming too.”

Gu Yihuan is just a mediocre sham propagandist.

Guan Sixing: “I’m repairing a tower.”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “What are you doing?”

Guan Sixing: “Repairing the Xianglin Temple Tower.”

Valley Mouth Singing God: “Are you becoming a monk or something?”

Guan Sixing: “No.”

Every single one of them is busy.

Only a certain someone is idle, resting at home with a cast on, so bored the cast could sprout buds. And what about the big news that was promised for 7 p.m.?

That someone couldn’t hold back and had to post three friend-circle updates at 9:14 a.m.: I’m about to become enlightened!!

Today is a good day, today is Children’s Day, a festival for the kids.

“Giddyup!”

“Giddyup!”

In the Xie Family’s first-floor hall, a little chubby bundle is horse-riding, riding his dad Xie Jiwen’s old horse.

“Giddyup!”

Xie Jiwen, too, is fifty and can’t run anymore.

The little chubby bundle on his back, dissatisfied with the slow horse, kicked his little feet: “Daddy, go faster.”

This little chubby bundle is Xie Ziyu, who just turned four in May, sporting a bowl haircut, the youngest of the Xie family’s grandchildren. Xie Jiwen gained a son in his later years, and the little fatty is his treasured darling.

“Hold tight, daddy’s going to speed up.”

Xie Jiwen strained his old back to shake.

Xie Ziyu laughed “hee hee hee” on the “horseback,” then suddenly belched and couldn’t laugh anymore.

“Brother.”

Xie Shang had returned.

He casually asked, “Riding a horse?”

Xie Ziyu immediately dismounted and stood up straight.

It was only then that Xie Jiwen got up from the floor, patting the dirt off his hands, grinning like the Buddha himself, “Hehe, Xiao Shang is here.”

“Second Uncle.”

Xie Jingxian had three sons and a daughter, and Xie Jiwen was the second oldest. He was the lawyer in the Xie Family’s law firm who lost the most cases. Eventually, Xie Jiwen simply stopped taking on cases, whether it was because he couldn’t get them or he chose not to, let’s put a question mark on that. In any case, he was idle at home, spending his days playing cards, tending to his flowers, and playing with his son.

Xie Shang was neither close to nor distant from this Second Uncle.

“Stay for lunch. Your second aunt happens to be cooking today.”

Xie Shang agreed.

The woman who was originally peeking out from the kitchen door silently withdrew, sucking on the finger she had accidentally cut upon hearing Xie Shang’s voice.

Xie Shang walked up to Xie Ziyu, crouched down, and touched his crew cut: “Happy Children’s Day.” He set down the bag he was holding, which contained a gift.

It was tied with the green ribbon that Xie Ziyu liked.

Xie Ziyu unwrapped the gift and took out a wooden carved horse from the bag.

“Thank you, brother.”

Xie Ziyu had always loved horses since he was little.

Xie Shang asked him, softly and tenderly, “Do you want to ride a real horse?”

He did not want to.

But Xie Ziyu dared not admit it: “...I do.”

“I’ll teach you next time.”

“Okay, brother.”

Xie Shang went upstairs.

Since Xie Jiwen was older when he had his child, he spoiled Xie Ziyu rotten. The Xie Family had lost two grandchildren before, and Xie Jingxian was also very fond of his youngest grandson.

Xie Ziyu was truly the little tyrant of the household, but he was very afraid of Xie Shang, his brother. Whenever his brother spoke, he would obediently hang his head and listen, never daring to act out again.

Why was he so scared?

His brother had never been harsh with him. Although they did not meet often, when his brother did speak to him, he would crouch down, and his tone was always gentle, but he was still afraid. If his brother was in a good mood, he would give him candy, buy him toys, bring him gifts on Children’s Day, and occasionally patiently teach him a few daunting life lessons. For instance, if he got into a fight, his brother would hold his chubby face and inspect his wounds: “Fighting is uncivilized, your head isn’t meant to be a lid for pots.”

But his crew cut was clearly very cute.

Sometimes, his brother would even teach him how to ride a horse, choosing the tallest adult horse, making him cry with fear, then wiping away his tears, comforting him gently, saying that after crying a few times, he would learn. In short, it was very scary.

Xie Ziyu didn’t dare ride his father’s old horse anymore and ran to the kitchen, throwing himself into his mother’s arms, seeking comfort.

“Mommy, I’m so scared of brother.”

His mother, called Yan Meimei, was both young and pretty, with beautiful features.

Yan Meimei was helpless as well: “I’m scared too...”

Indeed, Yan Meimei was also afraid of Xie Shang, even though she was the “elder.” She had worked at a massage parlor before becoming a waitress at a hotel, and this was her secret.

She had seen Xie Shang before when he was surrounded by a crowd entering the massage parlor. While everyone else was enjoying themselves, only Xie Shang was talking to a young girl, although it could hardly be called a conversation since he only asked her one question: “Are you of age yet?”

The girl had not been there long and was very young, but she stood out with her looks.

The massage parlor was a legitimate establishment, but it also offered some less legitimate services. The girl had run into some trouble at home, and the manager hinted that she should change her “job nature.”

Later, the massage parlor got a new manager, who immediately established a rule: those too young could only be apprentices.

Yan Meimei’s next encounter with Xie Shang was at her own wedding. She recognized him instantly and thought to herself that this was the end, that her dark history with the massage parlor was going to be exposed.

At that moment, Xie Shang approached and politely addressed her as Second Aunt.

Because of this dark history, Yan Meimei had always been afraid of Xie Shang.

“Husband.” Yan Meimei turned and flung herself into Xie Jiwen’s arms, whimpering weakly, “I cut my hand.”

Xie Jiwen quickly comforted his delicate wife.

Yan Meimei was Xie Jiwen’s sixth wife.

Xie Jiwen had a long history of romantic escapades that couldn’t be fully recounted in ten thousand words. But as a person, he was unabashed in his promiscuity. He may have had many women, but each one was official, and he never did anything untoward behind the scenes, for he married them all. Some lasted over a decade, others, a few months, with weddings happening one after another, collecting betrothal gifts one batch after another. His current wife Yan Meimei was even a few months younger than Xie Jiwen’s eldest daughter, Xie Shu.

Since Yan Meimei’s arrival, Xie Shu went abroad and seldom returned for holidays or festivals.

Yan Meimei, who came from a humble family and was pregnant before marriage, had married into the Xie Family; hence, circles of society ladies often whispered that she had become pregnant through indecent means.

Indeed, that was true.

But was it wrong for her to aspire to marry into a wealthy family to retire early and improve the lives of her future generations?

She felt there was nothing wrong with that.

The gossiping wives from the circle of society ladies were simply unbearable, maliciously labeling her a mistress behind her back. It was funny because while they could mock her for being a gold digger, they had no right to call her a mistress. When she met Xie Jiwen, he was already divorced, and she never associated with wealthy men who were already married, always seeking relationships with the intention of marriage in a straightforward manner.