Translator: Claire.KK
Ziqian Ai never expected that his own brother would fight him over someone outside their family. And when the two men fought, they fought hard. This younger brother had been looked after all the time by Ziqian Ai since they were little; but now Ziyu had the guts to fight him back, which absolutely broke his heart.
âYou little piece of shit! You had fun, but did you know how much money Iâve lost these days? Only three days! Twenty fucking million! Would it cost you so much to have an affair with Bingbing Fan (a Chinese actor)? If I hadnât been protecting you, Wenxu Jiang would come after me! If I hadnât been doting on you, it would be our dad beating up your ass today!â
A farce.
Ziyu Ai panted heavily; he even ignored his brotherâs surrender in those words. He had been feeling unsettled since last night. While he was in fear and agitation, his brother groundlessly got involved.
Ziqian Ai just went too far. He cruelly abused and defamed the one Ziyu valued and loved the most. No matter how bad Zhishu He was, still, he was the one Ziyu cared the most in his heart, the unattainable moonlight Ziyu longed for. Ziqian had the punches coming.
We all had things that we were embarrassed about but couldnât let go of. Ziyu Ai never put it on the table but he did mind that another man had pampered Zhishu for more than a decade, which made what his brother said more hurtful, almost like a nail in the foot.
Ziyu Ai had a bad feeling as he suddenly saw his brotherâs look behind him in a brief daze.
Zhishu was standing behind the silkwood folding screen. The room was cold; inside the heavy coat, he was only wearing his pajama. Zhishu looked pale, his slightly drooped eyelids hid his emotion from Ziyu Ai. No one knew how long he had been standing there.
âAnd you are?â Ziqian Ai frowned and straightened up his outfit. He felt a bit awkward.
Ziyu Ai was totally panicked. He stepped close to Zhishu but stopped halfway. âZhishu?â He called him softly.
Zhishu He slightly raised his head, his eyes somehow empty. âZiyu Ai, I was looking out of the window; the plants in the garden have come into large clusters of leaves.â This was the first time he called the doctorâs name, but it made Ziyu Ai almost cry.
Ziqian Ai was a bit shocked. He didnât expect that this was Zhishu He. He thought the man that took Wenxu Jiangâs heart away and captivated his younger brother would have the prettiest face and be a dirty, horny bitch in bed. But there he was, sad and lonely. He looked pale and gave the vibes of blandness, which could even be described as sexual apathy. Ziqian Ai always had a good memory, something his brother once had said suddenly occurred to him that Wenxu Jiangâs lover was taking medical treatment at his brotherâs hospital. But didnât his brother... specialize in leukemia?
Ziqian Ai found it absurd. This was the first time for him. He was a businessman; he would carefully do the calculations about expenses and profits so he just didnât understand what was in it for his brother. Ziyu made so many efforts mentally and physically to take Zhishu He home but couldnât touch him. Even Heâs cancer was unlikely to be cured.
Ziqian Ai couldnât figure Wenxu Jiang out either. The man had Ziqianâs respect because he made tough moves in business and he was a sophisticated playboy. It turned out he already had someone at home. Not until his precious went missing, did he start to worry. He just went crazy on everyone he was after. Vicious competition was but a double-edged sword. But, in this matter, Wenxu Jiang had lost more than Ziqian Ai did.
Ziyu Ai couldnât care less about what was on his brotherâs mind at the moment, all he cared about was Zhishu He. He rushed at him step by step. âLetâs go and check if the dog wakes up,â he said gently, âIf heâs not, weâll wake him up and take him to climb the mountain with us.â
Zhishu He dramatically turned his head away as it was a reflex to conceal the tears that he couldnât hold. This love scared him. If he failed to resist the temptation, it would be a bad ending for everyone.
So he had to control himself. He turned his heart into a stone, put on a cold face and walked away. No hesitation, no looking back.
âZiyu Ai, go back to Beijing with me.â Ziqian Ai frowned and shouted. He couldnât see his brother suffer and distressed for a hopeless future anyhow.
Ziyu Ai didnât listen; instead, he ran to Zhishu and held him tightly, âDonât leave me.â
âYou are better off without me,â Zhishu He patted on Ziyu Aiâs shoulder, smiled and said, âGo home.â
âZiyu, take him with you. At least, I could help you take care of him,â Ziqian Ai softened his tone completely, âPlus, you know more experts in Beijing.â
Ziyu Ai didnât loosen his arms. âI promised him to stay in the south. He doesnât like the hospital. He doesnât like the wind and snow in the north.â Ziyuâs vague voice came from behind Zhishu Heâs neck.
Why must the mild southern breeze endure the rigorous cold in the north?
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