Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
At Cloud Manor...
In the living room, several bodyguards stood guard at the entrance, standing tall and solemn. An assistant in a black suit was checking Pei Yutangâs luggage.
Outside the French windows, the night was cloudy and dark. Pei Yucheng sat on the couch in loose, comfortable loungewear. He had a cigarette between his fingers and he looked relaxed.
Pei Yutang, who had knelt down next to his legs, was crying loudly. âBig Brother, Iâm begging you. Please, just forgive me once. I wonât do it again...â
âPresident Pei, Third Young Masterâs luggage is all ready. He can leave for Country Y at any time. Iâve also made arrangements for the school. Itâs the private school you chose personally. Itâs entirely enclosed, and the premises are secure. I can take care of the application tomorrow morning.â The assistant stood aside as he reported politely.
Pei Yutang glared fiercely at the assistant, as though he wanted to eat him up. âDamn you! Iâm not going! I will rather die than go to that place!â
After Pei Yutang protested, he scrambled and moved toward Pei Nanxu. âSecond Brother! Second Brother, save me! Say something! Help me change Big Brotherâs mind!â
Pei Nanxu sighed softly and looked helplessly back at him. âYutang, donât you know Big Brother well enough? I have already said whatever I could. If I continue to plead on your behalf, it might backfire.â
Pei Yutang hastily asked, âThen how about Dad? Did you ask him?â
Pei Nanxu shook his head. âDad said that itâs up to Big Brother to decide.â
Pei Yutang was utterly flabbergasted. âF*ck! Is he my father? He doesnât even care about his son because he is too scared of Big Brother?â
Pei Yutang, who was at his witsâ end, had to plead with Pei Yucheng once again. âBig Brother, this incident was really an accident. That assh*le, Song Yaonan, really deserved a beating! Thatâs why I couldnât suppress my anger in a drunken state. Can you please give me another chance on account of my good behavior in the past two years? Please, Big Brother...â
Pei Yucheng exhaled and blew a puff of smoke out of his mouth. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes. âCheng Mo, take him there personally.â
His assistant bowed his head. âYes, President.â
He turned around to face Pei Yutang. âThird Young Master, please.â
Pei Yutang sat there on the floor in a daze. He felt like his blood had turned cold and his world was crashing down on him.
He knew it. His brother never changed his mind. Absolutely never.
He was finished...
All his efforts in the past two years had been futile.
Pei Yutang grabbed Pei Nanxuâs leg out of desperation. âSecond Brother! Second Brother, save me!â
Pei Nanxu, who didnât have the heart to ignore his little brotherâs pitiful pleas, tried once again. âBig Brother, he has indeed behaved well in the past two years. He has improved so much. Iâve investigated the incident. Although Yutang hit him first, it was only because the other party had provoked him. He didnât intentionally cause trouble for no reason.â
Pei Yutang nodded furiously, hope glimmering in his eyes once more.
Pei Yucheng turned and glanced at Pei Nanxu with a cryptic smile. âDo you intend to interfere?â
Pei Nanxu felt tremendous pressure crushing him the moment Pei Yuchengâs eyes landed on him. He broke out in a cold sweat as he replied, âIâm only stating the facts. Of course, I know that your decisions are always right.â
Pei Yucheng had been less bad-tempered during the past two years, so he had forgotten how domineering and overbearing his brother could be. Why had he questioned his decision repeatedly?
Pei Yutang felt crestfallen and defeated when all external help failed...
How could his brother change sides so easily?