Jian Suiying's hands trembled slightly as she drove.
But the mere thought of his words sent a chill down Jian Suiying's spine.
If this same Jian Suilin had the audacity to do such things behind his back, he couldn't help but wonder if his own eyes had deceived him.
Jian Suying gritted his teeth as he drove home. He intended to hear Jian Suilin's explanation for everything Bai Xinyu had told him. He arrived home just after three in the afternoon.
Jian Suilin had just returned from school and hadn't even changed his clothes yet.
Even Zhao Yan noticed something was off with Jian Suiying's expression. She glanced nervously at him, then at her son. Jian Dong
Yuan hadn't returned home yet, leaving her with no one to lean on. This made her even more fearful when facing Jian Suiying. Jian Suilin asked, "Brother, why are you home so early today?"
It was precisely because he was so confident in his authority, precisely because Jian Suilin had never once dared to defy him
he never imagined Jian Suilin would dare defy him.
Jian Suilin felt uneasy under his gaze. He sensed something was wrong, and it wasn't about the incident with Li Yu last time.
When his brother had called him that day, he'd sounded perfectly normal, even reassuring. His brother never bothered to hide his emotions from him,
in front of him, so something must have happened in the past few days—no, it must have happened today.
otherwise his brother wouldn't be home right now.
Jian Suilin forced himself to steady his nerves and asked again, "Brother?"
Jian Suiying started up the stairs. "Come up. I need to talk to you."
Zhao Yan's eyes flashed with panic as she looked at Jian Suilin with concern.
Jian Suilin gave her a reassuring look, shook his head, and followed Jian Suying upstairs. Jian Suying pushed open the door to Jian Suilin's room and stepped inside first.
Jian Suilin stared at the door awaiting him, as if suddenly realizing something. He took a breath, calmed himself,
straightened his back, and strode confidently inside, closing the door behind him. He thought of his mother downstairs, her face etched with worry
and silently locked the door.
Jian Suiying leaned back against Xiaolinzi's desk, legs crossed. His hand emerged from his pocket, pulling out a
pack of cigarettes. He lit one and took a slow drag.
Jian Suilin murmured, "Brother, cut back on the smoking." That gentle, concerned tone remained unchanged . Jian Suying looked up and said to him, "Come here."
Jian Suilin stepped forward to stand before him.
Jian Suiying held the cigarette between his fingers, the tiny flame flickering before Jian Suilin. He said, "I got a call from your
Brother Yu today. Guess what he said?" "He's begging you to let him come home."
"Yes, but there's more." "Oh? What else?"
Jian Suiying's piercing gaze locked with Jian Suilin's. "He told me those three apartments meant for Director Fan and the others—you pocketed them. Is that true?"
Jian Suilin showed no trace of surprise. Instead, he gave a faint smile. "Brother..." The next thing he felt was a searing pain on his shoulder.
Jian Suiying pressed a cigarette butt into his shoulder, instantly burning a hole through his shirt. The smell of scorched flesh in the air
, an eerily unsettling sensation. Jian Suiying coldly demanded, "Is it or isn't it?"
Jian Suilin endured the pain, neither flinching nor dodging. He knew that at this point, the truth could no longer be concealed. Suddenly, he burst into laughter.
Jian Suiying flicked away his cigarette butt, yanked Jian Suilin by the collar, and spun him around, slamming him against the bookshelf.
A loud thud echoed as several books tumbled from the shelf, landing on both their shoulders . Jian Suiying glared at him fiercely. "You've had enough of living."
Jian Suying punched him hard in the stomach. Jian Suilin doubled over, his face contorted in pain. Suying grabbed his collar, forcing him upright. "Who gave you the nerve? Huh?"
Rage surged like a tidal wave within Jian Suying. He swung his fist, slamming it viciously into Jian Suilin's face.
Over the past decade, he hadn't spared Jian Suilin from beatings.
Their relationship had been doomed from the moment Jian Suilin was born. It wasn't until Jian Suijing matured that he abandoned violence as a means to vent his frustration.
Jian Suilin took two steps back, towering over him.
Jian Suiying straightened up, gritting his teeth against the pain, his eyes as cold as ice as he glared at Jian Suilin.
Jian Suilin flashed a grin, revealing teeth as white as bone. "Brother, this look on your face is my favorite. Like everyone in your eyes is nothing but dog shit."
Jian Suying had been too shaken today. He finally regained his composure, roared angrily, and lunged at Jian Suilin.
.
The two men finally ceased their usual dynamic of one dominating the other without resistance. Instead, they fought like men, trading blows.
Just as Jian Suilin had said, Jian Suying never imagined that this younger brother, whom he remembered as perpetually timid, had grown
grown up and was nothing like the person he remembered.
Jian Suilin's spacious, tidy room was soon reduced to utter chaos. As the battle raged, objects scattered everywhere, the entire space resembling a demolition site, clattering and crashing.
Both men bore wounds on their bodies and faces, yet they remained locked in a fierce struggle, each striving to inflict greater damage on the other.
Just as they fought with utter abandon, the door was pounded on with deafening force.
"Suiying! Suilin! Open up! Open the door! Stop fighting! Open it!"
pounded on the door, sweat pouring down his face.
Jian Dongyuan froze for a few seconds before roaring: "You two bastards, stop this immediately!!"
Jian Dongyuan's driver and bodyguard rushed in from either side, risking getting caught in the crossfire as they pried the two apart.
Zhao Yan burst into tears upon seeing Jian Suilin's bruised and battered face.
Jian Dongyuan stepped forward and slapped each of them across the face. "What the hell is going on?! Huh?! What the hell is going on?! How old do you think you are?! How old?!"
!"
Jian Suilin's mouth twisted into a pout as he choked back tears. "Dad, I'm sorry..."
Jian Dongyuan stomped his foot in fury. "Suiying! Stop right there! You've gone too far! How old do you think you are?
! You're nearly thirty!"
Jian Suiying ignored him completely. This place disgusted him to the core; all he wanted was to get outside for some fresh air.
Just as his foot crossed the threshold, Jian Suilin dropped an even heavier bomb.
Head bowed as his mother embraced him with pity, Jian Suilin's eyes flashed with vicious intent. He opened his mouth, stammering out.
"Brother, if you still misunderstand me, go ask Li Yu."
(Second update? What's that? Is it tasty...?)