“Are you sure this is Father’s illegitimate son from outside? Not some beggar? Or maybe someone here to scam us?”
Le Zhengchu looked at Chang Fei acting shameless, couldn’t help but roll his eyes, and subtly put some distance between them.
The young girl nearby had already rushed back in a panic.
“W-What’s going on? Is this guy okay?”
This girl was honestly quite pretty—big eyes, rosy lips, a delicate nose beaded with sweat—but compared to Xu Yiqing, she really fell short.
With Xu Yiqing’s current looks, if her old sickly, lifeless eyes used to drag down her appearance, then with Xu Shaxue’s eyes, she would definitely be a mysterious and charming young beauty, wouldn’t she?
Chang Fei clicked his tongue with a sigh.
The girl was still clinging tightly to Le Zhengchu’s arm, and her chest seemed to intentionally—or unintentionally—rub against his arm.
It made Chang Fei so jealous he could die…
Why couldn’t something this good happen to him?
Too bad, if it did, he’d probably turn into a girl before he could take advantage of it.
That would be a real loss. If anyone’s going to profit, it should be himself, as a guy, and he should get it all in one go…
Chang Fei felt like crying, and his resentment toward Le Zhengchu only deepened.
He looked Le Zhengchu up and down with displeasure. He had to admit, Le Zhengchu didn’t look anything like Le Zhentingyu.
Even though he was only fifteen, he was already tall, with a square face, phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, sharp features, and thin lips that gave off a cold impression.
Individually, none of those features were particularly outstanding, but together, they fit this face perfectly… Actually, maybe “fit” wasn’t even enough.
Combined, they were inexplicably handsome, even carrying a hint of maturity.
This left Chang Fei very dissatisfied. He didn’t dislike his own features—in fact, he was quite satisfied—but he felt he hadn’t grown into them yet, so people always mistook his gender. Though now, it didn’t really matter.
Since he’d become a Matchmaker, things like gender weren’t nearly as important as he used to think.
Even if he cared, he couldn’t change it now.
“What’s with this person? Chu-gege, she’s looking at you with such a gross expression! Does she have a thing for you? Is she trying to use this as an excuse to cling to you?”
The girl holding onto Le Zhengchu’s arm spoke in a syrupy, coquettish voice.
That soft, delicate voice made Chang Fei break out in goosebumps.
But Le Zhengchu turned his head to look at his younger brother with great interest.
He would never deny that this illegitimate brother of his did have a shadow of their father in his youth—especially with that weak, delicate look.
It really would be easy for someone to lure him away…
No matter how you looked at it, his little brother was clearly a pretty boy, the same type as their father and younger sister.
His little sister looked a lot like their father too—though she was also an illegitimate child born from their father and another woman.
But Le Zhengchu didn’t care which mother his siblings had crawled out of—it was meaningless.
That’s right, meaningless.
His mother, even though she was the official wife, had never cared about him.
Every time she came to see him, it was only to get him to ask their father for money.
His mother only ever saw him as a Withdrawal Machine, so why should he treat such a woman as his mother?
So, in Le Zhengchu’s young heart, all the women around his father were just tools for having children. Once they served their purpose, they were meaningless.
The girls around him were the same.
Compared to those tools, Le Zhengchu felt that blood ties with his father, brothers, and sisters were far more reliable.
So when he heard the girl’s words, he pulled his hand out of her embrace, grabbed Chang Fei by the collar, and said, “Even though your injuries are healed, you still shouldn’t be wandering around outside. Come home with me. Little brother.”
“Why can you admit so openly that I’m your brother, just like that idiot old man?! Can’t you have a little awareness as the Le Zheng family’s heir?!”
Chang Fei finally couldn’t hold back and blurted out in astonishment.
Le Zhengchu froze for a moment, then slowly let go of Chang Fei.
Chang Fei tried to use the chance to slip away, but was caught by the corner of his clothes.
Turning back, he was speechless—
Why did a fourteen-year-old boy, just like himself, look like he was pondering the meaning of life, one hand stroking his chin thoughtfully, while the other… the other clung to the corner of his own shirt like a timid little wife?
Why just the corner of the shirt?
Why does it look so effeminate?
Bro, where’s your dignity?
If you dropped it, hurry up and pick it back up!
Don’t you think you’re wasting that handsome face everyone admires?
Look at that girl standing next to you! Her expression’s getting weird!
The Red String tied to her pinky is gone, okay!
If you keep ruining your own romance, even the heavens will be annoyed!
Chang Fei felt like he had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, but couldn’t spit it out. Seriously!
Why did he care so much about someone who had taken his place?
He was the one who’d been out struggling in the world for almost ten years, so why did this pampered guy seem even more mature and steady than him?
Chang Fei was not convinced!
Not convinced at all!
But Le Zhengchu had already figured things out. He looked at Chang Fei and said, “That’s not important. Come home with us!”
“Hey, hey, hey… Is it really okay for you to be so nonchalant? I…”
Chang Fei wanted to say more, otherwise he was going to go crazy from being stifled by this guy.
But before he could finish, a hand landed on his head, gently ruffling his hair.
“Silly little brother, you don’t need to worry about adult matters. All you need to know is that you’re my blood-related brother. Big brother will protect you and Wenwen.”
“Uh… Who’s Wenwen?”
Chang Fei actually wanted to protest more, but when he heard that, the only thing that popped into his head was the Wenwen the other mentioned.
He had a feeling it was a girl, and somehow related to him?
“That’s your little sister.”
Before Le Zhengchu could answer, a deep, magnetic voice came from the side.
Sebastian stood there helplessly, shrugging his shoulders, while Le Zhentingyu strode over in big steps.
His anger had mostly faded by now. Seeing Le Zhengchu stop this troublemaking illegitimate son, he felt quite satisfied with his son.
All those years of raising him hadn’t been in vain—at least he knew how to look after his siblings, unlike his mother, who was nothing but trouble.
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Shang Zhi’s Thoughts:
I want to create a well-rounded family… Scheming and plotting, when used on family, just feels a bit too twisted, so let’s keep it a little warmer. After all, this is a comedy, so let the darkness be reserved for those outside the family, okay? If you agree, dear readers, please give a like. If you don’t, add it to your collection~
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