Tang Zhiyuan followed behind them. She had known this for a long time, and she believed Tang Zhishen also knew.
He was using this opportunity to tell his brother.
Even though they were brothers, some things were hard to say directly.
The two exchanged glances, then quickly looked away.
Soon, the young woman's eyes lit up, and she smiled, "Mr. Tang, long time no see."
[Ding, Tang Zhiyuan's favorability +2, total favorability is 75.]
The man's throat felt dry, and he coughed lightly.
A long-forgotten address.
He clenched his fists, then relaxed them, clenched and relaxed them again. Finally, he gently held one of her hands and said in a low voice, "Ms. Xu, I love you, I always have."
The young woman lowered her eyes and smiled lightly. The wind gently blew her ink-black hair, releasing a faint fragrance.
"I know."
The man watching from upstairs secretly breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his room.
Fia, blushing, widened the gap in the door a little more, and then a little more.
After being glared at by Xu Qian, she quietly closed the door.
The man tightly held her hand, unwilling to let go. As his memories returned, those scenes flashed one by one, blurry yet vivid, as if a long time had passed, yet also as if it were yesterday.
He wanted to tightly grasp the person in front of him, so he wouldn't forget her in the future.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
"Come in."
With a click, the door was twisted open, and a slender, delicate figure walked in.
Tang Zhishen had been leaning against the headboard reading. He sat up straight now. He had been joking earlier, he hadn't expected her to actually come...
Her hair was still damp, and she had changed into pajamas, meaning she had bathed.
"Your hair isn't dry. Come, I'll blow it dry for you."
The man got out of bed and pulled her towards the bathroom. Xu Qian then realized the room had hidden depths. There wasn't much she could see when she was young.
This bathroom was almost as large as the bedroom, with dry and wet separation. To the right were the shower, the large bathtub, the vanity, and the toilet. To the left was the walk-in closet, with rows of exquisite suits hanging in glass cabinets, along with shirts, ties, watches, and leather shoes.
She was right; he was a noble young master.
The man pushed her in front of the vanity and took out a hairdryer to blow dry her hair.
The items on the vanity were simple: a set of men's skincare products, nothing else. She continued to look to the side and saw a corner of... lace peeking out.
Huh?
Did Tang Zhishen bring other women home?
Perhaps because her gaze lingered for too long, the man also glanced in that direction. His hand paused but showed no signs of nervousness.
"It should be something the butler prepared. Since you're staying here, he thought you might..."
Xu Qian's eyes curved slightly, and she said faintly, "Oh? You haven't brought other women home before?"
The man stroked her soft black hair and put down the hairdryer once it was dry.
He leaned in, resting his chin on her collarbone.
They looked in the mirror. The young woman's delicate face was alluring, while the man's eyes were cold and clear, with an exceptionally striking mole beneath his eye.
His red lips parted slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm only interested in you."
"Is that so~"
Suddenly, the man whispered something into her ear, and Xu Qian's eyes widened. Oh, this...
"So, you'll have to teach me."
He bent down, lifted the young woman into his arms, gently placed her on the bed, and leaned over her.
Xu Qian's eyelashes fluttered, and she whispered, "Wait..."
The man ignored her, starting with a kiss on her smooth forehead, then to her chin, her swan-like neck. He was about to unbutton her clothes.
With a click, the door was twisted open again.
The man, holding a pillow, ignored the scene on the bed and placed the pillow in the middle.
"Brother, I want to sleep with you tonight."
Tang Zhishen: ...
He wished he could shove his brother back into their mother's womb. Was that possible?
Xu Qian suppressed the upward curve of her lips, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
She had wanted to remind him just now...
His brother was waiting at the door.