Chapter 69 Two Brothers in Misfortune Fall Ill

After returning to his room, Bian Ji took out his personal cell phone from his drawer.

Wen Su bought him this phone so he could use it for studying, writing songs, and researching information.

They usually communicate using the phone watch that Lu Yinzhao bought for him.

Unlike other children who are easily addicted to the online world, Bian Ji goes online with a purpose, only using it when he really needs to.

He just forwarded the video Wen Su showed him to his WeChat.

He then opened WeChat and saved the video to his favorites.

To be honest, he's thinking about going back to China.

Although his family was finally reunited, he wasn't particularly moved.

Perhaps he knew deep down that even if he and his mother didn't come, his father and brother would be fine...

Those two are so busy at work, they probably don't have time to think about him and his mother.

After watching the video for a while, Bian Ji exited and silently sent a message to Lu Yinzhao.

[Bian Ji]: It's cold, be careful not to catch a cold when playing in the snow.

Knowing that the other party probably wouldn't see it for a while and wouldn't reply in time, Bian Ji didn't pay much attention and continued to write and draw on the paper.

Seeing Lu Yinzhao playing in the snow, a wonderful and interesting melody popped into his mind, and he wanted to write it down.

Knock knock—

There was a knock on the door.

Bian Ji frowned slightly, but still said, "Go in."

He assumed Wen Su had come to bring him some drinks and snacks again, and without turning his head, he said, "I'm not hungry right now, just leave it there."

As soon as he finished speaking, his face was suddenly grabbed by a large hand.

Bian Ji suddenly turned his head, glaring impatiently and angrily asking, "What are you doing?"

"Young Master has quite a temper." Bian Nan deliberately reached out and pinched his younger brother's other cheek as well.

Now it's symmetrical, that feels good.

"..." Bian Ji retreated in disgust and turned to put away the paper and pen on the table.

In Bian Nan's eyes, his younger brother was like a small beast whose territory had been invaded. Whenever a creature stepped in, he would bristle his fur, reveal his immature fangs, and stare at the other party with a wary expression.

"You heard what I just discussed with Mom. What do you think?" Bian Nan crossed her arms and leaned casually against the cabinet, looking at her younger brother who still had a sour face.

"Didn't I say? I refuse." Bian Ji maintained his previous attitude.

"Why? Is it because you don't want to be separated from your mother?" Bian Nan could understand that children tend to be more dependent on their mothers, but she still wanted to find out the specific reason.

"No," Bian Ji glanced at Bian Nan and said truthfully, "I just don't want to be with you."

Bian Nan: "???"

Bian Nan was somewhat taken aback by her younger brother's open disdain.

Suddenly, he started to recall when he had offended Bian Ji. After thinking for a long time, he realized that he hadn't spent much time with his younger brother since childhood, so he only had a few memories of him and nothing particularly memorable.

"It's my fault," Bian Nan admitted. "I was too busy with my studies and work. I didn't spend much time playing with you when you were little. It's my fault."

Bian Ji was taken aback, his pupils dilated slightly, and he looked at the young man as if he were looking at "the sun rising in the west." "Are you alright?"

Bian Nan shrugged, "I'm fine!"

"You seem a bit off today."

"..."

Despite being mercilessly criticized once again, Bian Nan remained calm.

His attitude changed so quickly that it's normal for his younger brother to have doubts.

Sincerity is the most important thing in life; sincerity can overcome anything.

Then Bian Nan delivered a speech full of lofty ambitions.

"I promise that I will take good care of you after we return to China. I will put your feelings first. I can meet any material or emotional needs you have. I can do what Mom can do."

"You can't," Bian Ji interrupted mercilessly. "Can you cook? Can you make desserts? Can you take care of a cat?"

Lu Yinzhao loves his mother's desserts the most.

Bian Nan replied, "Didn't we hire a maid?"

Bian Ji didn't say anything, and he knew he and his brother couldn't get along.

His brother likes to use money to solve everything. He says he'll take good care of him, but he'll definitely break his promise.

However, he doesn't need his brother to accompany him.

“Since you have a servant, there’s no need for you to go back to China. After all, the servant can do more than you can,” Bian Ji said coldly.

After saying this, the atmosphere between the two brothers became tense again.

Suddenly, a magical fantasy popped into Bian Ji's mind.

If his mother and brother don't return to China, and he's all alone in the country... could you leave him at Lu Yinzhao's doorstep with a "Seeking Adoption" sign around his neck?

This way, he and Lu Yinzhao could see each other every day.

Bian Ji smiled slightly as he imagined hearing the little guy call him "Brother Ji" every morning.

"What are you laughing at?" Bian Nan noticed this subtle expression. "It's one thing to belittle your brother, but to be secretly happy about it, is that it?"

Bian Ji suddenly looked up, a strange expression on his face, "Why are you still here?"

Hearing this, Bian Nan's fists hardened, and he almost couldn't help but rush up and beat the kid up. He was too arrogant!

Bian Nan simply stopped pretending and switched to his domineering CEO mode: "That's settled then. I just came to let you know. Whether you want to come with me or not, you have to."

Bian Ji: "..."

Bian Nan left the room after saying that.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Wen Su squatting at the door, looking all furtive.

"Mom, you..."

Wen Su casually stood up, "I...I just came to remind you not to fight."

"Why would we argue? We're brothers." Bian Nan gave a fake smile that couldn't be more fake.

Wen Su asked with a hint of disbelief, "Really?"

"Really," Bian Nan blurted out. "By the way, Mom, can you teach me how to cook?"

"Son, are you alright?"

Having been questioned twice with the same words, Bian Nan was no longer willing to explain.

He grabbed Wen Su's hand and led her away, saying, "I'm determined to learn it this week."

*

Xingbei City.

Lu Family Villa.

Lu Yinzhao only noticed the message from Bian Ji that evening, realizing that Yin Song must have taken the video and sent it to Aunt Wen.

It's not surprising that Bian Ji knew he was playing in the snow.

He replied "Okay" and fell asleep peacefully.

Who would have thought that Bian Ji's words would turn out to be a jinx?

I told him to be careful not to catch a cold, and the next day when he woke up, he had a runny nose and also had symptoms of an itchy throat and a desire to cough.

Yin Songgang had just checked Lu Yinzhao's temperature and frowned deeply. "She has a slight fever."

Lu Wenyan said with a face full of self-reproach, "I shouldn't have taken Zhaozhao out to play in the snow yesterday."

Lu Yinzhao shook his head and said, "Dad, it's not your fault, I insisted on going out."

He knew that children's immune systems weren't very strong, but he was too caught up in the moment and didn't think about it that much.

Lu Yinzhao comforted her parents, saying, "I'm not feeling particularly unwell. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

A moment later, Yin Song brought over a glass of water. "Sweetie, take your medicine first."

Lu Yinzhao didn't hesitate at all, taking whatever medicine was told to him, being unusually obedient.

A fever-reducing cooling patch was on her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed.

"Make something light and easy to digest for lunch," Yin Song said to Lu Wenyan.

Lu Wenyan nodded: "I know, wife, I'll go prepare now."

Yin Song frowned and couldn't help but mutter, "Why is it that one or two of them are not in good health..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yinzhao asked, "Where is Fourth Brother? Is he sick too?"

Yin Song sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Sigh, your fourth brother is not as good as you."

Lu Cheng fell ill last night. Zhao Zhao was already asleep at that time, so Yin Song and Lu Wenyan did not disturb him.

When Lu Cheng was playing in the snow during the day, he didn't even wear long underwear, just a coat, and went out to play. No wonder he caught a cold!

That night, she started running a high fever, talking incoherently and holding onto Yin Song's hand, saying that even if she burned to death, she would never get an injection.

Knowing that Lu Cheng was afraid of injections, Yin Song only asked the family doctor to prescribe some medicine, and after he took the fever reducer, he fell asleep.

When I went to see her this morning, her fever had subsided, but she looked as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant. She needed Lu Wenyan's help to get out of bed and was completely unlike her usual arrogant self.

A snowfall had beaten the little rascal in the house to a pulp, and Yin Song was still a bit unaccustomed to Lu Cheng's sudden quietness.

Lu Yinzhao never expected that his fourth brother was even more ill than him, and he sighed inwardly.

They're truly brothers in misfortune.

When going out to play in the snow in winter, I still can't get too carried away.

They had planned to go out today and build an even bigger snowman, but now it seems impossible.

The snow outside has stopped and will melt completely in two days. Happiness and joy are always fleeting, but thankfully they tried their best to experience them.

Lu Yinzhao did not intend to tell Bian Ji about his illness, so as not to worry the big boss.

Bian Ji can't come back now, and talking to him will only increase his anxiety.

After taking a nap, Lu Yinzhao felt a little more energetic.

Lu Wenyan brought a bowl of vegetable porridge and fed it to Lu Yinzhao little by little.

While eating porridge, snot kept dripping from his nose, and Lu Yinzhao was afraid it would fall into the porridge.

"Dad, blow your nose."

Lu Wenyan pulled out a tissue and handed it to the little guy, "Do it yourself."

Lu Yinzhao went to the side to take care of it, her little nose making a sniffling sound.

"Dad, go take care of Fourth Brother. I can eat this porridge by myself."

“It’s alright, your mother is taking care of your fourth brother. You’re sick yourself, so don’t worry about your brother.” Lu Wenyan touched her son’s face. “It seems like the fever has gone down.”

"Cough cough cough..."

As soon as Lu Wenyan finished speaking, Lu Yinzhao started coughing.

This made Lu Wenyan feel distressed again. "Take the medicine half an hour after dinner, and I'll have the doctor come over to check on you again this afternoon."

"Do I need a shot?" the little guy asked, tilting his head back.

Lu Wenyan thought her son was scared, so she quickly said, "No need for a shot, no need for a shot. You just have a common cold, medicine will do."

To everyone's surprise, Lu Yinzhao said, "But injections help you recover faster, so I can get an injection."

Lu Wenyan remained silent for a long time.

The two sons in the family have completely different attitudes towards injections.

One was terrified, while the other was actually begging to be beaten.

Lu Wenyan patiently explained, "Zhaozhao, too many injections are not good for you. How about this, let's wait for the doctor to come this afternoon and see what he says, okay?"

"Okay." Lu Yinzhao was just saying it casually.

He just wants to get better quickly. He has phlegm in his throat that he can't cough up, and his nose is also blocked, which is very uncomfortable.

If Bian Ji were to call him during this time, wouldn't his hoarse voice give him away?

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"vomit--!"

Next door, Lu Cheng vomited up the tiny bit of food she had eaten that morning.

Yin Song patted his back gently, "Rinse your mouth, rest for a while, or eat something else."

Lu Cheng quickly waved his hand: "No, we can't eat anymore. If we eat it, it will just go to the toilet. Let's save some food."

Yin Song: "..."

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Author's Note: The Bian brothers: Forced to stick together [shrug]

The Lu brothers: I want a shot vs. I'd rather die than get a shot [splitting emoji]