The restaurant, with its elegant and beautiful ambiance, had only a few scattered tables of guests. The atmosphere was quiet, and the few tables of dining etiquette observed were pleasing to the eye.

In a secluded corner, Qi Shen ordered a table full of dishes.

Looking at the exquisitely presented dishes, Fang Zhi put down her knife and fork. "Brother, didn't you order too much?"

"How much?" Qi Shen raised his eyelids, placed the cut steak from the plate onto the girl's plate, and said in a gentle tone, "I ordered all of this for you. Zhizhi is still young and growing, so she needs to get more nutrition."

Fang Zhi swallowed the food and blankly picked up the water glass.

What do you mean she's still growing? She's past the age of growing taller, how much taller can she grow?

Qi Shen looked at her with great interest, his handsome face showing a gentle and refined smile, revealing no sign of anything amiss. "Unlike my brother, whose digestive system has deteriorated with age and he can't eat much."

Fang realized that he almost spat out the water he had just drunk.

She gave an awkward laugh, then lowered her eyelashes.

Now I finally understand why my brother made her pay for the clothes at the store, even though he knew she had no money.

She didn't want to go out anymore and did nothing, but because of a comment that the clothes were suitable for young people, she ended up owing her brother 97,000 yuan.

This made her already meager financial situation even worse.

Fang Zhi, having recovered from choking on the water, looked up at the refined and elegant man opposite her. "The money for those clothes..."

"Worried about that?" Qi Shen smiled faintly, his well-defined hand supporting his sharply shaped chin. "How about we settle it with sweet talk?"

He hadn't originally intended for the young girl to pay; he just noticed she thought he was old and was deliberately making things difficult for her.

"What?" Fang Zhi didn't understand what he meant.

"The way Zhizhi tells her brother sweet nothings..." Qi Shen paused, his gaze slowly moving down from the girl's beautiful and delicate eyebrows and eyes, finally settling on her cherry-colored lips.

What beautiful lips!

He had tasted it many times; it was so sweet it made his heart itch unbearably, but unfortunately, he couldn't express it well.

Qi Shen's eyes darkened; she had to coax him, didn't she?

"A sweet word costs five thousand. As long as you say 19 sweet words to your brother, the clothes will be bought by Zhizhi."

As the man's unhurried voice faded, two words came to mind: absurd.

Earn money by telling sweet nothings, 5,000 yuan per line?

What about him keeping an eye on her allowance?!

Fang Zhi, for some reason, blurted out, "Aren't you afraid I'll bankrupt you?"

As soon as she said it, she realized she had misspoke.

The internet can be very harmful; she secretly searched for ways for dance graduates to make money after graduation.

Instead of finding a proper answer, I only saw a bunch of joke writers making memes online.

The sentence with the most likes is:

When I teach students to dance, the students' parents complain that I don't talk much and don't know how to praise their children.

LOL, work is annoying enough as it is.

If I praise her child, I'll give her an extra 200 yuan. I'll praise her child to the skies and bankrupt her family.

Qi Shen recovered from his momentary daze, a low, slow chuckle escaping his throat. "Worried that your brother doesn't have money?"

Fang Zhi nodded and replied, "No."

She didn't know how much wealth her brother had. But it was probably impossible for him to go bankrupt.

"Zhizhi, you can speak freely. Even if you keep talking in your brother's ear every day for the rest of your life, I can afford it." Qi Shen casually rubbed his fingers.

His net worth changes every second.

The wealth that kept pouring into his hands had long lost its meaning; it was just a string of countless numbers.

He carefully admired every inch of the girl's beauty, and parted his thin lips slightly, "But for now, it's limited to nineteen sentences."

He certainly couldn't give more; although the person was with him, without that certificate, he wouldn't have completely gotten his hands on her.

He made a decision: once he had that certificate and completely bound her to him, everything he owned would belong to her.

-

After having lunch with Fang Zhi at a restaurant, Qi Shen drove back to Nangong. The moment the door opened, Qi Chen opened his eyes.

I'm speechless.

If he had known he wouldn't be able to get into his brother's house when he got back, and that he would have to rest on a chair, he might as well have slept a little longer on the plane.

Qi Chen rubbed his stiff and sore neck as he walked out of the gate and headed towards the car parked in front of the villa.

After the car came to a stop, Qi Chen got out and walked around to the front of the car to stand next to Fang Zhi, looking at his younger brother who looked somewhat like him as he got closer and closer.

"Brother." Qi Chen stopped and said to his brother with a forced smile, "Surprise."

Qi Shen glanced at his younger brother who had suddenly run back, and said, "Hmm."

So indifferent? Did he wait in vain?

Okay, Qi Chen's initial desire to catch up with the man faded, and he turned his attention to the girl behind his brother.

He leaped over Qi Shen, squinting and smiling, "Hi, you must be Fang Zhi." His mother had mentioned her, and his brother had also said so. Having lived abroad for a long time, he immediately greeted her cheek-to-cheek.

Fang Zhi stared at the young, handsome face that resembled her brother, getting closer and closer, and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Just as Qi Chen was about to get close, a long, slender, pale, and delicate hand appeared between the two of them, poking Qi Chen's forehead and pinning him in mid-air.

"Xiao Chen".

Then came the man's deep, indifferent voice.

"What are you doing, bro?" Qi Chen replied, rubbing his forehead as he backed away. His gaze fell on the shopping bag in the man's hand. He recognized the logo immediately—it was from a very popular men's fashion luxury brand.

Almost all of his gay friends in the international community own items or clothes from this brand.

It seems his brother still cares about him.

Qi Chen's smile became more genuine. He noticed that Qi Chen hadn't returned yet, and his brother had already prepared clothes for him.

It was worth the wait.

"Brother." Qi Chen reached out to take it. "Thanks."

Qi Shen took a step back, dodging his younger brother's hand, and glanced at him indifferently, "What are you thanking me for?"

"Weren't these clothes meant for me?" Qi Chen met the man's narrow eyes behind his glasses and blinked. "Besides Fang Zhi," he pointed at the girl, "you also have a younger brother who's about my age outside. Were these clothes bought for him?"

Qi Shen's thin lips gradually pressed into a straight line, his tone neither warm nor cold, "This was bought for me by your sister-in-law."

Qi Chen looked his brother up and down suspiciously and concluded, "This brand doesn't suit your age."

It was as if an invisible arrow had pierced the man's chest with a "whoosh".

In less than two hours, I was criticized for my age by two different people.

One was his woman, the other was his younger brother.