Yes, Pei Qing is Pei's cousin, and this Pei Lin is his older cousin. They are both cousins, but are they brothers?

Holy crap, is the whole family gay?

The students were terrified.

Terrified, and lost in thought, the 'plague god' arrived in the evening.

Still holding flowers, driving a flashy sports car, and carrying a cake, Pei Qing greeted, "Hey, kid, missed me after a few days? Do you keep your promise? I said I wouldn't contact you, and I didn't."

The students would run away whenever they saw him.

Pei Qing chased after him wearing sunglasses.

A few petals were knocked off the flower as he ran, and the two of them were chasing each other, which was quite eye-catching on campus, attracting onlookers everywhere.

During my school years, I couldn't outrun that long-legged little rascal.

They were forcibly stopped.

Pei Qing, panting, still smirked arrogantly, "Why do you run away as soon as you see me?"

The student was also panting heavily, hands on his hips, back slightly hunched, "I'm not gay! You sent flowers to the wrong person!"

"I didn't say you were gay, and I'm definitely straight. Who says sending flowers means you like someone? Is it wrong for me to send you flowers?"

"no!"

After finishing his sentence, the student walked around the other person and was about to leave.

Pei Qing is like a stubborn plaster.

During the semester, a student hid in the teaching building's restroom, picked up his phone to send a message to his roommates asking them to come and save the day, but in doing so, he pulled out the business card from his pocket.

Pei Lin.

Remembering Pei Ji's message, he thought for a moment, took out his phone and dialed. It rang for a long time without anyone answering. Just as he was about to hang up, a deep male voice came through his ear, "Who is this?"

Upon hearing the voice, the student felt a sudden tightness in his chest. It was as if the person was right in front of him, even though it was just a phone call; the pressure from the person in charge was too strong.

"I am Xue Ziqi. You looked for me at noon, do you remember?"

The boys all spoke in hushed tones.

"Um."

The pressure was too intense. Xue Ziqi wanted to hang up the phone, but Pei Qing was still haunting her outside. She could only say, "Pei Qing is your brother, right? I don't like men. Please take him away. He comes to the school to harass people every day. If this continues, I will really call the police."

The man on the other end of the phone remained silent for a long time.

Student period: "Hello? Can you hear me?"

Pei Lin: "Okay, give him the phone."

Student Qi: "Huh? Then he'll know I called you. What if he retaliates against me?"

Pei Lin: "He wouldn't dare."

The academic year was stressful, and he didn't want to be bothered by Pei Qing anymore, so he took a gamble and opened the bathroom door. There was Pei Qing, that dog, leaning against the bathroom wall, staring at him with a half-smile, his sunglasses dangling from his finger.

"Pei Qing."

The loudspeaker was turned on during the student period.

The male voice coming from inside made his smile instantly vanish.

He looked at Xue Ziqi in disbelief. How did he get his brother's private number?

When did those two start dating?

Pei Lin would only personally answer calls from his private number.

The work number is usually held by the assistant.

"elder brother."

Pei Lin: "You're not allowed to bother people anymore. Come to the company now, and I need to see you within twenty minutes."

He hung up right after saying that, his decisive action leaving the students stunned. Pei Qing's face turned red and then pale, looking like he was afraid to delay and was also furious.

We're going to lose face.

We still have to pick it up.

How do you know my brother?

"I know your brother, so what's so strange about knowing your older brother? Stop sending me flowers, or I'll tell your brother." With that, he darted away like a nimble eel.

Pei Qing: "………………"

He wanted to chase after him, but his brother only gave him twenty minutes.

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One month later.

Nan's mother was able to be discharged from the hospital. Cancer was incurable and could only be managed with medication. She talked to Pei Ji alone.

The two sat facing each other for a long time before Nan's mother finally spoke with difficulty:

"Kid, you said you've been interested in this for a long time, you're not lying to your aunt, are you?"

"no."

Nan's mother sat on the sofa with her legs together and her hands clasped nervously, looking very restrained. She had thought about what she wanted to say a thousand times in her mind, but when she actually said it, she felt not only embarrassed, but also ashamed that her dignity had been trampled underfoot.

To put it simply, even she herself felt that those words were shameless.

But I still want to fight for it.

“Xiaoyu has autism, not the severe social anxiety you mentioned. This child hasn’t contacted us for over a year. He left home because his gambling-addicted father wanted to sell him. This child may have become estranged from us and a bit distant.”

"However, I am still very gratified as Xiaoyu's mother."

“He always smiles when he talks about you. As a mother, I don’t want my child to be under too much pressure. When I go back this time, you don’t need to worry about me. I don’t ask for anything else, I just ask that you can stay with Xiaoyu a little longer. He is a child who lacks love. If you don’t want to leave in a year or two, if I am still alive, please contact me before you think about separating.”

Nan's mother: "I took him home."

“If he’s not here…” Mother Nan paused, “then it’s fine.”

Pei Ji: "You don't object?"

"I am not important."

She could tell that her son was very dependent on the teenager.

I can't persuade them; they have so many troubles at home, and they also have health problems.

When all buffs are stacked.

Some problems seem insignificant.

She's just selfishly trying to beg Pei Ji right now.

Don't hurt her son too much.

Pei remained silent.

The longer he remained silent, the more worried Nan's mother became.

Five minutes felt like an eternity to Nan's mother before Pei Ji finally spoke in a low voice, "You mean, you want me to be with him for the rest of my life?"

Nan's mother's eyes were wet, but her face turned red.

"Auntie knows this request might be unreasonable. Auntie thinks that instead of spending money on him, you should focus on my son's good qualities and treat him with sincerity. He will definitely treat you with sincerity in return. The two of you can support each other and be just as good as a married couple."

Then, as if afraid that Pei Ji would misunderstand, she quickly explained.

"Auntie doesn't want to climb the social ladder because you're rich. If you agree, Auntie will leave you your contact information. If there are any problems in the future, just send me a message. I've blocked Xiaoyu and also asked her uncle to delete me. We won't contact you anymore."

"Are you sure you don't object?" Pei Ji asked.

Nan's mother dared not object now.

If her son didn't like it, she would sell everything she owned to pay the penalty for breach of contract.

But the son really liked it, practically telling everyone that he couldn't live without Pei Ji.

A normal romantic relationship is very different from being kept as a sugar daddy or sugar mama.

Mistresses in wealthy families are commonplace. No matter how progressive the boss's wife's ideas are, in this kind of discussion, the mistress is still considered an interloper and a despised figure.

For ordinary people, it goes without saying that being kept as a mistress is a shady relationship.

A couple of the same sex, one rich and one poor, are dating.

Nan's mother didn't understand at first and disagreed.

But Pei Ji told her that they were in a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship.

The son is in a vulnerable position and will be bullied.

Which mother wants her child to be bullied?

Nan Yu's undisguised dependence left her with no choice but to settle for second best. She tried to bring the two together, suggesting that without monetary transactions and with equal status, her child wouldn't be looked down upon.