Chapter 27 Brothers for Life, Walking Together at the Internet Cafe Entrance, Zhu Yanhe...

At the entrance of the internet cafe, Zhu Yanhe stood looking at the wind chimes on the eaves. A cool breeze ruffled a few strands of his fine black hair. Should he go in?

As the shadow of the leaves slipped away, the man took a step and stepped onto the stairs. Li Chang looked at the shadow that had fallen before him, and looked up in surprise. It was that familiar figure again.

What are you doing here?

Where is Ning Buyi?

Zhu Yanhe didn't answer his question, but asked directly.

Li Chang didn't reply to him: "What do you want with Jian'er?"

The two of them are kicking a ball around here, one back and one forth. They could probably play all night and no one would know where Ning Buyi is.

"Wish Yanhe?"

With a crisp sound, Ning Buyi stretched and walked over, looking at the person who, theoretically, shouldn't be here.

Li Chang: This is a worthless money-loser!

Li Chang asked him, "What are you doing down here?"

After waking up, the boy tossed and turned in bed, rolling up and down the blankets. The word "boredom" was almost overwhelming Ning Buyi. He had tried counting animals on his fingers in bed, counting a hundred sheep, and taking bottles out of the beer rack and putting them back.

But he was still so bored, so he decided to sit down and play on Li Chang's phone with Li Chang. Surely this wasn't just playing on a phone.

"I'm bored, I want to play with your phone."

Upon hearing the word "cell phone," Li Chang reacted like Pavlov's dog to the ringing of a bell. That won't do; if he finds out, he'll get so angry he'll end up in the hospital again. What should I do?

"No, you can't play with my phone."

Ning Buyi pouted, but his eyes lit up again when he glanced at Zhu Yanhe: "Zhu Yanhe, I want to play with your phone."

At that moment, Li Chang regretted not letting him play on his phone earlier; at least he could have kept an eye on him. Now, he could only give Zhu Yan a meaningful look, telling him to be sensible and not let his rascal play on his phone.

Zhu Yanhe curled the corners of his lips, ignoring Li Chang's glare, and said, "Does someone not want to eat king crab anymore?"

"Yes!" Ning Buyi nodded immediately. Just thinking about it made his mouth water. He missed it so much that he would be willing to stay in the hospital again, but Zhu Yanhe had to take care of him.

Li Chang: ...Are you just going to sell yourself like this?

The man took out his phone and handed it to him: "Want to play on your phone?"

The boy shook his head violently, his soft hair swaying from side to side: "No, no, I want to eat king crab."

Li Chang slammed his hand on the table: "You're not allowed to go! You've practically turned him into a dog."

This guy is so spineless! He'd give up everything for a little food. Where's his integrity?!

Ning Buyi understood immediately, stepped forward, patted Li Chang on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Don't worry, brother, we're still the best of brothers."

Li Chang thought he understood something, and waved Ning Buyi's hand away: "What are you talking about! It's not that. King crabs are so expensive, he's up to no good!"

Ning Buyi didn't like hearing this. They were all his good brothers, so why was his brother so hostile?

"It's okay, bro. I'll tell Zhu Yanhe to pack one for you to eat later."

That's definitely why. So, can he drive a Land Rover by himself? No way, his brother has to be the one to try it out first.

As Zhu Yanhe listened to the two of them discussing him so openly and irrelevantly, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Li Chang stood speechlessly with his mouth slightly agape. He had lost all strength and ability. Finally, he waved his hand and said to Zhu Yanhe, "Don't let him play on his phone."

Ning Buyi jumped up happily. He knew that Li Chang's tantrum was because of this, and that brothers were truly of one mind.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Buyi skipped and hopped after Zhu Yanhe into his car. Li Chang looked at the boy's back and had only one thought in his mind: he would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle, let alone a Maybach.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant, an antique-style building with a sign that read "Crab Residence." It was the only restaurant within a ten-mile radius. Ning Buyi exclaimed inwardly, "Wow! No wonder there aren't many customers in such a desolate place!"

The two stepped across the threshold side by side and went inside. The receptionist greeted them: "Mr. Zhu, the private room is ready."

Zhu Yan nodded slightly, and the receptionist led them inside. "President Zhu? His good brother is actually so powerful."

The private room wasn't large, and the atmosphere grew increasingly quiet. Ning Buyi glanced around; there was a channel next to the small table, through which water gurgled and eventually flowed into the pool in the main hall outside the room. Zhu Yanhe sat down next to Ning Buyi and handed him the menu: "Order yourself."

The boy took the menu, carefully examined the pictures, then looked up and blinked: "Can I order anything I want?"

The man hummed in agreement and said, "I'm not so poor that I can only afford to eat something."

Ning Buyi exclaimed "Wow!" "Good brothers for life!" he declared, then proceeded to order every type of crab he saw: drunken crab, salt-baked, and raw marinated; crab with orchid, crab with safflower, and crab with bread. He ordered them all! Zhu Yan and the others were already full just watching him order.

Soon, the crab dishes were served one after another, and the waiter asked, "Sir, would you like some crabs peeled?"

Ning Buyi was about to nod in agreement when Zhu Yanhe spoke up, saying, "No need."

Who doesn't use it? Him? He does!

"I'll use it!" the boy said, trying to struggle.

Zhu Yanhe interrupted him, saying, "He doesn't need it."

Upon hearing this, the waiter felt it was inappropriate to stay any longer and left.

It would be inconvenient for him to carry out his plans if there were outsiders present, but as for peeling crabs, it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to peel them for Ning Buyi.

He'd angered Emperor Ning Buyi again. His cheeks puffed out in anger as he glared at Zhu Yanhe, reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and hid it under the table to lock it.

Zhu Yanhe:…

The man lifted him up like a cat with one hand, but Ning Buyi still looked defiant, so he said, "I'll peel it for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Buyi visibly became honest: "Thank you, thank you."

Zhu Yanhe withdrew his hand, picked up the crab-peeling tools, and began to peel the crab for him. Ning Buyi stared straight at him, his every move exuding nobility. Eating with Ning Buyi was probably the closest Zhu Yanhe had ever come to poverty in his life.

The man deftly dissected the crab, handed the plate to him, and casually asked, "When does school start?"

I thought Ning Buyi would seem guilty, but he was surprisingly nonchalant, replying, "If school doesn't start, I won't have any classes to attend."

With a nonchalant tone, Zhu Yanhe pressed on, "Why didn't you go to school? Did you hit the proctor during the college entrance exam?"

Ning Buyi paused, chewed a mouthful of shredded crab meat, and said, "No, I didn't take the college entrance exam."

Although Zhu Yanhe knew it, hearing it from his own mouth gave it a different feel.

He switched gears as if they were just having a casual chat: "Is your homeroom teacher giving you a hard time?"

Since there's a graduation photo, it means he's in his final year of high school. He looks foolish and wouldn't do something like abandoning his future. If you ask Ning Buyi directly, he probably won't tell you. Maybe you can get him to tell you by coaxing him a little. Zhu Yanhe thought.

"No, the old teacher is very kind." A cool breeze blew in through the night, and silver light spilled through the carved window. Ning Buyi silently put the peeled raw marinated crab back on the table; raw crabs don't taste good.

Zhu Yanhe then asked, "Why is that?"

Why does he talk so much!

Ning Buyi pushed the plate of raw marinated crab in front of him: "Here, have some."

He's eating what he wouldn't eat himself; his conscience is so terrible he could never wash it away.

Ning Buyi made it clear that he didn't want to talk, so Zhu Yanhe didn't press him further. However, he needed evidence to help Ning Buyi, so he wanted to hear what the young man had to say first.

The man dismantled the plates of crabs on the table one by one, and the boy enjoyed the high-quality service without any hesitation. He even carefully selected the crabs, eating the good ones and giving the less desirable ones to Zhu Yanhe.

"This is so delicious! Best wishes for a harmonious relationship!" Ning Buyi exclaimed after taking a sip.

Zhu Yan and Lanlan glanced at him and said, "Order your own food."

So several plates of drunken crabs were served on the table. He barely ate any, spending all his time peeling crabs for Ning Buyi. The young man was like a glutton, eating crab meat and roe without any effort. This was the happiest thing in life.

The gentle murmur of flowing water filled the room, its soothing melody touching the heartstrings. The two sat in silence, peeling and eating, when suddenly Ning Buyi spoke up: "Zhu Yanhe, why are you so good to me?"

Zhu Yanhe looked up and saw the boy's slightly flushed face, his thick, curved eyelashes pressing down on his dark pupils, a smile playing on his lips.

I ate too much drunken crab and got a little tipsy.

The man leaned closer to him and exhaled, "I'm not telling you."

This has touched Ning Buyi's sore spot again; his entire being is a target of his resentment.

He grabbed Zhu Yanhe by the waist and slammed his head into the man's stomach: "Why didn't you tell me!"

The man was silent for a moment, then grabbed him by the back of the neck: "You're not going to tell me why you didn't take the college entrance exam, are you?"

They say people speak the truth when they're drunk, and he wanted to hear if Ning Buyi would finally let go of his tongue.

The boy looked up, confused, and said, "It's not like I didn't want to! They hid my ID card, locked me in the house and wouldn't let me out. Even if I tried to climb through the window, there were security bars!"

He must have been completely drunk, blurting out whatever came to mind. Though he didn't mean anything by it, Zhu Yanhe stared at him intently, as if trying to find a flaw in his feigned drunkenness.

"Why?"

Why would someone so close to him do such a disgusting thing?

The boy chuckled: "Zhu Yanhe, I still want to eat that crab."

Zhu Yanhe frowned slightly. Why was the city wall being defended so stubbornly despite the intoxicated defense mechanism?

He reached out and continued to peel the crab for Ning Buyi, glancing at Ning Buyi out of the corner of his eye. The boy was poking at the crab shells in the bowl, his long, thin hair falling into the bowl, revealing his fair neck as he looked at Zhu Yanhe.

"Who did you live with in your senior year of high school? Why didn't you stay in the dormitory?" Zhu Yanhe asked him, turning her head to the side.

Upon hearing this, the person in his eyes paused, poking at the crab shell: "No money."

In that instant, the flowing water in the courtyard seemed to stop flowing, the original melody came to an abrupt halt, the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window froze, and Zhu Yanhe choked for a moment. He had never understood why Ning Buyi was so greedy for money.

At this moment, he thought that the emptiness of his childhood led to his current desire, so he needed money, just the money itself, not money as a vehicle for doing anything.

Zhu Yanhe didn't want to ask anymore.

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Author's Note: Zhu Yanhe, with such a drunken Ning Buyi right in front of you, can you resist? [Rabbit head with upright ears]