Mu Qiu sat in the passenger seat while the man drove himself. The car was too quiet, and Mu Qiu felt awkward, so she took the initiative to find a topic to talk about. She asked the man, "Did you just get home from work?"
"I guess so." After answering, perhaps because he felt that his answer was too brief and would give people a cold impression, the man added: "I just got back from a business trip."
"I see." Mu Qiu occasionally glanced at the man beside him and felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but for a moment he couldn't remember where. Mu Qiu was uneasy and didn't say much afterwards.
After parking the car at the gate of Zijing Capital, the man reminded Mu Qiu, who was distracted, "Little girl, we're here."
Mu Qiu came back to his senses, holding the seat belt and nodded to the man in thanks: "Thank you."
“No need.”
Mu Qiu took off his seatbelt, got out of the car, stood beside it, and thanked the man again before heading into the complex. After watching Mu Qiu's frail figure disappear at the end of the complex's winding sidewalk, Cheng Yanmo turned the car around and prepared to go home.
On the way, he received another call.
Cheng Yanmo answered the Bluetooth call. "Hello?"
There was a lot of noise on the other end. After a while, a man came to the phone and asked tentatively, "Hello, is this Mr. Cheng?"
Cheng Yanmo then picked up the phone and glanced at the caller. It was Cheng Ziang.
He understood. "My brother is with you?"
"Yes." The man on the other end said, "Second Master Cheng treated everyone to drinks tonight and opened a bottle of wine worth over 300,000 yuan. He's unconscious now. Could you please come over and help him settle the bill?"
After a moment of silence, Cheng Yanmo finally hummed.
Half an hour later, Cheng Yanmo's car stopped at Bar Street. He got out and walked into the bar, weaving among the drunken hormonal crowd, exuding a sense of aloofness and coldness.
When Cheng Yanmo walked into a private room, he saw Cheng Ziang lying on the sofa in a drunken puddle.
Cheng Ziang's white suit was disheveled, and there was a lipstick mark on his face from a woman's kiss. On the table, there were overturned expensive glass bottles and one or two used latex condoms.
Cheng Yanmo stared at the filthy things on the table. He pushed his glasses up with his fingers, then turned back calmly and handed a bank card to the bar owner behind him. "I'll pay the bill, and I'll take you away."
The boss looked at Cheng Yanmo, the legendary "Number One Hero of Wangdong City," with curiosity and awe. Compared to the playboy Cheng Ziang, Cheng Yanmo was truly a rare talent. One look at him revealed that he was something special.
The boss took the bank card and turned to leave when he suddenly turned back to Cheng Yanmo and said, "Master Cheng, please persuade your brother. This is a legitimate bar." He glanced at the bartender on the table and said, "Don't come to my place for things like this in the future. It's too small to accommodate you."
"There are so many hotels on the street. Wouldn't any of them be more luxurious and convenient than my little room?"
How could Cheng Yanmo not understand the boss's sarcasm? He didn't get angry, but apologized well-manneredly: "Boss, I'm sorry to trouble you." After saying that, he bent down, helped Cheng Ziang up, and carried him out of the bar.
At the end of the street, standing next to a small fountain, Cheng Yanmo suddenly let go of Cheng Ziang. Suddenly losing his support, Cheng Ziang's body swayed slightly. Without warning, Cheng Yanmo kicked Cheng Ziang, who was so drunk he couldn't even see clearly, into the fountain.
"Ah!" Lying in the water with his mouth and nose blocked by water, Cheng Ziang woke up instantly.
He thrashed around a few times, realizing the water wasn't deep, and rolled over to his knees. He coughed a few times, wiped the water off his face, and looked up at Cheng Yanmo, who was standing in front of him.
Looking into Cheng Yanmo's eyes, which were devoid of emotion and filled only with disgust and disdain, Cheng Ziang suddenly came to his senses. "Big, big brother..." Cheng Ziang stuttered, feeling the panic of a cat caught by its tail.
Cheng Yanmo turned and left.
Cheng Ziang quickly stood up from the pool and trotted after him, leaving a watermark with each step. "Brother, weren't you on a business trip? Why are you back?"
Cheng Yanmo ignored him. He opened the car door and got in, then started the car and was about to leave. Cheng Ziang quickly got into the passenger seat, sat down, and just as he closed the door, the car started moving.
Cheng Ziang hurriedly fastened his seatbelt. He asked Cheng Yanmo guiltily, "Brother, were you the one who brought me back from the bar?"
Cheng Yanmo finally spoke. "Can't you just take care of yourself?" Cheng Yanmo frowned and said disdainfully, "If you want to do it, can't you just find a hotel?"
Cheng Ziang knew that Cheng Yanmo was angry.
Although born to the same parents, Cheng Ziang and Cheng Yanmo are born into two extremes. The elder brother is brilliant and outstanding, while the younger brother is a playboy and a dissolute man, living a carefree life of debauchery.
Facing this overly dazzling elder brother, Cheng Ziang felt guilty and inferior. Listening to Cheng Yanmo's lecture, Cheng Ziang couldn't help but feel a little indignant. He said listlessly: "I feel uncomfortable."
Cheng Yanmo: “Ha!”
Cheng Ziang said again: "Song Ci is married." He had pursued Song Ci so high and so passionately before, but Song Ci had never been moved. In the blink of an eye, Song Ci got married just like that. Cheng Ziang's self-confidence was greatly hit.
He thought Cheng Yanmo didn't know about Song Ci's marriage, so he complained to Cheng Yanmo angrily: "Song Ci got married, and her partner is not only a nobody, but also a disabled person! I've done some research. That man named Han Zhan has no parents, no power, and all he owns is a shabby house of over 200 square meters and a broken car. He bought the house with a loan."
"I can't understand why Song Ci would like him!" The more Cheng Ziang spoke, the angrier he became.
Cheng Ziang had been the laughing stock of the last few days. They all laughed at him, saying, "Second Young Master Cheng, Song Ci would rather marry a disabled man than you. Your charm is just that!" Hearing this so often, Cheng Ziang almost wanted to kill Song Ci.
Cheng Yanmo couldn't stand it any longer, so he interrupted Cheng Ziang's chatter and said, "Except for not having the last name Cheng, is he any worse than you in any way?"
Cheng Ziang was stunned.
Because he could reincarnate and his last name was Cheng, Cheng Ziang had no shortage of money. He had many houses, many cars, many friends, and plenty of money, but Song Ci didn't choose him. His brother, however, said that other than not being able to reincarnate, that man was no worse than him in any way.
Being belittled by his brother to the point of being worthless, Cheng Ziang felt embarrassed and his face was ashamed. He said gloomily: "Brother, have you seen that man? How can you say he is better than me?"
Cheng Yanmo said, "I have seen it."
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