Yan Xianjue raised a finger and put it to his lips: "Shh, it's not enough."
His tone was no different from usual, but the coldness in his eyes had nothing to do with this sentence.
Even after he finished speaking, Yan Xianjue slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
When Zhuang Yuefeng was about to open his mouth to say something, Yan Xianjue quickly stuffed the towel he had picked up when he entered the room into his mouth.
And said considerately: "This is to protect your tongue, otherwise biting your tongue off or something like that sounds scary."
"You don't want to become mute, do you?"
After saying this, he ignored the other person's horrified look and twisted the check he had just taken out in his hand.
"I'll keep this for you first. Don't worry, the Yan family never defaults on their debts."
After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation to Yan Ci.
Yan Ci rolled his eyes at him.
If there weren't other people here, he really wanted to ask Yan Xianjue if he had learned bad things from Lin Shi.
He didn't have so much nonsense to say before.
When they put the people in the sacks, they coordinated very well.
Thinking of this, he grabbed Zhuang Yuefeng's collar with one hand and lifted up the slender man who was lying on the ground with his hands and feet tied.
"Tsk, thin dog."
He and Yan Xianjue have been learning fighting from the best teachers since childhood.
However, Zhuang Yuefeng happens to be the more slender type among male dancers.
It was not until Yan Ci lifted the man's upper body and slammed it against the wall with a bang that he realized how light the man under his hand was.
He even suspected that Zhuang Yuefeng was secretly hiding shoulder pads inside his suit.
Zhuang Yuefeng's ears were buzzing from the blow, so he couldn't hear what Yan Ci said at all.
Of course, Yan Ci did not give him a chance to react.
The next second, the fist came crashing down.
Compared to Yan Xianjue, Yan Ci is obviously the one who is too lazy to talk nonsense.
“Wuwu…!”
Zhuang Yuefeng struggled desperately. Even though his hands and feet were tied, his will to survive made him jump like a carp on a chopping board, and he burst out with amazing strength to resist the abuser.
Yan Ci almost couldn't control the other person with one hand.
Yan Xianjue chuckled, raised his foot and stepped on the other person's shoulder, helping him to fix the person in a convenient position.
Yan Ci's face darkened. He always felt that Yan Xianjue's laughter was full of mockery towards him.
Could it be that he really has neglected exercise during this period?
Yan Ci couldn't help but start to doubt his life.
Yan Xianjue knew him very well. As soon as he saw Yan Ci's expression, he knew that the other party had been led astray by him again.
The 18-year-old Yan Xianjue might not be able to see it, but the 22-year-old Yan Xianjue is more or less clear about this mentality.
Because he himself had once been so worried and anxious, constantly caught up in self-affirmation and internal friction.
Logically speaking, given Yan Ci's background and talent, he shouldn't be like this.
But every child in the family is so dazzling, and he doesn't seem to be the best one, nor the most favored one.
Nor is he the one who can turn the tide and save the family from collapse when it is in crisis.
Although no one in his family had ever asked him to do so, he would easily start to doubt himself because of any reaction from his family.
On the one hand, he is narcissistic and flamboyant, and on the other hand, he occasionally falls into inferiority and sensitivity.
The two sides of Gemini pull at each other in him.
Yan Xianjue has always had a guess that the reason why Yan Ci, his stupid second brother in this life, had such a tragic ending in the original plot was probably because the author infinitely magnified this characteristic of his.
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Just when Yan Xianjue was distracted and thinking about these random things, Yan Ci's punches became more and more fierce.
Doubts about life can be left to the lonely bedroom late at night.
But an outlet that comes right to your doorstep is something you can only come across by chance.
How long has it been since I was able to hear Yan Xianjue’s inner thoughts?
Compared to the past eighteen years they had been together, it seemed like only a few days had passed.
But after learning about the so-called plot of the novel, he was in an inexplicable panic every day.
Why is it that even though the team's daily training has consumed most of his energy and his parents have advised him to stay at the base to rest during training, he still insists on driving home?
Just to make sure that his impulsiveness and recklessness did not cause any harm to their family.
Apart from occasional jokes, no one in the family mentioned the incident again.
No one blamed him, including his older brother, who could even be defined as a victim.
But he always remembered, what if Yan Xianjue didn’t know the plot?
What if they didn’t suddenly gain the ability to hear Yan Xianjue’s inner voice as if by divine mercy?
Will he become the first domino to fall, causing the Yan family to be destroyed?
He had countless feelings of emptiness in his dreams at midnight, and he relied on the familiar bickering with Yan Xianjue again and again to briefly regain reality.
But when he saw the fear and pleading in Zhuang Yuefeng's eyes, Yan Ci suddenly felt that he had returned to the real world.
It turns out that sending Li Yang to jail is not revenge, and neither is intercepting Lin Lang's business.
Only when the punches hit the flesh did his knuckles feel the pain in return.
The banquet finally felt real again.
Yan Ci slowly revealed a relieved smile as Zhuang Yuefeng's eyes gradually became dull.
Oh, so that’s how it is.
His sense of reality comes from his family, and when he truly feels it, he protects his family.
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