She rubbed her fingertips together, glanced furtively at Tang Song in the bathroom, quickly squatted down, pulled two hairs from the stool into her pocket, and then stood up again.
Tang Song didn't notice him at all; he was diligently washing a handkerchief in the bathroom.
Zhu Hao got up, twirling the two hairs in his pocket with his fingertips, and walked happily toward the door.
There are still things Tang Song brought piled up at the entrance; we need to tidy them up.
Zhu Hao stood at the door, leaning against the door frame, one hand on her forehead, staring with a distressed expression at the gifts that filled the only space in front of the door, then looked up at the stairwell.
Zhu Qing and the two men behind him each carried a gift box that was almost as tall as a person, and the faces of all three were completely obscured.
Zhu Hao's lips twitched, and she took out her phone to type. The cold, mechanical voice echoed in the old house, "No need to move, I really can't let go."
Zhu Qing stopped in her tracks, carefully put down what she was holding, and stood at the corner of the stairs.
The cramped space forced him to cling to the railing in an extremely contorted manner, like a stiff snake, which looked comical and ridiculous.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Miss Zhu, Mr. Tang said all of these need to be brought up."
Zhu Hao frowned slightly, looking at Zhu Qing with a troubled expression.
"No need." Tang Song appeared behind Zhu Hao, pulling her into his arms with an almost forceful gesture.
Zhu Hao felt a surge of heat on his back, his heart skipped a beat, and when he turned around, he saw Tang Song's sharp jaw.
"If you can't leave anything, keep some nutritional supplements and study tools. Move the rest downstairs," Tang Song said softly, glancing at Zhu Qing.
Zhu Qing stared at Tang Song with surprise in his dark eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
Tang Song took off his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and revealed clear veins on his forearms, with a few drops of water running down his arms.
He held a wad of handkerchief, its original color indiscernible, in his long, slender hands, clearly indicating that he had just done some rough work.
Zhu Qing was deeply shocked.
He'd been with Tang Song for so long, and whether at the manor or the company, he'd never seen Tang Song do any of this himself!
Zhu Qing gasped, not having heard what Tang Song had just instructed, and looked at Zhu Hao with a terrified expression.
What did they do to their boss?!
"Zhu Qing!" Tang Song's tone became harsher when he saw that Zhu Qing did not respond, implying a warning.
Zhu Qing was startled, then quickly came to his senses, "Yes!"
Bang!
The door closed.
Zhu Qing slowly tilted her head, raised an eyebrow, and asked in confusion, "The door is closed... how do we move things in?"
Inside the door.
Tang Song's face was as black as charcoal ash at the bottom of a pot, and he exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.
[What was Zhu Qing doing just now?! Staring at my cub the whole time!! What are you looking at?! Gouge his eyes out!!]
Tang Song curled his earlobe in displeasure, his eyes dark as he stared at the closed door.
Zhu Hao's eyes twitched, and she chuckled as she took the clean handkerchief from his hand, walked to the small balcony, and hung it up.
The balcony and kitchen are connected, and a fragrant aroma suddenly wafted into Zhu Hao's nose, incredibly tempting.
She paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that there should still be food prepared for her by her adoptive parents in the kitchen.
She sent them a message before going to bed last night, saying that she would be back today. They said they were working overtime on the weekend and told her to eat first when she got back, as her younger brother wouldn't be back until after school in the afternoon, and she didn't need to wait for him.
Zhu Hao suddenly slapped her forehead; she had almost forgotten.
It's all Tang Song's fault!
His true feelings were so easily misled that she couldn't remember anything and kept following his thoughts.
Zhu Hao looked up, staring at the fiery horizontal line on the horizon, and glanced at the time; it was already five in the afternoon.
Her younger brother, Zhu Hong, will be back in another hour.
Zhu Hao stared somewhat absentmindedly at the school uniforms drying on the balcony.
Two years later, Zhu Hong is now a senior in high school.
Zhu Hao's eyes flickered slightly as she looked away, wiped the water off her hands, and walked towards the living room.
The living room, which originally had half space left, was now occupied by all sorts of high-end gift boxes. Tang Song stood by the window, hands in his pockets, staring downstairs with an imposing air.
Zhu Hao carefully walked around the box on the ground and approached Tang Song.
[Oh no! Oh no! Is that the cub's younger brother?! I remember it should be! When we were investigating the cub's whereabouts, Zhu Qing showed me a picture of the younger cub's brother!!]
[Awoo~ Awoo~]
【What should I do? What should I do? I can't move! Waaaaah... Ouch~ My legs are useless! They're no match for me at this crucial moment!!】
Zhu Hao smiled and tilted her head, her gaze following Tang Song's downward movement.
A boy wearing a blue and white school uniform carried an old but clean black backpack on one shoulder, his hands in his pockets, walking briskly.
As he approached the building, he stretched out his hand and ran upstairs, his dark hair reflecting a golden light in the sunlight, fluttering up and down with his movements.
Zhu Hao's gaze softened, and she turned and walked towards the door.
"elder sister!"
The boy's steps were quick and steady. As soon as Zhu Hao opened the door, Zhu Hong was already standing at the door, holding the key in his hand, ready to open it.
Before Zhu Hao could even see clearly, Zhu Hong pulled her into his arms.
The scent of fresh laundry detergent filled her nostrils, and the boy's chest seemed much broader, his warm breath enveloping her.
Zhu Hong has grown much taller. When she hugged him before she left, her chin could rest on his shoulder, but now the top of her head barely reaches his shoulder.
Zhu Hao's eyes instantly reddened and welled up with tears. She tremblingly raised her hand to hug him back, and silently said, "You're back."
[Enough! Enough! Why are you hugging for so long?! A quick hug is enough!! Your little brother is so old!! Don't you know there's a difference between boys and girls?! Keep hugging! Keep hugging! I'm separating you!!]
Zhu Hong suddenly felt his collar tighten around his neck. He paused, puzzled, and let go, looking down at his collar.
The moment he let go, the feeling of suffocation disappeared.
Zhu Hao's bloodshot eyes swept over Zhu Hong's deformed clothes, and she turned around and glared at Tang Song with a speechless expression.
【What are you doing?! What are you doing?! Even the cubs are glaring at me now?! I didn't do anything!!! Humph!!! Humph!】
Zhu Hao's lips twitched slightly, he sniffed, took Zhu Hong's schoolbag, and walked inside.
"Sis! Sister! I heard from Mom and Dad last night that you were coming back today, so I rushed back as soon as I finished my tutoring! Have you eaten? Are you hungry? Mom and Dad will give you some..."
Zhu Hong's rambling words caught in her throat the moment she saw Tang Song.
The gentle young man instantly transformed into a bristling beast, his dark eyes fixed warily on Tang Song, while he shielded Zhu Hao behind his back with one hand, asking, "Who are you?"
Tang Song stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed intently on Zhu Hong.
Who am I? I'm the parent of the cubs, of course!
He had barely opened his mouth when Zhu Hao pulled Zhu Hong close and quickly gestured to him in sign language, “Friend! He’s my friend! We met in college. He heard I was going home, so he brought me back.”
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