As Jiang Chen expected, He Qianmin did not show the slightest surprise after hearing what He Yanfeng said.
He tilted his head slightly, pretending to glance at Jiang Chen casually, and his clean voice could not hide his worry: "Brother...are you okay?"
Jiang Chen hooked He Qianmin's neck and pulled him over, gently rubbed his head, and smiled, "When did you know?"
Yang Yun and He Yanfeng were startled and looked at the two brothers lying in a heap at the same time.
He Qianmin fell into Jiang Chen's arms, raised her head and met his smiling eyes, and couldn't help but grin.
Yang Yun was confused and puzzled. She took a half step forward, squatted beside the sofa and asked: "Qian Min, do you know that Xiaochen is your brother?"
"I know." He Qianmin sat up straight, but his shoulder was still against Jiang Chen. After answering Yang Yun, he turned to look at Jiang Chen: "Brother, does that mean you will always be with me in the future?"
"Always accompany you?" Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and a narrow smile appeared at the corners of his eyes. "You are so old, but you still act like a spoiled child and ask your brother to accompany you all the time. What will you do if you find a girlfriend in the future?"
"Who's being coquettish?" He Qianmin's ears turned red, and he said confidently, "Besides, finding a girlfriend and you accompanying me are not the same thing."
Jiang Chen stopped teasing him and smiled, "I will always be with you from now on."
He Qianmin was finally satisfied. He raised his chin slightly, with an unsuppressible smile on the corner of his mouth.
He Yanfeng pondered for a while, then asked, "Have you gone to look for your Uncle Xiang?"
He Qianmin paused and glanced at Jiang Chen. Seeing his understanding look, he breathed a sigh of relief. "I took samples of my brother's and my hair and asked Uncle Xiang to identify them."
Yang Yun: “When?”
He Qianmin: "At the beginning of the month."
"The beginning of the month?" Yang Yun was slightly absent-minded.
He Yanfeng quickly checked the time: "When you ran away from home?"
"Um."
He Yanfeng continued to ask: "How did you know?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He Qianmin raised his chin and curled up one corner of his mouth and said, "My brother and I look so much alike. Everyone who has seen us says that we look like brothers. Look at our dimples. They are exactly the same."
"Just this?" He Yanfeng laughed.
"Of course there's more to it than that." He Qianmin curled his lips, his tone adding a bit of mockery: "I rely on the fact that my brother looks like a member of our He family, and He Qianjian doesn't look like he was born by you."
He Yanfeng raised his eyebrows: "Since you knew, why didn't you ask your uncle Xiang to tell us."
"My brother has such a good relationship with Uncle Jiang and Aunt Yang. What if I tell him and he doesn't want to come back to our house?" He Qianmin said, "Anyway, whether he goes back or not, I know he is my real brother."
"Oh, right." He Qianmin frowned, not knowing what he was thinking of. "What about He Qianjian? My brother is back. Will he go back to Uncle Jiang's house?"
He Yanfeng paused in laughter at He Qianmin's actions, and then faded away little by little: "Your brother's identity will not be made public for the time being. He Qianjian will not leave our house until your brother's identity is made public."
"Why?" He Qianmin frowned and spoke in a dissatisfied tone.
"It's my request." Jiang Chen said, "My mother is pregnant now and can't be stimulated. I hope to wait until she has given birth and finished her confinement before talking to her."
"After giving birth..." He Qianmin's brows relaxed slightly, but they wrinkled again in a moment. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Chen: "Aunt Yang is only five months pregnant now, so it will take another half a year, right?"
Jiang Chen nodded slightly, and seeing He Qianmin's instantly tense face, he put a hand on his shoulder: "Are you angry?"
"No." He Qianmin pursed his lips.
Jiang Chen curled his lips: "That's good."
He Qianmin's lips twitched, and he caught a glimpse of the smile in Jiang Chen's eyes, then he pursed his lips and turned his head away.
He Yanfeng watched the interaction between his two sons with great interest before speaking: "I will pick you up after school tomorrow and go back to the old house together."
Jiang Chen nodded happily: "Okay."
He Qianmin nodded with his jaw clenched, paused for a moment, and said, "He Qianjian won't go, right?"
"He must also know about this, and as the biological son of Xiaochen's adoptive parents, he has the right to choose to return to his biological parents." He Yanfeng looked at Jiang Chen: "So whether to postpone the announcement of your identities for half a year depends on He Qianjian's opinion. Xiaochen, can you understand?"
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Yes."
"What are you discussing?" He Qianmin sneered. "Don't even mention postponing it for half a year. He Qianjian should be hoping to postpone it for a lifetime. He wants to ride a Bentley to school, a Maybach for outings, and a Bugatti as his coming-of-age gift. In his eyes, any restaurant with an average price of less than 500 yuan per person is a fast food restaurant. Talking to Chenghua's family who is a little worse off seems to pollute his eyes. With this behavior - do you think that if he knew about this, he would not beg to stay in our house, but would ask to go back to the Jiang family?"
He Yanfeng, "You know him quite well?"
He Qianmin curled his lips, "If you go to Chenghua and talk to the people in his class, you will understand him better than I do."
"Qian Jian is indeed extravagant in some aspects..." Yang Yun didn't know whether to comfort himself or convince others: "But after knowing this, if he wants to stay in the He family, it should be more because of his relationship with us."
"Mom, you think too much..."
Jiang Chen glanced at He Qianmin, and He Qianmin shut up obediently. However, he didn't know what he was thinking about, he secretly curled his lips and turned his head to the other side.
"Okay." He Yanfeng glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late. I'll take you home first. Your mom and I will pick you up after school tomorrow."
The next day at 5:30 pm.
Jiang Chen and He Qianmin got into He Yanfeng's car again. After driving for about an hour, the car stopped in front of a small red brick building with a sense of history.
Old Mrs. He had been waiting in the pavilion in the garden early in the morning. When she saw a car stop, she immediately sat up and walked quickly to the door without waiting for her children to support her.
Jiang Chen got out of the car and just stood up when he was grabbed by a pair of warm and thick hands: "Are you cold? Come to the pavilion with grandma and have some hot tea."
Jiang Chen's eyes met the old lady's kind smile, and he paused, then said, "Thank you."
"Why are you thanking me, kid?" Mrs. He smiled and held his hand, muttering as they walked towards the pavilion, "Why are you wearing so little? Your hands are cold. I'll get you some of your cousin's clothes later. You must not get cold. The same goes for Minmin, understand?"
"Got it." He Qianmin walked behind with his hands in his pockets and responded in a good mood. Then he watched Jiang Chen being pulled to the pavilion and forced to sit down. He no longer had the ease and comfort he had before when dealing with people and situations. His whole face was filled with confusion as if he was being dominated by his elders.
In the middle of the pavilion, there was a tea table, on which tea was being brewed. White mist was floating in the cold air, and there were washed fruits and snacks beside it. He Yanjun picked up the teapot, poured a cup and placed it in front of Jiang Chen, saying lightly, "Have some tea."
Faced with such a casual and calm tone, Jiang Chen instead breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and the fragrant and mellow tea went down his throat. As he felt warmth rising up in his stomach, the confusion he had just felt was swept away.
Seeing the young man opposite him behave calmly, openly and generously, He Yanjun nodded secretly in his heart. When he raised his eyes, he said, "How is the tea?"
Jiang Chen put down the teacup, raised his eyes and smiled: "I don't know much about tea, but this tea tastes sweet, it should be good."
"Your grandma cooked it specially for you." He Yanjun said.
Jiang Chen turned around and said to the smiling old woman next to him: "Thank you, grandma."
"My hands are much warmer." Old Madam He took Jiang Chen's hand and said with a smile, "Thanks are not accepted in our family. Grandma likes you so I'll make you a pot of tea. If you are happy after drinking it, Grandma will be happy too."
He Qianmin finished his tea in one gulp and asked, "Grandma, where is He Qianyu? Don't they only have two classes in the afternoon in elementary school? Why can't I see her?"
He Yanfeng and Yang Yun came up together and happened to hear these words.
Yang Yun smiled and said, "The ballet troupe has training today. Mom has asked Uncle Wang to pick her up. He should be here soon."
He Qianmin said "oh" and nodded casually.
He Yanya, who had been sitting at the end of the table, finally raised her head, glanced at Jiang Chen, and asked, "When will Qian Jian arrive?"
"He should be here soon." He Yanfeng said calmly, "I asked my assistant to pick him up."
He Yanya closed the notebook and said calmly: "Xiaofeng, even if Jiang Chen is your biological son, you have raised Qian Jian for eighteen years. It is inappropriate to be so partial to one and neglect the other."
As soon as the words fell, the entire pavilion fell silent.
"It's time to eat." The aunt in an apron broke the silence. "The old man asked me to call you in."
He Qianmin stood up first and walked to Jiang Chen: "Brother, let's go in."
"Sister." He Yanfeng stood by the pavilion and stopped Yang Yun who was about to speak, saying, "Even if you have no ill intentions, it is easy to be misunderstood if you say this in front of the children."
"What misunderstanding?" He Yanya frowned slightly: "Did I say something wrong?"
"Of course you are wrong." He Qianmin said.
He Yanya looked at He Qianmin: "Then tell me, what did I say wrong?"
"Wrong..."
Jiang Chen raised his hand to stop He Qianmin from speaking, then tilted his head slightly to look at He Yanfeng, and said with a faint smile: "I didn't misunderstand what my aunt said, you are just too nervous."
"elder brother……"
"Okay, go in." Old Madam He glared at He Yanya, holding He Qianmin with one hand and Jiang Chen with the other: "If you don't hurry up, your grandfather will come out and urge you personally."
When Jiang Chen and his group arrived at the living room, two cars, one in front and one behind, also stopped in front of the He family's door.
"Brother." He Qianyu saw He Qianjian getting out of the car behind, looked inside curiously, and said, "It's the assistant uncle who picked you up today."
He Qianjian got out of the car, stood still and looked at the brightly lit red brick house without saying a word.
He Qianyu had gotten used to He Qianjian's increasingly silent personality recently. She picked up her small schoolbag, pushed open the iron gate and walked in first.
As soon as Brother Jiang Chen entered the living room, he saw He Qianyu jumping in. She first ran to the kitchen and hugged her grandparents affectionately, then hugged her uncle who was on the phone and her aunt who was working in the restaurant, causing a lot of laughter, and then rushed to the living room.
"Mom and Dad!" He Yanya ran in with her arms open. She was about to throw herself into He Yanfeng's arms, but suddenly stopped in the middle of her way and screamed, "Brother Jiang Chen!" Then, like a young swallow returning to the forest, she dived into Jiang Chen's arms.
He Yanya and He Yanjun, who were walking behind, were stunned. They only knew that Jiang Chen and He Qianjian had taken the wrong person and needed to exchange identities, and they knew nothing about the other entanglements. They were surprised to see He Qianmin protecting Jiang Chen before, and now they saw He Qianyu being so intimate with Jiang Chen, and they couldn't help but look at each other.
He Yanjun asked: "Xiaobao, do you know Jiang Chen?"
"Of course!" He Qianyu hugged Jiang Chen's neck tightly, pouted her lips and glanced at He Qianmin on the side, raised her little chin and said: "I like brother Jiang Chen the most, it would be great if brother Jiang Chen was my real brother!"
As soon as he finished speaking, He Qianjian stepped into the living room and there was silence.
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