Seeing that he didn't say anything, He Qianmin pursed her lips and looked at him.
If he was looked at like this by others at other times, he would have been unhappy a long time ago, but Young Master He, who always had a bad temper, did not lose his temper this time. He didn't even know why, but when he saw the man in front of him, he couldn't help but want to get close to him and listen to him.
The two looked at each other in silence, and the air flow seemed to slow down a lot.
It was not until the doctor changed his posture to apply medicine to He Qianmin and the subtle movement broke the existing silence that Jiang Chen came back to his senses.
His eyelashes half-dropped, hiding the complexity in his eyes: "Your father is He Yanfeng?"
He Qianmin was stunned, his round eyes slightly opened, showing a bit of childishness that matched his age. After a few seconds, he looked at Jiang Chen suspiciously, then nodded: "How do you know?"
Jiang Chen said calmly: "I've seen it in the newspaper before."
"Oh." He Qianmin had no doubt.
After confirming his identity, Jiang Chen felt a bit complicated. Although he had been prepared to meet the He family since he saw the book, his plan was to meet the He family a long time in the future. Now, he was caught off guard and suddenly met his biological brother who might be related to him by blood. This feeling was hard to describe.
Moreover, after learning the truth, Jiang Chen realized belatedly that when he saw the young man outside the alley, who was swinging his fists with a stubborn spirit and beating people, through the dim old alley, he felt differently about him than about others, so he personally went down to help him fight.
Seeing that Jiang Chen had not spoken and was looking down in thought, He Qianmin coughed softly, "Brother, what's your name?"
Jiang Chen was startled and suddenly raised his eyes.
He Qianmin's eyes were wandering, and when he met Jiang Chen's gaze, his ears immediately turned red. He raised his voice and said, "It's not that I want to call you brother, I'm just being polite! You look much older than me, so I should call you that, I respect the old and love the young!"
The attempt to cover up something only makes it more obvious, as if someone's tail was stepped on.
He Qianmin's awkward look actually diluted the weirdness and shock in Jiang Chen's heart.
He chuckled, patted his head and said, "Very good, very polite."
He Qianmin glared and tried to hide, but his body was stiff and he didn't obey. He let the hand on his head pat him a few times, saying, "Don't pat my head! Of course I'm polite!"
Jiang Chen thought that he didn't like others touching his head, and was a little surprised that he had done such an intimate gesture to someone he had just met for the first time. He took his hand back and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't like others touching your head."
He Qianmin froze, raised his eyes to peek at Jiang Chen's expression, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not angry. He reluctantly moved his head closer to him with a reluctant expression: "You can touch me, even though I don't like it, but you are my savior."
Jiang Chen laughed. Seeing the boy, whose face was red from ears to neck, but who was still stubborn and cool, his heart softened and he rubbed his head: "Does the wound hurt?"
He Qianmin had just retreated again and again, and now he couldn't stand up anymore, so he whispered, "What's a man afraid of pain?"
He hissed as soon as he finished speaking, and looked down to see the doctor's innocent smile: "Sorry, I was a little too heavy-handed."
Jiang Chen saw him gasping in pain but trying hard to hold it back for fear of embarrassment, and he was amused and angry: "Now that you know it hurts, you should be smarter. There are four people beating you up, and you won't run away?"
"It doesn't hurt me!" He Qianmin retorted, "And if they hadn't set up a spot early today, deliberately ambushed me there, and attacked me from behind with weapons, how could they have beaten me? Normally, even two of them wouldn't be enough for me."
Jiang Chen crossed his arms and looked at him, neither blaming him nor saying anything. However, He Qianmin lowered his head guiltily for some reason.
In the extended silence, he hummed softly: "I won't be beaten by anyone again." He didn't know why, but he felt that the person in front of him was not blaming him for fighting, but was feeling sorry for him getting injured.
If the He family saw this, they would definitely be dumbfounded. Young Master He, who usually would argue ten times against his parents and brother, actually gave in in front of someone he just met. After saying the soft words, he looked up and carefully sizing up the man's expression. His aggrieved and uneasy expression was extremely pitiful.
Jiang Chen ignored him and just watched the doctor apply medicine to him.
Although the injuries on He Qianmin's body looked serious, they were actually only superficial injuries. After the doctor disinfected and bandaged the broken areas, he gave him a few instructions and left.
Before leaving, he smiled and said, "If I hadn't heard your conversation, I would have thought you two were brothers."
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Jiang Chen concealed the complexity in his eyes, while He Qianmin pursed his lips.
After a few seconds, Jiang Chen said, "Let's go. I'll take you to the station and you can take the bus back."
He Qianmin stood up obediently and followed him closely. He was so well-behaved that it was hard to tell that he was fighting with his fists in the alley half an hour ago.
Walking out of the alley, Jiang Chen said, "Be smarter next time and don't confront others head-on. I helped you this time, but will you get beaten for nothing next time?"
For the first time, He Qianmin answered quickly and obediently: "I know."
Jiang Chen's expression eased a little, but he felt strange in his heart.
He was not the kind of person who liked to meddle in other people's affairs, but he didn't know if it was because He Qianmin might be his biological brother, so when he faced him, he couldn't help but want to take good care of him and manage him well. He could be seen hanging his head and couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. It was a very strange feeling.
When they were almost at the station, He Qianmin started to dawdle.
Sometimes he said he was thirsty and wanted to drink water, sometimes he said he had a stomachache and needed to stand for a while. No matter what he said, he just refused to walk to the station which was two hundred meters away.
Jiang Chen stopped, feeling somewhat helpless and amused: "What exactly do you want to do?"
The handsome young man lowered his head, said nothing, and looked a little aggrieved.
He said, “I’m hungry.”
Jiang Chen paused and sighed: "I only have ten dollars, so I can only eat at the fast food restaurant on the street."
He Qianmin suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling, he was obviously happy but didn't want others to see it, he said with a tense expression: "That's fine, I don't mind."
"Let's go."
The two found a random seat in the fast food restaurant and sat down.
He Qianmin glanced at the menu and ordered the cheapest rice bowl, a small portion.
Jiang Chen glanced at him and said, "Aren't you hungry?"
After saying that, he turned to look at the boss and said, "The shredded potato rice is replaced with sweet and sour pork ribs. Do you like sweet and sour pork ribs?"
He Qianmin was stunned for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head: "I prefer shredded potatoes."
Jiang Chen didn't look at him and said, "Change it to sweet and sour spare ribs."
The boss left, and He Qianmin pursed his lips and said, "I don't need to eat sweet and sour pork ribs. I'm not a child. Only children like to eat that."
Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows: "I like to eat even though I'm not a child, and why aren't you a child?"
"You are not two years older than me. I am a child, aren't you a child too?"
Jiang Chen laughed out of anger. This kid really had a habit of talking back. He would always argue with you no matter what you said.
The toppings for rice in fast food restaurants are usually already cooked, and the customers just need to put the toppings on when they order, so it is served very quickly and is placed in front of He Qianmin in just a few words.
He pursed his lips. Jiang Chen didn't speak, and he didn't eat either.
Jiang Chen realized that he was really stubborn and sighed in his heart: "Eat."
He Qianmin then picked up the chopsticks and started eating. Perhaps he was really hungry. He ate a piece of pork ribs and a few mouthfuls of rice covered in sweet and sour sauce. Soon, the whole bowl of rice was finished.
Jiang Chen didn't say anything until he finished eating, then asked, "Didn't you eat lunch?"
He Qianmin wiped his mouth and said indifferently: "I forgot."
Jiang Chen frowned: "Can you forget to eat?"
"I was reading in the library and lost track of time."
This answer surprised Jiang Chen a little. He Qianmin lowered his eyes and said calmly: "My results in this monthly exam were too bad. I couldn't concentrate on reading at home, so I came to the library."
Jiang Chen thought for a moment and asked, "Where do you go to school?"
"Chenghua."
Chenghua International School is the only private high school in Yan City that can be ranked among the top 1. Its admission rate to Yan City is not worse than that of the top high schools in Yan City, but most of its students are sent abroad to enter Ivy League schools or the top universities in the world.
In the book, He Qianjian spent his entire life in Chenghua from elementary school to high school.
Jiang Chen thought for a moment and asked, "Which grade are you in?"
"Third grade." He Qianmin looked up at Jiang Chen and asked, "Brother, where do you go to school? What grade? What's your name?"
"I'm in No. 1 Middle School, a sophomore. Just call me Brother Chen."
He Qianmin seemed to be thinking: "First Middle School..."
"Let's go now that we've almost finished eating." Jiang Chen stood up and said, "Go home early and don't let your family worry."
He Qianmin curled his lips and muttered, "They won't worry about me."
Jiang Chen heard it and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing." He Qianmin pursed his lips and stood up as well: "No one is home, no one is here, I don't want to go back."
Jiang Chen frowned. He remembered that it was written in the book that He Changfeng had three children. In addition to He Qianjian, there was a son and a daughter. He Qianmin in front of him should be the younger brother. Logically, he should also have a younger sister. Although it was the weekend, it was not necessary for everyone to be away from home and leave him alone.
He Qianmin explained himself: "My parents and sister went to my grandfather's house. I didn't go because I had to review. They won't be back until they have dinner."
Jiang Chen's frown relaxed, but the doubts in his heart were not completely dissipated. However, he did not ask any more questions, but just said: "Then you continue to study in the library, and go back early after reading. I have something to do in the afternoon and cannot accompany you."
The light in He Qianmin's eyes dimmed little by little, and after a long while he nodded reluctantly.
When we got to the bus stop and the bus was about to arrive, he asked again, "Can I come to No. 1 Middle School to see you later?"
Jiang Chen paused, his eyes flickered slightly, and finally nodded.
He Qianmin then became happy and grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth. It was then that Jiang Chen discovered that when he smiled he had a small dimple on the left side, exactly the same as his.
The bus arrived and the people waiting for it got on one after another.
He Qianmin waved goodbye to him with sparkling eyes: "Brother Chen, goodbye!"
Jiang Chen's eyes fell on his dimples, and after a pause, he said, "Goodbye."
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