Chapter 162 Male Illness and Male Household
Zheng Tianhe locked her phone and forced a smile at her "boyfriend" in front of her.
"I'm reading a blogger's rant about a TV series."
"Go to sleep early, you must be tired from work today." He sat down next to her and gently patted her back.
Zheng Tianhe sensed an ambiguous meaning in the text, and her back stiffened.
"I'm going to take a shower first." She turned away from the hand that reached out to her.
He didn't suspect anything, after all, he didn't know Zheng Tianhe at all.
Zheng Tianhe secretly called the police from the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang abruptly in the middle of the night.
"Zhuang Wenlin" in the living room suddenly stood up and knocked over the water glass on the coffee table.
He was hesitating whether to open the door when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Zheng Tianhe rushed out fully dressed, her hair not wet at all.
"Xiaohe, you..." Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Tianhe had already rushed to the door and opened it.
Behind the two police officers was a young officer holding a mobile phone, on which was Lu Yao's live broadcast room.
"Officer!" Zheng Tianhe immediately hid behind the police officer, her voice finally calming down. "This man is impersonating my boyfriend! The real Zhuang Wenlin is currently missing, and he's highly suspicious!"
The police officer nodded approvingly: "You called the police very promptly, young lady! I was watching Master Qiannian's live stream when you suddenly hung up, and I was worried. Then I received your call to the police right away. Not bad, not bad."
Zhuang Wenlin's expression suddenly changed drastically.
"I am Zhuang Wenlin!" He was still struggling, but his voice was already weak.
"Don't give me that. The Thousand-Year Master can't be wrong. If I say you're not him, then you're not him. You're Zhuang Wenlin's twin brother! Tell me, what did you do to your brother Zhuang Wenlin?"
His face twitched a few times when his identity was accurately revealed.
"How could I possibly kill my brother... It's not what you think!"
The police stepped forward and restrained him, scoffing, "No matter what happened, you have to come with us."
When the police showed him the handcuffs, he suddenly glared fiercely at Zheng Tianhe: "It's all your fault that we brothers turned against each other!"
Zheng Tianhe was startled by his gaze and took a step back.
"baffling……"
...
The night I got home.
Zhuang Wenlin pushed his phone screen towards Zhuang Wensen, a smile he couldn't hide on his face: "Here, this is Xiao He."
The girl in the photo is standing in front of the university gate. She is wearing a floral dress, her skin is so fair it's almost translucent, her almond-shaped eyes are curved into crescents, and her dimples are faintly visible on her cheeks.
She linked arms with Zhuang Wenlin, and the two looked so perfectly matched it was almost blinding.
Zhuang Wensen felt a tightness in his throat.
He had never seen a girl like this in the village. The girls in the neighboring village were either dark-skinned or extremely thin, and the prettiest ones were merely those with regular features.
“So beautiful…” Zhuang Wensen heard his own voice was terribly dry, “The bride price must be very high, right? Our family can’t afford it.”
Zhuang Wenlin chuckled softly, a laugh that pierced Zhuang Wensen's eardrums like needles.
"No, that's not true. Xiaohe doesn't want a bride price. We're college classmates, and our feelings for each other are more important than anything else."
No bride price? Zhuang Wensen and his parents sitting to the side widened their eyes at the same time.
"No bride price?" Zhuang's father repeated, as if he had heard a fairy tale.
“Absolutely.” Zhuang Wenlin’s smile widened as he swiped his phone screen to show more photos. “Xiaohe is a modern, independent woman who doesn’t care about such outdated things.”
Zhuang Wensen recalled the blind date his parents took him to last week.
The daughter of Old Li from the next village is barely up to his shoulder in height, with tanned skin. She asks for a dowry of 200,000 yuan, not including the cost of the three gold items and the banquet.
He thought it was quite reasonable at the time, since that was the price in the village.
Zhuang Wenlin pulled out another photo: "This is the house that Xiaohe and I liked. Although it's a bit small, only about 50 square meters, it has everything we need and is suitable for a family of three."
Zhuang Wensen leaned closer to the screen.
The photo shows a bright model room with white walls and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the city at night, with its lights shining brightly.
"How much does this house cost? I heard houses in the city are really expensive."
Zhuang Wensen asked, trying to make his voice sound like curiosity rather than jealousy.
"It costs 30,000 yuan per square meter," Zhuang Wenlin said casually.
Zhuang Wensen's mind went blank.
He calculated for a long time, then slowly said, "Wouldn't that be 1.5 million? Do you have that much money?"
“This is our first home, and we can take out a loan to pay off 80% of it gradually,” Zhuang Wenlin explained. “I saved 150,000 yuan from three years of work for the down payment, and Xiaohe’s family also contributed 150,000 yuan. It’s about gender equality.”
The Zhuang parents were once again so shocked that they were speechless.
Mrs. Zhuang pinched her thigh to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
"Such a good thing?" Zhuang's father murmured.
“Yes, but…” Zhuang Wenlin suddenly lowered his voice, “I told Xiaohe that I am an only child, and I hope you don’t mind. She likes families with simple backgrounds, so I have to appease her for now. I will be honest with her after we get married.”
Zhuang Wensen chuckled dryly, feeling something burning in his chest: "You're really smart."
That night, Zhuang Wensen tossed and turned on his hard bed.
The sound of Zhuang Wenlin's even breathing came from the next bed, but it sounded so jarring at that moment.
He recalled the photos Zhuang Wenlin had shown him: Zheng Tianhe's bright smile, the bright apartment, and Zhuang Wenlin standing in front of the office building in a suit and tie.
He should have had a share in all of this.
They were born together, so why should Zhuang Wenlin get to live that kind of life?
Zhuang Wensen rolled out of bed and walked barefoot to the dressing mirror.
In the moonlight, the face in the mirror was exactly the same as Zhuang Wenlin's, with the same eyebrows and the same features. He reached out and touched his cheek, and the texture was exactly the same.
We share the same genes, so why is fate so unfair?
A crazy idea took shape in his mind.
Early in the morning, Mrs. Zhuang got up and cooked a pot of millet porridge.
Zhuang Wensen offered to help serve the porridge, and when his parents weren't looking, he poured a packet of white powder into one of the bowls.
His hands were steady, but his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.
"Brother, dinner's ready." He woke Zhuang Wenlin, his voice unusually calm.
Zhuang Wenlin rubbed his eyes, sat up, took the bowl, and drank the spiked millet porridge without any suspicion.
In less than ten minutes, his eyelids began to droop, and he looked at Zhuang Wensen in confusion: "Why am I suddenly so sleepy..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhuang Wenlin collapsed onto the bed and fell into a coma.
Zhuang Wensen waited calmly for a moment, and after confirming that his brother was indeed unconscious, he tied him up tightly with the hemp rope he had prepared, and then dragged him into the cellar in the backyard.
The cellar was cold and damp, smelling musty and reeking of last year's rotten tofu.
When Zhuang Wenlin woke up, he found himself tied to a pillar in the cellar with a rag stuffed in his mouth.
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