CH 60

Of course, in the end, Si Chu reluctantly accepted that piece of chocolate— shoved forcefully into his mouth by Si Di, as if he was poisoning him.

Si Di, quite satisfied, tucked away the remaining half into his pocket and comfortingly patted Si Chu’s shoulder. According to how ‘Xiao Zhenyun’ enjoyed it in the original text, the so-called half piece of chocolate left by Si Chu should have been bitten off with his mouth. However, in the current situation, firstly, Xiao Zhenyun didn’t want to eat it, and secondly, Si Di didn’t want to see Xiao Zhenyun eat it either. So, they reached a consensus, finding a loophole. As long as Si Chu ate half and left half, it counted as him having leftovers.

Although this approach diminished the perverted atmosphere that was building up, who cares? 

As long as the plot completion meets the standard, it’s good enough. Xiao Nian, on the side, pretended to be an old monk deep in meditation, turning a blind eye to their harmless antics.

“Ugh, it’s so bitter,” Si Chu frowned, sipping his juice. “Bro, did you purposely sabotage me when you heard I wanted to show my little uncle some photos?”

“Why would I?” Si Di turned to their mother. “Mom, why not bring out Si Chu’s childhood photos too?”

“Sure.” Their mother cheerfully got up and headed to Si Chu’s room, with Xiao Zhenyun and Si Di following closely. Along the way, their eyes met, sharing a knowing smile. Xiao Jingfeng, lifting an eyebrow, caught this detail. He immediately nudged Si Qiaorong, “Look at these two, so lovey-dovey? All those meaningful glances…”

“Why do I sense a conspiratorial vibe between them?” Si Qiaorong unintentionally spilled the truth.

Si’s mother quickly found  the photo album. Meanwhile, Si Di left the remaining half of the chocolate on the room’s desk, using the excuse of helping his mother to leave first. Before leaving, he even glanced back at Xiao Zhenyun, mouthing, “I’ll go call Xiao Fei.”

Truly an enthusiastic little wolf, Xiao Zhenyun thought, sitting in his wheelchair. Unlike him, who had adopted an attitude of idly waiting for death from start to finish.

He slowly picked up the chocolate on the table, pressed it against his lips, and, hearing footsteps, slipped it into his mouth. As Ye Feiran appeared at the door, Xiao Zhenyun held the chocolate in his mouth, revealing a face of enjoyment… and suffering.

Ye Feiran stood silently outside the door for a moment, hesitated for several seconds, then couldn’t help but advise, “Uh, this chocolate is really bitter, little uncle. Shouldn’t you just spit it out?”

“… ” Xiao Zhenyun felt like his throat was blocked by sticky lotus paste, spreading across his tongue. He tried to maintain his composure amid this relentless bitterness, but his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes couldn’t help but tremble, exposing the pain within.

“Si Chu, bring some preserves or juice!” Ye Feiran shouted from outside as he approached, pushing Xiao Zhenyun’s wheelchair.

“No need,” Xiao Zhenyun immediately stopped him. “It’s quite delicious… I quite like it.” Uttering these insincere words, he then held a grudge and asked, “Where did this chocolate come from?”

“Isn’t it the one you sent?” Ye Feiran replied. “Strictly speaking, you wanted to give it to Brother Di, then sent it to Xiao Chu for delivery. But Brother Di said there’s no need to deliver the chocolate; let everyone share and eat it. That’s why it ended up in the snack tray in the living room.”

Completely forgetting what miscellaneous items he had bought over the past month, Xiao Zhenyun responded with a blank expression, “…”

Back in the living room, everyone began preparing for the meal. Xiao Zhenyun, before leaving his seat, downed the entire cup of tea on the coffee table in one go, finally suppressing the bitterness in his mouth.

Xiao Nian gave him a questioning look, and Xiao Zhenyun nodded without a hint of guilt. Seeing off the satisfied administrator, he wondered where he found the confidence to say OK.

At the dining table, the atmosphere was naturally joyful. Si Qiaorong was too lazy to put on airs, and after a couple of drinks with Xiao Jingfeng, his complexion softened. With sincere concern, he advised Xiao Zhenyun and Si Di, “You two… are still too impulsive. But I also understand… many special forces unions are born out of a momentary impulse. Thinking too much about this being a lifelong matter, hesitating, will lead to no progress.”

“Moreover, you two are a perfect match with a 97% compatibility. Dad, no, brother, no…” Si Qiaorong began to struggle when it came to addressing the age difference, “Oh well, forget it. Anyway, I support you. Since you skipped the engagement and went straight to union, you must make up for it soon, and it should be grand, exceptionally grand.”

“No need, cousin. Just inform a few acquaintances,” Xiao Zhenyun said.

“You’re overthinking it. With your rare 97% compatibility, as soon as it’s registered within the guild, the media outside will know like bees catching a whiff of honey. Get ready to hit the news headlines.” Xiao Jingfeng also supported going big, after all, he wasn’t the one responsible. “Do you think you can keep it low-key? Might as well have a grand union ceremony, let the media get their fill, or you’ll be bothered by it.”

“When the time comes, little uncle, your recovery of spiritual energy will definitely be spun as the power of love,” Si Chu said with a cheeky smile.

Ye Feiran remained silent as if contemplating something. Suddenly, he tugged at Si Chu’s sleeve, leaned in, and whispered a couple of sentences into his ear. This surprised Si Chu, who turned to look at him. Seeing Ye Feiran nodding firmly, Si Chu’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and he leaned in to whisper back.

“What are they talking about?” Si Qiaorong murmured.

Apart from Si Chu, there were only two sentinels at the table. Xiao Jiali had a sensory suppressor, leaving only Si Di able to hear the hushed conversation.

Unable to resist, Si Qiaorong glanced at his eldest son. He saw Si Di smirking and saying, “Good news. They’ll tell you once they’re done discussing.”

This remark also piqued Xiao Zhenyun’s curiosity. “Will they tell me too?”

“Probably…?” Si Di also leaned in to whisper to Xiao Zhenyun’s ear, “Great news. You’ll be thrilled when you hear it.”

What could be so thrilling and related to Si Chu and Ye Feiran that would make him overjoyed? Xiao Zhenyun was puzzled. Did the male lead in the novel change? Did it completely become Xiao Jiali?

With the younger brother whispering on the left and the older brother on the right, their father decided to join the whispering party with his wife, angrily scolding his eldest son. Xiao Jiali also leaned in next to Xiao Nian’s ear and said, “Nian Nian, what do you want to eat? I’ll serve you.”

“…I can serve myself.”

“But you’re too short, it seems like you can’t reach the dishes in the second row.”

Xiao Nian: “…”

The lone wolf, Xiao Jingfeng, raised his head in confusion and decided to join the Xiao family, picking up a piece of ribs for Xiao Jiali and Xiao Nian, trying to maintain the image of a kind uncle. “Good kids, eat more, grow taller.”

“…”

Before long, to everyone’s eager anticipation, Si Chu and Ye Feiran finally concluded their discussion. Both of them had excited and nervous expressions, locking eyes as they stood up, their hands tightly clasped together.

Si Chu was the first to speak, “Mom, Dad, Feiran and I have grown up together from childhood…” Skipping over the three-hundred-word process of getting to know and love each other here, “A few months ago, we held an engagement ceremony…” Again skipping over three hundred words describing the time the two spent together after the engagement, “Since little uncle and brother are soon to have a union ceremony, why not just hold a joint union ceremony together.”

“Are you suggesting that you and Xiao Fei have your union ceremony on the same day?” Mother Si beamed with joy, “Great, great! The two brothers getting married on the same day, double happiness.”

Si Qiaorong had long considered Ye Feiran as part of the family. Even though he initially thought Ye Feiran liked Si Di, he later found out that he had feelings for his youngest son. Nevertheless, he was still their daughter-in-law. So, whether he entered the family a day earlier or later, he had no objections. Let the children decide for themselves.

“I agree too,” Si Di gave his opinion, holding Xiao Zhenyun’s hand and conveying joy with a subtle shake.

In the original work, Xiao Zhenyun’s exit scene was at Si Chu’s union ceremony. Now, with the union happening four months earlier, Xiao Zhenyun could break free from the constraints of the plotline ahead of time and start a carefree life.

Considering the fact that Xiao Nian’s plot tasks, which have already happened, can be made up for in the future, as long as other plot points are fulfilled, time becomes a variable that could be changed. So, Si Di believed that holding the union ceremony for the male leads earlier was entirely feasible.

After reading Xiao Zhenyun’s memories last night, he had wondered why the protagonist in the entire world of the original novel turned out to be his silly younger brother. Was this a good or bad thing for Si Chu?

At the time, Xiao Zhenyun’s response was, “It’s a good thing. I think… like the immortality halo that every protagonist must have. Si Chu was hit in the left chest by a low-pitched bullet and was fine because his heart is on the right side… It doesn’t seem strange that the protagonist’s heart is slightly off, and eight out of ten are left-handed.”

Si Di had read fewer novels and couldn’t empathize with Xiao Zhenyun. He only understood the basic meaning, that Si Chu couldn’t die no matter what happened.

That might indeed be a good thing… he thought.

After Si Di said he agreed, a spiritual link suddenly appeared in his spiritual domain. Unless it was an emergency, Xiao Zhenyun always sought his opinion before establishing a connection. Si Di realized that Xiao Zhenyun had something very private to discuss, judging by the cautious manner – undoubtedly related to the script.

Sure enough, after the spiritual link was established, Xiao Zhenyun’s first words were, “No, it can’t be done, I’m not ready yet.”

Si Di: What do you need to prepare?

Xiao Zhenyun’s thoughts were scrambled, and Si Di accepted it suspiciously, shifting his gaze to Xiao Nian midway. The administrator’s expression was as dark and colorful as the sweet and sour spare ribs in his bowl.

Si Di: …something doesn’t seem right…

After a while, Xiao Zhenyun seemed to have finally sorted out his thoughts and sighed inwardly.

Xiao Zhenyun: Can you guarantee that no matter what you hear next, you won’t change your expression?

Si Di: …I can.

Xiao Zhenyun: Secure the chair, if you can’t help it, hold my hand… Forget it, I’m afraid you’ll crush it, if you can’t help it, pinch your own thigh.

Si Di: Hurry up, I’ve undergone special training; my face is made of steel.

Xiao Zhenyun: At Si Chu’s union ceremony, I’ll bribe a waiter to drug him, make him faint, and then take him away from the banquet. I’ll confine him in the basement, yes, that room with all his photos. After half a month, when the situation is exposed, I’ll escape with him in a high-speed chase. Finally, I’ll take Si Chu hostage, jump off a cliff, and attempt suicide. He’ll be rescued, and my life and death will be unknown.

Si Di: …

This time, Si Di’s thoughts were filled with garbled codes.

Becoming the protagonist of a novel is definitely a bad thing, a colossal disaster.

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