CH 10.2

Chapter 10.2 - Xingfan

Bai Xinglan was very curious, so he went to the comment area. When he saw that everyone was scolding Xie Yu, he felt relieved.

Hmph, this kind of scum deserves to be scolded!

There were different types of comments there, and some of them caught Bai Xinglan's attention.

"I don't know the truth; don't speak rashly; what if the groom has difficulties?" -The number of likes was 1.

"Love is inherently selfish; a slap can't be slapped; the bride must be at fault for running away from the bridegroom; maybe she used improper means to force the marriage?" -  The number of likes has almost exceeded 10,000.

Bai Xinglan had a good impression of Su Yan, so he decisively replied to the comment: "Ex-girlfriend, please go to the tuba and talk; don't smear the victim with conspiracy theories!" 

After posting, he still blamed Xie Yu and his ex-girlfriend in his heart. What a couple!

Xie Yu is also blind. Sister Yanyan is so good that he doesn't know how to cherish her. His brother's non-feminine ice sculpture monk had learned to laugh in front of Sister Yanyan. Xie Yu, you are really—wait, his brother?

His thoughts suddenly went away half a year ago. At that time, his brother suddenly wanted to live in a remote ancient town that had just been developed and live a secluded life. He escaped from the world for two full months, during which he only went back to Dongfu once because of his grandpa’s birthday, but even so he didn’t stay in Dongfu much, and he returned to the ancient town the next morning after the birthday banquet. It seemed that the ancient town was his power source to recharge his power, as he went there when he was tired.

It was summer vacation. In order to find out what his brother was busy with, Bai Xinglan cruelly gave up the comfortable life in Dongfu and took his suitcase to join his brother. After arriving, he didn't find anything unusual. His brother's life was as boring as ever: sleeping, eating, exercising, working, drinking tea, reading... Even though he was only 26 years old, he felt like he was 62 years old. 

Every time he saw his brother worrying about the group and being so tired that he could only catch up on sleep on the plane, he was grateful to his parents from the bottom of his heart for not making him a big brother, otherwise the pressure of the family would fall on his shoulders. Since childhood, the family has treated his brother and him with completely different attitudes. They treated his brother almost harshly, but never forced him to do what he didn't want to do—they treated him as a son, but treated the eldest brother as an heir.

The son was held in the palm of the hand and loved, while the heir had to be constantly whipped and reminded; otherwise, how could he shoulder the glory and mission of the family?

He had also imagined that if he were his elder brother, living an involuntary life every day, he would collapse to the point of committing suicide within a week.