He paused, his words hanging in the air.
Reaching out, his fingers went to pinch Chi Xian’s neck. “But just because my junior sister is capable, it doesn’t mean you can sneak her away behind my back late at night to the computer room for a date!”
Chi Xian dodged to the side.
His long, straight legs, clad in loose pajama pants, pushed off the floor.
His rear end was still on the stool.
Yet his body had already slid back several steps, following the stool’s movement.
Chi Xian curved his lips, maintaining a soft, compliant demeanor. “I’d love to go on a proper date with Zheng Bao, but alas, Zheng Bao is a strong woman, her heart solely set on her career.”
He raised his hand to catch Mo Yunheng’s incoming kick. “You’re mistaken! I’m truly just a tool boyfriend, staying up late with Zheng Bao.”
Though he spoke of wishes,
his deliberately emphasized words were clearly “boyfriend.”
Mo Yunheng: “……”
Damn it!
This scoundrel.
So manipulative and disgusting!
Only his junior sister, fooled by his looks, wouldn’t see his insincerity!
“Third Senior Brother!”
Ming Zheng, seeing both of them about to unleash their skills in the computer room,
quickly shouted to stop them. “If you want to fight, go outside! Don’t disturb me in here!”
Chi Xian quickly shuffled his hips, sliding next to Ming Zheng. “Zheng Bao, I’m the most well-behaved. I haven’t disturbed you at all, from beginning to end.”
After saying this, he pointedly glanced at Mo Yunheng with his eyes.
Mo Yunheng: “……” Was he being targeted? Was he really being targeted?
Son of a bitch.
His fists were itching again!
Chi Xian continued to cling to Ming Zheng, still glancing at Mo Yunheng. “Zheng Bao, it’s because someone disturbed you, and even caused you to be exposed in front of that dog-like fifth from the Ming family.”
Chi Xian had truly maxed out his skill for fanning the flames in this harem-like drama.
Mo Yunheng’s fists clenched, making cracking sounds.
He appeared to be enduring, on the verge of losing his temper, ready to erupt and drag Chi Xian into a fight.
Ming Zheng: “……”
She stood up.
With a blank expression, she grabbed Chi Xian by the back of his collar.
And dragged him out.
Chi Xian’s eyes widened, his expression instantly turning as if he were about to cry.
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Mo Yunheng let out a cold snort, his eyes arrogantly challenging him. See? In Junior Sister’s heart, Senior Brother is still the most important…
Before this challenge was even fully conveyed,
Mo Yunheng was also grabbed by the collar.
The two of them were unceremoniously thrown out of the computer room.
With a “bang,” the door closed and locked.
Giving neither of them any chance to enter and disturb her.
Utterly heartless.
Outside the door,
the two men looked at each other.
Then, with “hostile” gazes, they glared at each other.
Angrily turning away at the same time.
Angrily sitting on the sofa at the same time.
In perfect, unspoken accord.
This infuriated the “two little children” once again.
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The computer room became quiet again.
Ming Zheng sat back in her computer chair and looked up at the screen again.
The virtual chat window she had established with Ming Yanlun showed the voice call ending, but the chat window itself was still open.
Ming Yanlun had not sent any new messages.
Presumably…
after hearing what Third Senior Brother had said,
he should have guessed her identity.
Ming Zheng had no intention of specifically hiding her identity.
If she wanted to hide it, she was capable of making sure Ming Yanlun wouldn’t suspect her identity.
But there was no need.
The Ming family wasn’t worth her trouble.
It was fine if he guessed her identity.
It saved her the hassle.
Ming Zheng directly typed a few keys on the keyboard.
She forcefully initiated a video call with Ming Yanlun.
Ming Yanlun’s tear-streaked, anguished face was then exposed on the screen.
At the same time, Ming Yanlun also saw Ming Zheng’s face suddenly appear on his own screen.
The girl was at home.
Wearing simple, casual pajamas.
Her ink-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands lazily framing her cheeks, accentuating her bright, pretty face. Untouched by makeup, she was still incomparably beautiful.
The girl slightly raised her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes tilting upwards, creating a captivating arc.
Upon seeing his tear-streaked face,
a flicker of surprise seemed to cross the girl’s face, but it vanished in an instant, her lips curving into a cold, half-smile.
Ming Yanlun reflexively wanted to cover his face, not wanting Ming Zheng to see him in such a disheveled state.
But after covering it,
he realized.
This was merely a cover-up.
His hand slowly slid down from his face.
His reddened eyes stared intently at the face on the screen.
After a long, long moment.
He finally asked in a hoarse voice, “You… you are Z?”
Ming Zheng raised an eyebrow. “Surprised?”
How could he not be surprised?
Z, whom he had always considered an opponent, against whom he had repeatedly clashed and failed, like an insurmountable mountain, an invincible barrier blocking his path.
Turned out to be so close, yet so far away – his own… younger sister.
His two proudest abilities were utterly dwarfed in front of Ming Zheng…
They were reduced to dust.
He couldn’t beat Ming Zheng in racing.
And now, in hacking skills, Ming Zheng was also superior to him.
This news was more shocking than him knowing Ming Zheng was the master of Zheng language, a medical saint, and the president of the Chinese Medicine Association.
At this moment, he suddenly understood the feelings of Ming Huaizhi and Ming Weizhou when they learned Ming Zheng was the Zheng language master.
This feeling of shame and helplessness almost made his vision go black.
He desperately wanted to faint,
and upon opening his eyes, discover that all of this was just a dream.
But his reason was all too clear.
This was real.
“Why…” His voice grew increasingly hoarse, his gaze towards Ming Zheng even redder.
Ming Zheng: “?”
Ming Yanlun’s breathing hitched. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner that you are Z… Did you know all along that yL was me?”
So, that’s why Z had acted back then, exposing the video of the Yin Yang Mountain race, exposing Ming Zhirou.
So, when he had sought out Ming Zheng to have that video taken down, and Z heard him say that Ming Zhirou in the video was his sister, Z had never replied to him again, even… erasing all traces of him.
Everything…
had a pattern.
“Why should I tell you?” Ming Zheng found it amusing. “Do you think that with all these abilities, if I had told you in advance, it would have been a help to your Ming family? Otherwise, wouldn’t you have gone to such lengths to force me out, to make way for Ming Zhirou?”
She paused, her eyebrows raising. “Oh, no, I should say… If you had known that I could provide so much help to the Ming family, you wouldn’t have let me leave the Ming family so easily back then, would you? You would have squeezed every ounce of my usefulness to help the Ming family soar to the heavens, right?”
The mockery in Ming Zheng’s words made Ming Yanlun feel deeply ashamed and humiliated.
He vehemently denied it. “No… that’s not it! I never intended to use you!”