The sudden situation and their conversation stunned everyone present.

However, the silver-haired man did not look at them at all, he focused entirely on speaking to Ye Wangxing.

“…Chris really is afraid of dying. My brother didn’t have this many bodyguards back then, did he?”

The silver-haired man spoke with a sunny, cheerful tone, though his words were full of disdain for the red-haired man.

‘Turns out it was smart for him to be afraid,’ the little cousin thought silently, hugging her good fortune.

The silver-haired man’s cheerful expression completely contrasted with his appearance.

His silver hair and blue eyes made him look like a little prince who could only form in a world of ice and snow.

But now he smiled brightly, like a giant Samoyed—a super-sized one, the kind that would be charged as a huge dog for a bath—and his eyes were incredibly clear.

The man was not fat, in fact, he had a great figure. It was unclear what he ate growing up, or maybe he inherited it from his 1.98-meter-tall brother. He appeared well over 1.9 meters tall himself.

Unfortunately, his words were not sunny at all, they were extremely dark.

“…And that Octo guy, Wangxing, now I truly understand why you returned to China.”

The silver-haired man slightly lowered his head, gazing at the handsome young man across from him, and the look of grievance intensified.

Then the silver-haired man said something that made everyone present silently thankful for the country’s policies.

“—Even if your country bans guns, fine, but why are knives regulated too?”

Everyone froze. Zhang Si, who reacted first, immediately took out his phone and pressed 110—but did not dial. He just watched the silver-haired man warily.

Fortunately, even this seemingly lawless silver-haired man could be controlled.

“Alright, Will, I know you feel wronged, but every country has its policies. You have to respect the local laws. I don’t want to bail you out at the station a second time.”

The black-haired, black-eyed handsome young man spoke calmly, though his phrasing carried an inexplicable ruthlessness.

“You know, domestic policies do not consider your nationality or family background—and you’d better be grateful for this country’s laws. Otherwise, over there, you would already have violated the fortress law. I could have shot you dead.”

Zhang Si nodded, then moved his finger away from the call button and silently cleared the 110 screen, returning to the main interface.

—It seemed their employer did not need the police after all.

The silver-haired man spoke with a hint of regret.

“Fine, dear Wangxing, I will follow the law here—but why are you at Chris’s house?”

“That has to do with your brother. When you return to China, the butler will explain everything to you.”

The handsome young man spoke calmly, with a hint of coaxing in his tone.

“I suppose you want to know what happened last night that made me accept the gift Chris sent me.”

The silver-haired man and the handsome young man exchanged a long look. Then the silver-haired man finally relaxed his smile and spoke normally.

“Fine, dear Wangxing, you convinced me.”

He then hugged the handsome young man.

“I hope your secret doesn’t disappoint me.”

The young man smiled and said: “It absolutely won’t.”

They exchanged brief pleasantries and spoke back and forth for a while.

After Ye Wangxing introduced him, the silver-haired man cheerfully left gifts for the little cousin and Song Yun. Then he gathered his assistant team, whose whereabouts had been unknown, packed up, and left the villa.

Once the silver-haired man’s convoy left their sight, the handsome young man finally exhaled.

Song Yun finally dared to ask who the man had been.

For the first time, the handsome young man’s normally calm face showed some fatigue. His pale complexion and tired eyes made him look like a fragile work of art.

This expression made Song Yun breathe easier, fearing that the silver-haired man might have been a serious threat.

“…That’s my husband’s younger brother.”

Ye Wangxing rubbed his brow, speaking with a hint of exhaustion.

Song Yun immediately relaxed—so he was just the younger brother-in-law. That made things manageable.

Song Yi was thinking this when he heard Ye Wangxing take a deep breath and speak in an almost emotionless tone: “…He is now trying to pursue me by eliminating all competitors.”

Song Yun returned home in a daze. Meanwhile, Shi Xuanzhu discussed with the variety show director about his participation in the upcoming show.

The show involved couples observing young single men and women in a viewing room, so Song Yun’s role was important in the script planning.

When Shi Xuanzhu saw Song Yun return, he initially showed delight and wanted to discuss the show with him. But seeing Song Yun’s unpleasant expression, Shi Xuanzhu simply finalized the schedule with the director and hung up the phone.

“What happened? What’s going on? Weren’t you staying at that flat on the Second Ring Road last night? Normally, you should have slept pretty well, right?”

Shi Xuanzhu asked with concern.

Song Yun looked at the worried man in front of him, and the tension in his chest finally seemed to find support. He immediately relaxed and then fell onto Shi Xuanzhu, letting out a sigh.

Song Yun did not notice that Shi Xuanzhu had frowned slightly as he fell against him. He only felt Shi Xuanzhu gently help him sit on the sofa. Then he leaned on Shi Xuanzhu’s shoulder and whispered: “…Sleeping in a flat doesn’t mean you can sleep well.”

Song Yun recounted everything that had happened last night and this morning to Shi Xuanzhu.

At first, Shi Xuanzhu listened quietly with a smile, but as Song Yun continued, his expression gradually twisted.

In truth, Shi Xuanzhu had felt quite impatient while hearing about Song Yun’s experiences the previous day. After all, the person he had chosen as the matriarch completely ignored his family and chose to help his younger brother.

Had his parents all died? Did they really need their already-married son to go back to his maternal home to help?

So when Song Yun returned today looking dazed and collapsed onto him, Shi Xuanzhu felt a mixture of impatience and secret satisfaction.

Indeed, historically, people who returned to their maternal home after marriage rarely fared well, regardless of gender.

—Then he heard all these completely unreasonable things.

“…Right now, Wangxing is staying in a hotel suite. He can’t go back to the flat, nor can he stay at the villa. Don’t let someone else appear there. Now it’s just a matter of whether his husband will return tonight.”

Song Yun sighed.

Shi Xuanzhu stared at the ceiling, feeling as if he were reading an incomprehensible book. He had completely lost his ability to think.

Last night, his brother-in-law had been almost strangled by his deceased husband, with video evidence to prove it. This morning, he had tried to move into another house, only to encounter his younger brother-in-law?

And Ye Wangxing’s younger brother-in-law was still pursuing him, even almost killing that Mr. Aldrin?

Against the backdrop of these two explosive pieces of news, Ye Wangxing’s wealth no longer seemed remarkable.

Shi Xuanzhu tilted his head back, stared at the ceiling for a long while, and finally began to piece together the chaotic relationships.

‘—If this were in a stricter family, the patriarch would have already enforced family law! They wouldn’t have dared to act so recklessly!’

Shi Xuanzhu thought sincerely.

It didn’t even need to be as strict as the Shi family!

‘Truly, foreigners don’t understand etiquette.’ Shi Xuanzhu thought, though he still looked at Song Yun gently.

“…Xuanzhu, I’m really worried. What should I do? Wangxing doesn’t tell me anything.”

Song Yun was genuinely anxious. He knew Ye Wangxing had experienced unimaginable hardships abroad over the past few years, but he hadn’t realized just how unimaginable they were.

Still, as the older brother, he wanted to help shoulder some of his younger brother’s burdens.

So he instinctively sought help from Shi Xuanzhu, but…

Shi Xuanzhu remained silent for a moment before speaking to Song Yun.

“Song Yun, perhaps your brother should handle his own affairs.”

Shi Xuanzhu looked at Song Yun’s shocked expression and explained with concern.

“After all, you’re just his brother, not his parents. If Ye Wangxing truly wanted help, he should have sought your parents, not made you his brother worry.”

At first, Shi Xuanzhu’s words sounded reasonable, like common advice found online, but Song Yun was not swayed. He said incredulously,

“Xuanzhu, what are you saying? Don’t you know what my parents are like? They treat you, their son-in-law, well, but for their two sons, they only care about appearances! They wouldn’t help Wangxing, they would just ridicule him!”

Seeing Shi Xuanzhu’s serious face, Song Yun felt that strange sense from the day before wash over him again.

He instinctively straightened up, no longer leaning on Shi Xuanzhu.

Shi Xuanzhu saw Song Yun’s expression and immediately understood that Song Yun bore no resentment toward Ye Wangxing for the earlier events. On the contrary, he still worried about his brother.

So Shi Xuanzhu adjusted his words and spoke with concern: “Song Yun, I know you care about your brother. After all, he wandered abroad for five years and suffered a lot. But this matter is ultimately his own. What if he doesn’t want your help? Moreover…”

Shi Xuanzhu held Song Yun’s hand, speaking earnestly: “I’m only worried about you. You can scold me, hit me, or call me cold-blooded, but I have to say it—I’m worried about you.”

His eyes looked straight at Song Yun, full of deep emotion and seriousness.

“I’m worried that your goodwill will be wasted on your brother, and I’m worried that you’ll be hurt. After all, you’re my partner. You’re the one who will walk the rest of your life with me.”

“…”

Hearing Shi Xuanzhu’s words and looking into his earnest eyes, Song Yun did not utter anything harsh. He sighed and said: “I know, Xuanzhu. I know you worry about me. But Wangxing isn’t someone who acts without reason. Besides me, there’s really no one else in the country who can sincerely help him.”

Song Yun paused here, with an embarrassed look on her face.

“And… maybe I can use Wangxing’s connections to secure some international opportunities for you?”

Shi Xuanzhu recalled Ye Wangxing’s long list of complicated relationships that were likely to involve criminal law: …

——Is this opportunity safe?

 

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