Transmigrated as the Destined Villain, My Senior Brothers Are Chasing After My Love Chapter 75

Chapter 75: I am the Big Brother, You are the Little Brother

“Low skill but high addiction”—this phrase described people like Lin Qingyue perfectly.

Clearly, he had the tolerance to collapse after one cup, yet he started by pouring a large bowl.

Ye Jingxian watched his heroic movements and asked a soul-searching question: “Can you finish that?”

Lin Qingyue: ???

Putting the wine jar down, Lin Qingyue said, “Eldest Senior Brother, drinking is about elegance and enjoyment.”

Whether I finish it or not isn’t the point.

“The point is, Junior Brother is treating you to a drink.”

Ye Jingxian lifted the bowl and took a sip. It was good wine. The taste was sweet and mellow, with a lingering aftertaste, and his mouth was filled with rich spiritual energy.

“When did Little Junior Brother get such good wine?”

Speaking of this, Lin Qingyue had a story.

“Eldest Senior Brother, I got this wine from Junior Sister Yu.”

The Wanjian Sect’s great filial daughter, Yu Qianqian, in order to learn the gossip she wanted to know, didn’t hesitate to bring out the spiritual wine her father treasured. And so, Lin Qingyue got it for cheap.

“Martial Uncle Jiang loves wine. This wine is indeed delicious.”

“Is that so?” Lin Qingyue lifted his bowl and took a small sip. He couldn’t taste much, just feeling it was both spicy and sweet. Really strange. After the spiciness, it’s actually sweet.

“En, sweet.”

The more he drank, the more flavorful he found it. He took several sips in a row. “Eldest Senior Brother, so wine is this delicious.”

Before Ye Jingxian could even stop him, Lin Qingyue had already drunk more than half the bowl.

“Little Junior Brother.”

Lin Qingyue raised a hand to stop him, turning his body to hug his bowl tightly. “I can finish it. What’s this little bit of wine?”

In just this short amount of time, the flush had already reached his face. Ye Jingxian hadn’t expected the speed to be so fast.

“Little Junior Brother.”

“Who are you? Why are you calling me Junior Brother?”

Lin Qingyue’s small face was red, his eyes glazed over. The corners of his eyes drooped, moist with unshed tears. He asked in a reproachful tone, “Brother, you said it before—I could do whatever I wanted in the future. You went back on your word; you lied to me.”

This single “Brother” stirred up ripples in Ye Jingxian. His voice became husky and low. Lowering his eyes to look at him, he said softly, “Little Junior Brother, you are drunk.”

“I’m not drunk, and I’m not sick either. I don’t want you all to manage me!” Lin Qingyue pushed him away. “I don’t need it, I never needed it. Go manage other people.”

His voice grew smaller and smaller, intermittent. He hugged the bowl to death, refusing to let go, and wouldn’t let Ye Jingxian touch him.

“Little Junior Brother, the bowl is empty. Give it to me. It’s hard to talk while holding it.”

Lin Qingyue’s hand gripping the bowl paused. What does the bowl have to do with talking?

“If the bowl is empty, more wine needs to be poured. Are you not drinking anymore?”

“I want to drink.” Lin Qingyue held out the bowl. “Fill it up.”

“There is no more wine. Drink next time.” Ye Jingxian put the bowl away and also put away the wine jar.

“I don’t want you to manage me.”

Lin Qingyue frowned, his flushed little face full of unhappiness. Ye Jingxian raised an eyebrow slightly, directly grabbed his hand, and wiped it clean for him. His tone allowed no refusal as he said:

“I am your Eldest Senior Brother; I have the right to manage you. Now, be good and go to sleep.”

As if remembering something, Lin Qingyue’s eyes widened into circles, glaring angrily. “You are biased!”

Ye Jingxian: ???

Lin Qingyue accused, “You help others but don’t help me.”

Ye Jingxian was amused. “Little Junior Brother, one must speak with a conscience. When have I ever helped others and not helped you?”

“You all help others; it’s all the same. I’m the only one alone. Biased hearts.” Lin Qingyue pushed him. “Go away. I won’t talk to people with biased hearts like you.”

“Little Junior Brother, how are they biased?” Ye Jingxian asked him. But after finishing his drink, Lin Qingyue was only concerned with being sad and didn’t answer.

Although he didn’t say it, combining it with previous events, Ye Jingxian seemed to have his own answer.

“Little Junior Brother, let’s go sleep. Just sleep and it will be fine.”

Ye Jingxian held him, wanting to put him on the bed. Lin Qingyue refused. He simply wouldn’t, starting to talk to him instead.

“I want to chat. Come, if we are brothers, down this cup.”

Lin Qingyue held his empty bowl and wanted to toast Ye Jingxian. Helpless, Ye Jingxian could only lift his empty bowl and clink it with his.

“After downing this bowl of wine, we are good brothers with a life-and-death bond.” Lin Qingyue patted his chest, then continued, “From now on, I am the Big Brother, and you are the Little Brother.”

He insisted on dragging Ye Jingxian into an “Oath of the Peach Garden.” He raised the bowl high, but suddenly couldn’t remember the words, freezing there for a good while.

Ye Jingxian: “…”

Why am I taking a drunk person seriously and fooling around with him here?

Ye Jingxian sighed slightly, grabbed the person, and forcibly placed him on the bed. “Sleep.”

“But I’m not sleepy.” Lin Qingyue looked at him pitifully, staring with innocent, wide eyes. “Not sleepy. The wine isn’t finished.”

“The wine is already finished. Sleep.”

Ye Jingxian looked at him with dark eyes. If he doesn’t sleep soon, I’m going to take action.

Even drunk, Lin Qingyue sensed something was wrong. He blinked and blinked. “Brother, I’ll sleep.”

A sudden “Brother” made Ye Jingxian freeze directly. He quickly pulled the quilt over and covered him. “Sleep.”

Lin Qingyue was wrapped up twice, like a sticky rice dumpling, unable to move. His brain, already crashing, was even more confused. He said innocently, “Can’t sleep like this. Stuffy.”

Ye Jingxian looked down and silently loosened the quilt a bit.

After a long silence, he finally said, “Little Junior Brother, I will play the flute for you. You sleep obediently, okay?”

Lin Qingyue nodded obediently. “Ang!”

The corners of Ye Jingxian’s mouth hooked up. He whispered, “So good.”

Lin Qingyue opened his curious big eyes, watching as Ye Jingxian somehow produced a jade flute and began to play.

The melody was pleasant, the sound melodious and moving. For no reason, it made one calm down. A stirring drowsiness attacked. Lin Qingyue couldn’t keep his eyelids open; his eyelashes trembled slightly, and in just a moment, he really fell asleep.

Seeing this, Ye Jingxian stopped the flute music. But Lin Qingyue’s brow immediately furrowed. As long as he stopped, he would frown. Helpless, he could only continue.

The sky grew dark; unknown when the night had fully set in. In the night at Guicang Peak, the sound of a pleasant flute could be heard from time to time.

The next day, when Lin Qingyue opened his eyes, he was completely disoriented.

He didn’t know if it was his hallucination, but he seemed to have heard a concert last night, and it was quite nice.

Suddenly realizing that neither the bed nor the quilt was his own, Lin Qingyue’s gaze swept around. Isn’t this Eldest Senior Brother’s room?

In the next second, memories returned, and Lin Qingyue froze completely. He felt inexplicably angry in his heart—he had actually made a complete fool of himself in front of Ye Jingxian.

Bang bang—he punched the quilt on the bed and buried his head in it. “Ah!!!”

When Ye Jingxian entered, what he saw was Lin Qingyue burying his head in the quilt and wailing. He hurriedly put down the soup in his hand and strode forward. “Little Junior Brother, what’s wrong?”

Lin Qingyue suddenly looked up, his cheeks still a bit red. Seeing the person arrive, the words “Eldest Senior Brother” felt a bit scalding to say. Then, he figured it out.

It’s not the first time I’ve embarrassed myself. Let it be.

Having thought it through, Lin Qingyue completely gave up (bai lan), simply collapsing on the bed and letting out a long sigh.

“Ai—!”

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