Chapter 46: What Kind Is Big Brother Interested In?
Seeing Jiang Qing’s firm attitude, Su Lin’s eyes suddenly drooped, and his lips pulled into a pout.
“I just missed Gege… I haven’t seen you in so long. Don’t be mean to me, Gege…”
Jiang Qing looked at Su Lin’s sudden change in expression—the drooping eyes and the aggrieved pout. He reached out, his fingertips gently lifting Su Lin’s chin.
“You missed me? So you thought you’d use this… childish act of acting spoiled?”
“Su Lin,”
“Exactly which play are you trying to perform in front of me?”
Su Lin’s eyelashes trembled. Instead of pulling away, he tilted his head slightly, allowing Jiang Qing’s fingertips to sink deeper into his skin.
“What does Gege think I’m performing?”
Jiang Qing stared at him intently. “I think you’re being exceptionally restless tonight.”
“It’s because Gege never looks at me,” Su Lin said in a low voice. He quietly raised his hand, hovering it near Jiang Qing’s waist without actually touching him. “That’s why I have to find a way… to make Gege look at me more.”
Jiang Qing’s eyes darkened.
“So you decided to play ghost in the middle of the night, crouching by my door? And even learned Jiang Limu’s tricks?”
“Do those tricks work on Gege?” Su Lin looked up at him, the light in his eyes strikingly bright.
Shadows flickered between them under the room lights, and the sound of their breathing was clearly audible.
Jiang Qing stared at him for a few seconds before suddenly releasing his chin and straightening up to put some distance between them.
“They don’t work.” He turned back to his desk and sat down again. “I have no interest in children who play the pity card.”
Su Lin stood there, seemingly savoring the lingering sensation on his chin.
“Then what kind of person is Gege interested in?”
Jiang Qing looked up to meet his gaze.
“Baby, when I was watching Ultraman, you were still a zygote. And now you’re trying to flirt with me?” Jiang Qing scanned him from head to toe, as if searching for the right adjective to describe a zygote.
“Little kid, you should check if your fly is even zipped up first.”
Hearing this, Su Lin looked down in a slight panic.
It was zipped.
“……?”
Jiang Qing finally couldn’t help but let out a low laugh.
“What are you doing?” He tilted his head slightly, his gaze moving from Su Lin’s earlobes—which had turned red from the previous action—to his slightly embarrassed eyes. “I told you to look and you actually looked? You’re quite the obedient one.”
Su Lin: “……”
“Alright, baby. We’ll talk tomorrow. Be good. Gege is a bit tired.”
Su Lin froze in place, the flush on his ears rapidly spreading down his neck. He was caught off guard by Jiang Qing’s sudden teasing. The aggressive intensity he had been building up was like a popped balloon, instantly deflating.
His weakness had been seen through, his dominance had been effortlessly deflected, and now even his flirting had been countered with a “quite the obedient one” label.
Jiang Qing was no longer looking at him. He walked over to the bed, lifted a corner of the duvet, and sat down. He didn’t even bother to give a formal dismissal, simply tilting his chin toward the door.
Su Lin stood in the middle of the room like an actor suddenly left alone on a stage; all his carefully designed scenes had fallen flat.
He gave Jiang Qing a long, complex look, then finally turned toward the door without a word. As his hand touched the doorknob, he paused.
“Goodnight, Gege.”
“Sweet dreams.”
The door was softly closed.
Only when the sound of footsteps in the hallway had completely vanished did Jiang Qing look thoughtfully toward the door.
Suddenly remembering something, he took out his phone.
“Help me look into Su Lin’s…”
On the other side:
Qin Zhiyan was about to say something when he heard the “beep-beep…” sound from the phone.
One second.
Two seconds.
Qin Zhiyan finally couldn’t take it anymore and slammed his phone against the wall with a “Bang!”
Damn it!
Usually, Jiang Qing never looked at his messages, but every time he needed something, he came looking for him. Was he, Qin Zhiyan, some kind of dog that could be summoned and dismissed at will?
The people who liked him could form a line from here to the Jiang residence. He could see people interested in him on the street even with his eyes closed.
Was he really going to be treated like a dog by Jiang Qing for the rest of his life?!?
What did he take him for?!?
He stormed over to the nearly-dead phone and forcefully swiped to unlock it.
Aggressively, he opened WeChat and sent a message to the only pinned contact.
[Ge Is Charming and Rich, No Complaints About Loving Ge]: Okay, darling~ Remember to give me a five-star review.
Retracting the message would be a sign of weakness. Even if he, Qin Zhiyan, was treated like a dog, he would be a dog with a temper!
He ruffled his hair in frustration, just about to find something else to smash to vent his anger, when the phone let out a “ding” and the screen lit up.
It wasn’t a WeChat message, but a text from an unsaved number.
[Unknown Number]: Here is Su Lin’s information. Sent to your email. The encryption level is the usual. Why are you investigating him? This Young Master Su has been making quite a stir lately.
Qin Zhiyan paused. With a cold face, he opened his email, entered a complex password, and downloaded the attachment.
The file was large, filled with text and images, and even included a few blurry surveillance screenshots. As Qin Zhiyan skimmed through it, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Su Lin…
[Ge Is Charming and Rich, No Complaints About Loving Ge]: Found it. It’s quite interesting. Want to meet and talk?
[Plain and Simple is True]: Thanks. See you tomorrow~ I knew you were the best!
Qin Zhiyan looked at the message.
Two seconds later, the noble and peerless Young Master Qin—along with the phone in his hand—practically started smoking from sheer intensity.
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Jiang Qing stood by the roadside, taking a sip of the hot “Snowy Region-Yak Milk Tea” in his hand.
Mmm.
Warm and sweet.
Just then, a flashy red supercar approached with a low roar from the distance, only to slow down steadily as it neared Jiang Qing, gliding to a silent stop beside him.
The window rolled down, revealing a man with a face striking enough to make passersby turn their heads. His arm was draped casually over the window sill, and a smile naturally curled onto his lips when his gaze landed on Jiang Qing.
“Get in.”
Almost simultaneously, the supercar’s trunk automatically hissed open—
A trunk full of red roses unexpectedly burst into view. On the slightly chilly morning street, the intense, almost arrogant red color and the rich fragrance exploded instantly.
And that wasn’t all.
The passenger window also rolled down completely. On the seat wasn’t a cushion, but a massive bouquet of vivid champagne roses. The rear windows followed suit.
In an instant, the entire car looked like a mobile floral exhibition, personifying the words “romance” and “expensive” to the extreme.
This setup didn’t look like he was picking someone up; it looked like a marriage proposal—the kind of high-profile, ridiculous proposal that made sure everyone knew.
The surrounding early-morning commuters and people walking their dogs all stopped in their tracks, casting surprised, envious, or gossipy glances. A few young girls even covered their mouths and whispered in excitement, pulling out their phones to take photos.
“Wow! Who is that? A proposal? That’s too much!”
“That guy is so handsome! The car is cool too! And the flowers… Oh my god!”
“The one getting picked up is so good-looking too! Is this some kind of idol drama scene?!”
Holding his milk tea amidst the sea of whispers, Jiang Qing took another sip without changing his expression.
He looked at Qin Zhiyan, who had a “I’m just high-profile” look on his face in the driver’s seat.
“Young Master Qin, this setup,” he paused, “are you planning to move the Civil Affairs Bureau over here and perform ‘The Groom Isn’t Me’ for me on the spot?”
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