While Chi Feiran was observing the newcomers, Rong Jin, although he knew that the two of them should be relatives, felt a subtle discomfort in his heart, feeling sour.
Immediately, Rong Jin began to reflect on this kind of thinking. It was wrong. He shouldn’t feel sour just because he saw someone who was more attractive. This habit needed to be changed.
But… he also wanted Feiran to look at him…
Rong Jin’s mind was filled with conflicting emotions, sometimes sour and sometimes sweet; the taste was quite rich.
The group didn’t stay in place for long, and the luxurious dinner was already prepared.
Perhaps because of the presence of the castle’s host, and also because this young tycoon didn’t seem to be the enthusiastic type, although the dishes at the dinner were richer than at noon, the atmosphere at the dining scene was not as relaxed as it was earlier.
Facing the perfectly mannered Chris, the guests couldn’t help but follow suit, speaking in soft voices and abandoning their previous pursuit of entertainment, all opting for an elegant demeanor.
Especially Rong Jin, he acted as if he was participating in an etiquette competition, striving for perfection in every move, almost wanting to hold up a sign in front of Chi Feiran, asking him to look at him.
Regardless of how the guests felt, the production team was quite satisfied with the atmosphere, feeling that the scene was simply too high-end and classy, and they kept filming with the camera mounted on the side.
Chi Feiran didn’t know what Rong Jin was thinking at the moment. He couldn’t enjoy his meal, feeling like he hadn’t eaten anything after the meal ended.
Chris was the first to leave the table. He apologized softly to everyone present, “Sorry, I still have some work to do, so I’ll take my leave first. I hope you all enjoy your meal.”
The guests naturally expressed that it was okay; work was important.
When Chi Feiran saw Chris leave, he didn’t know whether he felt relieved or nervous, but he felt quite complicated.
Caesar, seeing Chris leave, couldn’t help but raise his head and “meow” a couple of times, but Chi Feiran didn’t move, so it just settled back down where it was.
Jiang Haoyun, who had been holding back earlier, became lively now. He said, “Oh, why doesn’t the little kitty follow its owner?”
Chi Feiran also found an excuse and said, “Maybe it’s hungry. I’ll feed it. I’ll go get it some food.”
As soon as he stood up, a cameraman followed him, and after cooperating with the production team, they filmed another round of what it means for wealthy people to have cats. After that, Chi Feiran asked, “I’m going back to rest. Do I need to continue filming?”
The cameraman gestured to him, indicating that he could leave with the cat. Chi Feiran’s filming mission for today was already completed.
So Chi Feiran took Caesar back to his room. When he opened the door and looked inside, he couldn’t see Chris, but he knew where to find him.
There was a small mechanism under the candelabra on the wall. Pulling it down would ring a bell to notify the waiting visitor.
After a while, the decorations in the room moved aside, and Chris walked out from behind. He was still holding a silver tray covered with a thermal cover.
Chris placed the tray on the table and said, “I noticed you didn’t eat much just now, and Charlie also said you didn’t eat much at noon. Come over and eat a bit more.”
Chi Feiran moved over with Caesar in his arms and obediently sat down opposite him.
Chris lifted the thermal cover, revealing pre-cut small steaks inside, which smelled very enticing. There were also some fruits on a small plate next to it to refresh the palate.
Chi Feiran picked up his fork and put a piece of meat into his mouth. Caesar in his arms was eager, grunting until he was petted and then quieted down.
By the time the plate of steaks was finished, Chi Feiran also felt that his stomach was almost full, and the amount of fruit was just right.
Chris evidently wasn’t in a hurry to talk. He just sat there, waiting for him to finish the last piece of fruit.
After Chi Feiran put down his fruit fork, Chris tidied up the plates, covered them again with the thermal cover, and put them aside.
Chris’s eyes were fixed on his younger brother, and his cold expression finally softened a bit.
He said, “Now, can you tell me what’s going on? Have you been keeping something from us all this time?”
Chris’s tone was calm. “Since you mentioned that matter to me, I’ve done a lot of investigation, but there are still some discrepancies. So I think you must have something important you haven’t told me.”
Chi Feiran was caught off guard by Chris’s direct question. He couldn’t help but feel flustered.
Holding Caesar, he looked at Chris, who was sitting opposite him, and the latter was looking at him patiently, waiting for an answer.
The sense of strangeness and panic brought about by the intertwining of time and space spread in his heart. Chi Feiran asked himself, should he really say it?
Chris didn’t need his answer. He saw everything in his eyes, knowing that Chi Feiran must be feeling very uneasy at this moment. But if this issue wasn’t clarified, who knows how uncontrollable things might develop in the future. He had to ask.
Chris asked, “Ethan, do you not trust me?”
Chi Feiran shook his head vigorously, denying it. He felt like his heart was about to burst, and his family had always been his most trusted barrier. He knew that this was the last line of defense.
But precisely because of this, he was so afraid after the incident happened, afraid to touch the truth, afraid that those seemingly warm and happy times were tainted with Chris’s resentment.
But at this moment, what he feared more was that the truth would be difficult for everyone to accept, and he couldn’t even tell anyone other than Chris about it.
He was willing to believe that his family wasn’t the culprit, but he had no clue about the real culprit.
And, he couldn’t even imagine what kind of impact it would have if Edmond and his mother knew that he might die because of Chris in the future.
In a few years in the future, he would die in an explosion.
How could he investigate something that would happen years later?
And how could he tell Chris that it was his car that sent him to his death? That he witnessed his death over the phone?
He couldn’t even imagine that all of this might just be his imagination after his mental state went wrong.
But this was just self-deception. Everything in reality told him that he had indeed returned to the age of seventeen, and that death was a real existence.
Chi Feiran finally spoke, his voice somewhat dry. “Chris, have you ever thought about what gift you would give me when I graduate from university?”
Chris didn’t understand why he suddenly asked such a question, but he also knew that Chi Feiran wouldn’t say something irrelevant at this time.
He thought carefully before saying, “It should be a car.”
Chi Feiran sighed inwardly. It turned out that Chris really didn’t know. He raised his eyes to look at Chris, wanting to see from his face whether he was just bluffing.
But seeing Chris’s serious expression, Chi Feiran couldn’t help but feel even more puzzled.
He asked, “What color?”
Chris remembered that when they talked about gifts before, they didn’t specify the color of the car.
So he thought for a moment and said, “Blue.”
Chi Feiran was stunned.
The color blue was indeed his favorite, and the car Chris drove was also blue. But this answer didn’t come from Chris’s preferences; instead, it came from his understanding of Chi Feiran’s preferences.
Chi Feiran was taken aback. Looking at Chris, he asked incredulously, “How did you know?”
Chris smiled faintly. “I’ve been observing you for so many years. If I can’t even guess this, then wouldn’t I be too ignorant?”
Chi Feiran was silent, feeling a bit complicated.
He knew that what Chris said was true. The two of them had been together for so many years, and Chris knew him better than anyone else.
But what surprised him even more was that, four years later, Chris would indeed give him a red sports car.
Chi Feiran couldn’t help but wonder, had Chris guessed it by coincidence, or was there some other reason behind it?
Chris seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled, “A red sports car. Right?”
Chi Feiran was taken aback, looking at Chris with confusion.
Red wasn’t Chi Feiran’s favorite color; he preferred blue. So according to common sense, Chris would give something in the blue color scheme.
But oddly enough, he guessed right.
Because Chris thought that compared to the stable blue, red gave a more intense and festive feeling, perhaps influenced by Xie Man. He also hoped that his brother’s future would be as passionate as red.
Graduating from college, Ethan should try to embark on a different life.
But how could Ethan know?
Chi Feiran asked, “Is it strange that I know?”
Chris nodded, and Chi Feiran said softly, “Because I’ve already received that car.”
Chris was initially puzzled, but then he was shocked by Chi Feiran’s words. Individually, these words seemed to have no special meaning, but when put together, they revealed a shocking implication.
Chi Feiran continued, “Four years later, after the celebration of my graduation, I received that car. At that time, Edmond had just persuaded me to intern at the company.”
Chris held his breath, digesting everything he had just heard.
Time passed, but it was unclear how long it had been. Chris finally spoke softly, “So, I heard you being blown up over the phone?”
So, that was why Ethan had been so afraid before?
Who wouldn’t be afraid of such a painful death?
Chi Feiran didn’t answer. He knew that Chris didn’t need his response.
Chris’s chest rose and fell violently a few times, his eyes turned red, as if he was on the verge of bursting into rage, but eventually, he gradually calmed down.
He took a deep breath, stood up, walked to Chi Feiran’s side, bent down, and gently hugged him.
He said, “Ethan, I’m so sorry.”
How could he have let such a gap appear?
Chris’s eyes were teary, but ultimately, he didn’t shed any tears; it wasn’t for him to cry.
Someone had to shed tears for all of this, but it shouldn’t be either of them.
And he already knew what kind of lunatic would do such a thing.
Author’s Note:
The death incident before the rebirth is Feiran’s knot, and the brother is the fuse of this matter. So recently, the brother’s role will be more prominent, but really… let’s not keep shouting “Keeping in the family is the best,” it’s really awkward to see it too much… I can understand everyone’s love for the brother, but familial love is also a beautiful feeling, not necessarily perfect only when it’s romantic, right? I set the brother as an adopted son, not for the sake of legal incest, but to serve the rationality of the whole story.
This story, if you follow my Weibo, you’ll know that it all started because of Rong Jin’s self-deception. Because of his “he likes me,” there were more ideas, more thoughts about the whole story. Maybe many people feel that Rong Jin is far inferior to the perfect brother, and it’s annoying to imagine it all alone, but many times, love starts with thinking too much. Rong Jin has been in the industry for ten years. Why wouldn’t he misunderstand others? Because when someone might like him, he becomes nervous and no longer himself.
This story is probably about two seemingly perfect but imperfect people meeting, and then their story becomes perfect with each other.
