Jin Liwei was quick to turn the other way so he wouldn’t have to look at Lu Zihao’s goading face anymore. If he continued looking at Lu Zihao for even a second longer, he might have completely lost it and punched his fifth brother in the face. But what should he do about his anger?
He felt like a volcano that was going to erupt at any moment. If he didn’t release some of the pressure building up inside him, he would soon explode to the point of no return. So instead of brawling with Lu Zihao, he chose to kick some of the chairs inside the room.
However, he left his baby girl’s piano stool alone, not daring to even scratch it. He could replace any other furniture in their home without any problem but she was extremely protective of all her music and computer equipment. Those were off-limits. There would be hell to pay if they were damaged in any way because almost all of them were customized for her. Meaning, they were one of a kind to fit only her.
Loud sounds of banging and crashing soon filled the entire room. Once Jin Liwei started venting his anger on the poor furniture, a kind of triumphant thrill ran through him and spurred him to become even more violent. Within minutes, he completely destroyed the chairs and even the small table. The vase of flowers lay pitiful and broken on the floor.
He was breathing harder after he was done and his clothes were drenched in sweat. But his eyes were now brighter and his skin was flushed with more vigour. He looked healthier now than he had ever since the construction accident a few days ago.
Lu Zihao watched the entire scene while continuing to lean his back on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Amusement was obvious on his face, the only emotion he was allowing to show at the moment. He had already retracted most of his bloodlust, easing the heaviness in the atmosphere by a lot in an instant. Jin Liwei, however, didn’t seem to notice or maybe he just didn’t care anymore.
“Feel better?” Lu Zihao asked.
Jin Liwei ignored him and instead focused on admiring his “handiwork”, a.k.a. the destroyed furniture. There was no way of fixing them so new ones needed to be bought, but he would just leave that task to his butler. At least, he felt better now and didn’t feel like brawling with his fifth brother anymore who was ceasing to feel like a brother as the minutes ticked by.
“Did you imagine that I was the furniture while you were kicking them around just now?” Lu Zihao continued to ask, not at all bothered that he didn’t receive a reply to his previous question.
This time, Jin Liwei finally responded. He snorted and threw a sidelong glance at Lu Zihao. “What do you think?”
Lu Zihao shrugged. “I honestly don’t care. Though it’s good that you didn’t attack me because if you did, I can’t promise that I’ll hold back and not hurt you. My mood is fucking terrible today. I’m itching for a good fight myself.”
“I don’t need you to hold back,” Jin Liwei said through gritted teeth. “Don’t look down on me. You may be physically stronger than me now but I can at least still land a couple of punches or a kick on your arrogant ass.”
Devilish laughter rumbled out of Lu Zihao chest, as he threw his head back and let out his amusement with no restraints. The atmosphere had now lightened a great deal. Even Jin Liwei’s mouth twitched a couple of times as he fought hard not to smile and managed to maintain the cold expression on his face.
“As much as I want to fight someone today, it’s not going to be you, Third Brother,” Lu Zihao said after laughing. “My sister will be upset if you got hurt, especially since you haven’t fully recovered from your injuries yet. I even heard from my subordinates that she has become quite paranoid and wanted you to wear a helmet and a bulletproof vest?” He started laughing again after saying that.
The twitch in Jin Liwei’s mouth intensified. It was getting more and more difficult to stop himself from joining in the laughter. Thus, he chose to focus on the first part of what Lu Zihao said instead of the latter part about the helmet and bulletproof vest.
“Indeed, Xiulan will be upset if I’m hurt,” he said. This time, there was no hint of laughter on his face. There was only seriousness. “You said earlier that you want to kill me? Even if you were joking, let me tell you now that if you ever kill me, you’ll have to prepare to face my wife’s wrath. Whatever weird sibling bond you have and no matter how strong it is right now, it will all be destroyed in the end because she’ll hate you. If you hurt me or worse, kill me, Xiulan will hate you to death. Mark my words.”
That killed Lu Zihao’s amusement in an instant. His expression darkened and even the air around him seemed to freeze. [This novel is a contracted work with W e b n o v e l . c o m (remove spaces). If you’re not reading this chapter on W e b n o v e l, it has been stolen. It’s very discouraging to see thieves profitting from my hard work. Please read this novel on W e b n o v e l. Thank you! -Arria Cross]
“Lu Zihao,” Jin Liwei said, no longer calling him Fifth Brother. “I hope that you stamp it inside your head that I, Jin Liwei, am the man Long Xiulan loves—”
“Evelinka.”
“What?”
“She’s Evelinka.”
Jin Liwei frowned. “I know that you call her by that name. I remember you saying that it’s her online name when you were game buddies before. But her name is Long Xiulan, not—”
“My sister is Evelinka,” Lu Zihao said simply, not bothering to provide any explanations.
Jin Liwei’s frowned deepened. Something flashed inside his mind, a scene where his baby girl said something similarly odd, yet it was gone before he could think more deeply about it.
Lu Zihao’s words for almost their entire conversation had been too puzzling. Jin Liwei couldn’t make heads or tails about what he was talking about. Was the man’s goal today to mess up with his head?
