Fang Ji had dreamed many, many dreams.

He dreamed that his parents and older siblings handed over all the overseas markets to their subordinates, returned to the country themselves, and lived with him every day.

He dreamed that the Selected Brothers and Sisters no longer treated him with a uniform, work-like attitude, but sincerely doted on him and loved him.

But he had never had a dream like this one—

“Cling-clang… cling-clang…”

“Brother… Brother!”

A familiar home. A familiar voice. A familiar call. But…

Who was that?

Fang Ji looked blankly at the scene before him.

He was in the living room of his home. The layout of the living room was still as it was a few years ago. It seemed that this villa area had not yet been sold by the family due to the impact of the commercial struggles in the Imperial Capital in recent years…

It appeared that the time of this dream was about six or seven years ago.

In front of the living room, a strange long-haired man sat with his back to him in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. His long hair with loose curls draped over his shoulders. The morning light fell on it, illuminating points of silver brilliance on the light black strands.

The other person… seemed to be reading a book.

In his home?

Fang Ji stared doubtfully at this back for a few seconds, quite certain he didn’t know the person.

Usually, only he lived in the house; his parents and older siblings rarely came home. He didn’t bring many people home either, basically only inviting friends from the same circle. The person didn’t look like someone from the circle, and he never went to the circle to pick “Selected Brothers and Sisters.”

…Could this be a Selected Brother kept by himself in the dream?

But he would never casually bring a Selected Brother or Sister home.

Fang Ji was somewhat bewildered.

He followed the shout and turned around, seeing a young man in blue floral clothes who was obviously a younger version of “himself.”

“Himself” ran down the stairs amidst a cling-clang clamor, wearing an exceptionally joyful smile, and threw himself into the arms of the man by the window.

Hearing the noise early on, the man turned halfway around, ready to catch him.

Only then did Fang Ji see the man’s appearance.

Gentle as jade, refined and elegant—these words fit him perfectly.

This jade-like man caught “him” steadily, smiling gently, patting “his” cheek, his tone extremely soft.

The man said, “What’s the rush? Brother is here and won’t run away. Is everything ready?”

“He” hugged the man’s arm, eyes curving with a smile: “Of course I’m rushing. Little Ji hasn’t gone out to play with Brother for a whole week!”

“He” answered the man’s questions amidst cling-clangs and chatter. For every sentence the man asked, “he” could answer with three or five.

Fang Ji listened casually and quickly judged that they were going to a jewelry exhibition.

…Someone who could go to a jewelry exhibition with him?

If not someone from the circle, could it be a smooth-talking salesperson from the jewelry industry? …Approaching “himself” as a “Brother” to sell jewelry, and seemingly keeping “himself” very happy, otherwise “he” would never bring the other person home.

No wonder the time of this dream was six or seven years ago.

Fang Ji thought self-mockingly.

If it were these past two years, let alone dreaming of brothers and sisters, even in reality, he hadn’t invested his heart in playing with Selected Brothers and Sisters for a long time.

One reason was that having played with Selected Brothers and Sisters for so many years, he had experienced all the routines and types.

Gentle type, black-bellied type, rustic type, natural type, sunny type, gloomy type, domineering type, green tea type…

All flavors of brothers and sisters were available under the offensive of money. But after playing around, he found that no matter what skin the Selected Brother or Sister wore, after chewing a couple of mouthfuls, the filling was the same tasteless stuff—all reeking of money!

The other reason was complicated to explain.

In recent years, He Wenyan, who had been expelled from the He family many years ago, suddenly returned. With the company he built from scratch and huge capital from unknown sources, he turned the long-peaceful Imperial Capital into a muddy pool as soon as he entered!

He had no enmity with He Wenyan; instead, because of Li Yunhui, their relationship could be considered “okay.” However, due to Yunhui’s racing accident two years ago, all special connections between him and He Wenyan were severed. Thus, the Fang family didn’t receive any special treatment and was indiscriminately dragged into this muddy water.

To say it hurt them to the core would be an exaggeration; the bulk of the family’s assets were overseas.

But to say there was no trouble at all would be too exaggerated. Fang Ji wasn’t clear about the specific economic situation of the family, but the living allowance he received from his parents and older siblings each month visibly had a few fewer zeros!

When the wallet shrunk, naturally, many Golden Fate Brothers and Sisters maintained by the wallet left with the money.

All the brotherhood and sisterhood developed under the cover of money in the past vanished like bubbles in the wind. Even… even two or three Golden Fate Brothers and Sisters betrayed him because they were dissatisfied with the money!!!

Fang Ji’s head exploded at that time, and he was so angry that he didn’t look for a new Golden Fate Brother or Sister for nearly half a year.

To use a most apt metaphor, Fang Ji felt that regarding finding brothers and sisters, he had… somewhat lost his appetite.

However…

Fang Ji looked hesitantly and conflictedly at the brothers cuddling intimately in front of him.

He really didn’t know what kind of Selected Brother could make him—even the him from seven or eight years ago—make the choice to bring the person home.

Thinking this, Fang Ji ghost-like followed behind the two and went out together.

He really wanted to see what kind of ability this long-haired brother had to charm the “himself” in the dream to this extent!

So, Fang Ji successfully witnessed:

At the jewelry exhibition, “himself” tried to buy 12345 sets of jewelry for the long-haired brother. The long-haired brother refused.

Leaving the jewelry exhibition, “himself” saw a very nice villa advertisement by the roadside and excitedly wanted to buy it for the long-haired brother. The long-haired brother refused again.

On the way home, “himself” had a stomachache for some reason, curling up into a ball on the long-haired brother’s lap. On the face of the long-haired brother, which “himself” couldn’t see but he could, there was a look of sincere concern. He gently coaxed “himself” to sleep on his lap and, after “himself” fell asleep, worriedly contacted the family doctor via text message, asking carefully for over ten minutes.

Back home, “himself” ran to use the toilet, resolving the stomach issue, and then the two intimately entered the bed! room! together! The long-haired brother began to take off all the jewelry for “himself”…

Fang Ji: …

Relying on the fact that no one could see him, Fang Ji stood directly beside the two, his eyes wide open.

He stared at the jade-white fingers of the long-haired brother gently arranging “his” hair, stared at the gentle smile the long-haired brother showed to “himself,” stared at the long-haired brother’s tender eyes like water, stared at…

Damn it! Is there really a brother in this world on whom one can’t smell a hint of money?

Damn it! Is there really a gentle brother in this world who treats him well so sincerely?

Damn it! A good brother that he couldn’t even have in reality, why does the “himself” in the dream get to have one?!

Fang Ji was extremely unwilling and immediately searched the whole room for information about this brother.

However, before he could find anything, a call suddenly came into “his” phone. “He” answered it, listened for less than two sentences, and his whole face fell.

After hanging up, “he” pitifully said to the long-haired brother: “Brother, I have to go out tonight. A friend has an urgent matter looking for me. I might… sob, have to come back later. But even if Little Ji isn’t here tonight, Brother must rest early too!”

The long-haired brother said gently: “Going out at night, Little Ji remember to wear more clothes… Let me see, wear this one, how about it? Slightly thicker, but definitely won’t catch a cold.”

The long-haired brother sent “him” out the door.

“He” left.

The long-haired brother returned to… another bedroom.

Wait.

…Another bedroom??!

Fang Ji widened his eyes in shock and stopped abruptly at the bedroom door.

He looked incredulously at the room, then incredulously looked back around the whole house, counting back and forth.

This… was indeed his home?!

But how come the decoration in this room looked like someone lived here permanently!

Just then, the long-haired man suddenly turned his head: “Who?!”

Fang Ji turned his head subconsciously.

Four eyes met. In the long-haired man’s beautiful eyes, there was first joy, then confusion, and finally a return to gentleness.

The long-haired man looked at him and called softly: “Little Ji?”

Fang Ji: “…”

Fang Ji tensed his back, his voice also tight: “…Hmm?”

The long-haired man waved to him and said gently: “Come here.”

Fang Ji hesitated for 0.1 seconds, then ran up cling-clang.

The long-haired man took his hand with smiling eyes.

The feeling of that palm holding his was just as he had imagined while watching just now—a bit cool, but very soft, comfortable, and gentle.

The long-haired man led him to sit by the bed and asked gently: “Why did Little Ji come back so early and change clothes? Let Brother see… I haven’t seen this set of clothes before. Did you change into a friend’s clothes?”

Fang Ji: “…”

Is he mistaking him… for the “himself” in the dream?

It was Fang Ji’s first time having such a dream. He didn’t know if he should confess his identity or go along with the dream’s plot.

But putting that aside, he was very skilled at correctly responding to a “Brother”!

Fang Ji raised a big smile, intimately held the long-haired man’s arm, and called sweetly: “Brother~ Little Ji came home early, is Brother happy?”

He casually tugged at his clothes and said nonchalantly: “Just got my clothes dirty at a friend’s place, so I changed the whole set. Brother doesn’t mind, right?”

Fang Ji paused, smilingly changing the subject.

He leaned his head in front of the other person, shook his bell earrings, and eagerly said what he had been thinking about for a long time just now.

Fang Ji: “Brother~ For the sake of Little Ji coming back so early, can Brother take off the bells and jewelry for Little Ji?”

The long-haired man looked at him, chuckled, got up, pulled a chair over, and sat opposite him.

The long-haired man said gently: “Of course, no problem, Little Ji. Speaking of which, remember when I first came home, Little Ji loved calling me Brother Cheng Yu. Why don’t you call me that anymore?”

…Oh. So his name is Cheng Yu.

But what does “first came home” mean?

Fang Ji carefully noted the name, feeling the soft fingertips gently land on his auricle and stroke down to the earlobe, his eyes narrowing into a comfortable slit.

Fang Ji called sweetly: “Because Little Ji and Brother are completely familiar now. Calling by name is something only unfamiliar people do. But if Brother likes it, Little Ji can call you that too. Brother Cheng Yu~ Brother Cheng Yu~ Brother listen, do you like this address better?”