Wen Shaozhuo felt he probably shouldn’t be smiling.

Although Brother A’Heng’s words were truly very… interesting and made sense, a critical voice kept floating in his mind:

What Brother A’Heng was talking about was your Dad and Mom! Brother A’Heng is now being scolded by Mom because of you! How can you secretly hide behind and laugh at this time?!

Only a very, very small voice whispered quietly on the side: But Brother A’Heng really didn’t say anything wrong…

This faint voice seemed so insignificant under the criticism.

Its volume was suppressed tightly; no one could hear clearly what it was saying.

Wen Shaozhuo’s heart was soon wrapped in self-blame and guilt again.

After whispering an apology to Teacher Jin, he hurriedly opened the classroom door, wanting to stop the conflict between Brother A’Heng and Mom—

Brother A’Heng rummaged through the trash can because of him, angered Mom because of him; this matter started because of him. He, he couldn’t let Brother and Mom quarrel because of this!

As soon as he went out, he saw the young man with the curly hair bun taking three steps at a time on the stairs, jumping down three steps at a time, clang-clang-clang, making a huge noise, jumping from upstairs to the first floor in the blink of an eye!

The weather in March wasn’t too cold, but the night was still slightly chilly.

At this moment, Wen Siheng wore a thin jacket over his pajamas.

When he ran down the stairs with big strides, the hem of his jacket flew up in the air, fluttering, very dashing.

“Thud!”

The young man jumped to the ground at once.

Only then did Wen Shaozhuo see clearly what Wen Siheng was holding in his arms.

That was an old notebook.

That was… his painting collection?!

Wen Shaozhuo widened his eyes, freezing in place in disbelief.

The chase hadn’t ended.

The woman’s steps downstairs were equally hurried. But she went down step by step, speed far inferior to Wen Siheng.

Her voice was sharp with anger: “Wen Siheng, stop, come back, leave the thing! Who gave you the right to take things casually from our house? Do you want to go back to your… your orphanage? Stop right there!”

Wen Siheng didn’t stop.

He hugged the notebook tightly in his arms, ran all the way to the door, then turned back, raising his eyebrows high and shouting: “Things thrown into the trash can still count as your things? Those are unwanted stuff thrown away by you! Since you don’t want it, and I found and picked it back, of course it shouldn’t belong to you!”

Wen Qingcai was furious, pointing angrily at the main door: “Then take it and get out of here for me!”

Wen Shaozhuo hadn’t expected things to develop to this point.

He panicked and tried to run to the stairs, looking up: “Mom, Brother A’Heng he…”

But his voice was trembling and small, failing to attract anyone’s attention at all.

Wen Siheng stood at the door, eyes wide open in extreme surprise: “No way, Mom, is your tolerance only this big? I just picked something from the trash can, and you want to kick me out?”

He sighed pretendingly, tone rising, saying: “Fine, fine, the house is yours, what you say goes—if you want me to leave, I’ll leave then!”

Wen Shaozhuo panicked again and turned back wanting to call out to his brother: “Brother A’Heng…”

Before he finished, he saw Wen Siheng blinking briskly at him twice, figure flashing agilely, opening the door, closing the door, and running out of the house with the painting collection.

Wen Shaozhuo’s mind went blank at this moment. He immediately wanted to go out and persuade his brother back.

Seeing this scene, Wen Qingcai became even angrier, shouting loudly: “Stop right there, go back to your room for your class!”

Wen Shaozhuo shuddered, struggling to look up trying to explain: “But Mom, Brother A’Heng is because of me…”

Wen Qingcai glared at him: “Brother what brother? Where did you get a brother! Go back to your class, don’t meddle in other people’s business!”

Wen Shaozhuo’s steps were thoroughly nailed to the spot.

He lowered his head stiffly little by little. Long-term obedience made him completely unable to disobey Mom’s order at this time.

Brother quarreled with Mom because of him, was kicked out of the house by Mom because of him…

He should go find his twin brother back! He should, should go apologize to Mom, ask Mom not to be angry with Brother anymore! …Clearly, clearly all this happened because of him, how could he let Brother A’Heng take his place, take his…

But Wen Shaozhuo’s feet seemed to be shackled with thousand-pound weights.

Couldn’t lift, couldn’t drag.

Only the butler could get used to all this, pushing him into the classroom, pushing him back to the bedroom, and finally putting him on the bed. Smilingly relaying the hostess’s order to him: “Young Master, Madam Wen asks you to rest early, don’t worry about too many things.”

Don’t worry? How could he not. Clearly it was all because of him… all because of him…

Wen Shaozhuo lay stiffly on the bed, thinking about this matter over and over in his mind.

The moonlight was bright and clear, spilling into the room in patches, covering Wen Shaozhuo’s quilt. Swaying tree shadows covered the moonlight again.

“Thump!”

A sudden light sound startled Wen Shaozhuo. He reflexively shrank back on the bed, gaze looking toward the sound direction uneasily and vigilantly.

That was the direction of the window.

Tree shadows swayed, moonlight bright.

No figure was seen outside the window.

…Strange. Did he hear wrong? What was that sound just now? Was it his auditory hallucination or a real sound?

“Thump!”

Another sound.

Wen Shaozhuo was startled again, but this jump was smaller.

He seemed to see… what made the sound was a small pebble? The pebble hit the window, and the pebble came from…

“Thump!”

Another sound.

Wen Shaozhuo finally saw clearly. The direction the pebble flew from was exactly those swaying tree shadows!

“Thump! Thump! Thump!”

Wen Shaozhuo climbed up from the bed involuntarily.

He stumbled dazedly toward the moonlight, lying on the window.

Outside the window, the full moon generously spilled its silver radiance.

Spilling on the land, spilling on the villa, spilling among the big trees in the yard, spilling on the thick tree trunks, spilling on the figure leisurely swinging legs on the tree.

…Strange, was he hallucinating again?

He seemed to see an elf dancing under the moon, seeing the elf smiling at him.

But this hallucination accompanied by the late winter and early spring night breeze, accompanied by clear and cool moonlight, momentarily seemed so real.

The figure wore a free smile, constantly gesturing at him to open the window.

Wen Shaozhuo’s body seemed controlled by strange magic, opening the window involuntarily.

So the elf under the moon spread wings.

With a flap of wings, the distance between him and him was pulled from far to near, then extremely near.

Wen Shaozhuo murmured: “A’Heng… Brother…?”

The elf blinked briskly twice, leaned forward, warm body temperature covering his mouth.

The illusion-like picture was thoroughly torn apart by this real body temperature. Wen Shaozhuo finally saw the elf’s appearance clearly—that was his twin brother.

The twin brother covered his mouth, whispering in his ear: “Shh—keep it down, don’t let outside hear!”

Wen Shaozhuo nodded vigorously: “Mmph… mmph mmph!”

Wen Siheng smiled satisfiedly and let go, turning around lightly to close the window again.

He patted his windbreaker, patted his palms, exhaling a long breath: “Phew—not easy, haven’t climbed a tree for a long time. Hey, right, A’Shao, come!”

Wen Siheng excitedly pulled out the old notebook from his arms, stuffed it into his hand, asking: “A’Shao look! Is this your painting collection?”

Wen Shaozhuo hugged the painting collection tightly; his whole body was trembling lightly.

So strange, so strange… so unfamiliar emotions, so unfamiliar feelings…

Wen Shaozhuo asked hoarsely: “Brother A’Heng, we clearly… just met. Why do you, why can you do this for me…”

Wen Siheng was confused and surprised: “What are you saying, A’Shao, I am your brother!”

His smiling eyes curved, showing a smile freely: “I said I would help you find the painting collection back. As a brother, of course I have to keep my word! Quick, A’Shao, put it away well, don’t lose it again.”

The painting collection was very light, but became very heavy when held in hand.

Wen Shaozhuo’s fingers unconsciously rubbed the cover of the painting collection, whispering: “Brother A’Heng, thank you. I… don’t know how to thank you. Do you, do you want to stay in my room tonight? I, my bed is for you to sleep. When waking up tomorrow, I’ll go help you apologize to Mom, definitely won’t let Mom be angry with you anymore.”

Wen Siheng opened his eyes wide: “Apologize?”

He retorted immediately: “No way! You are not allowed to help me apologize. What did I do wrong? What I said was clearly the truth; it’s her temper that’s too bad!”

Wen Siheng opened his eyes wide stubbornly.

Even in a whisper, Wen Shaozhuo could feel he spoke very forcefully.

Wen Siheng hummed softly, triumphantly: “Besides, I’ve already entered your bedroom, still afraid I can’t return to my own room?”

“Relax, Mom is just angry for a moment tonight. When waking up tomorrow, I have plenty of ways to make her calm down. You absolutely don’t worry about me!”

Wen Siheng blinked briskly at him, figure flashing to the door again.

Wen Siheng: “Alright, A’Shao, you should sleep well. Hide the painting collection well this time. I’ll come find you tomorrow after I solve Mom’s mood. You promised to let me see your paintings; don’t lock me outside the door again!”

Wen Shaozhuo hugged the notebook tightly. He had many words he wanted to say, but when words reached his mouth, he suddenly didn’t know what to say.

He could only respond quietly and nervously: “I won’t, Brother A’Heng, tomorrow… tomorrow I’ll wait for you to knock on the door!”

Wen Siheng smiled with curved eyes. With a flash, he quietly left the room.

Wen Shaozhuo’s heart beat like a drum.

After Wen Siheng left the room, he stood in the moonlight in the room for a full ten minutes before his heartbeat finally slowed down slightly.

He moved his steps slowly back to the bed, shrinking into the quilt holding the painting collection together.

So strange, why would Brother A’Heng help someone like him? Clearly they just met for the first time today, why didn’t Brother A’Heng dislike him? Did Brother A’Heng have some misunderstanding about him, thinking he was some wonderful, excellent person? Brother A’Heng, why did he…

Moon set and sun rose. Wen Shaozhuo didn’t know if he actually fell asleep. Hidden joy and anxious uneasiness took turns occupying his brain at night.

He only knew that when he opened his eyes again, the painting collection was still tightly hugged in his arms.

…

Lin Chen returned to the room quietly.

Once back in the room, he hissed softly rubbing his palms, sighing in his heart again: “Haven’t climbed a tree barehanded for a long time, a bit rusty. Indeed need to practice first next time.”

The system exclaimed: “Host, how do you even know how to climb trees? You never told System!”

Lin Chen was extremely confused: “Did I tell you other things then?”

System: “…” System wailed in grief and indignation.

System was curious: “But Host, how did you learn to climb trees? Did your previous jobs even require you to climb trees?”

Lin Chen rolled his eyes: “Learned in the orphanage, can’t I?”

The system muttered, very opinionated: “Saying this to fool bosses is fine, but you can’t even fool your considerate System, Host!”

…

Wen Qingcai didn’t expect that at breakfast the next day, she could see Wen Siheng, whom she had just kicked out the previous night, sitting nonchalantly in front of her, calling her “Mom”, and smilingly asking if her anger had subsided since last night.

Wen Qingcai sneered in her heart, thinking he wasn’t her real son anyway. Did he really think she would let it go just by softening up like this?

She said coldly to Wen Siheng: “Come here, come to my room, let’s talk.”

She turned expressionlessly toward the study, determined to let this substitute acting staff know the immensity of heaven and earth, know who the patron was!

Just entering the room, the young man following behind closed the door.

Then turned to her. The careless smile of “Wen Siheng” he wore a second before closing the door instantly turned into a polite and rather graceful smile.

“Wen Siheng”‘s voice was peaceful and stable, asking her very concernedly: “Good morning, Ms. Wen, may I ask what you want to see me about?”

He chuckled gently: “By the way, I haven’t thanked you for your cooperation last night. Your performance was very natural, Ms. Wen. Young Master Wen’s attitude toward me is obviously much more relaxed today.”

Wen Qingcai: “…”

Wen Qingcai: “…”