Cheng Huanzhen earnestly endured the entire funeral.

The night before, his youngest uncle had specifically instructed him not to show their familiarity too obviously at the funeral.

So, after arriving at the venue, he stood with restraint at the back of the crowd, his gaze firmly locked on Wen Siheng—

He quietly took in every one of Wen Siheng’s movements.

The way Wen Siheng half-embraced and protected Wen Shaozhuo.
The way Wen Siheng leaned down to whisper gently to his new younger brother.
The way Wen Siheng, during the ceremony, silently and faintly warmly watched the sole surviving relative of the Li family hosting on stage…

He wasn’t special; Uncle was gentle to every relative.
He was special, because only he knew Uncle’s true identity.

These two thoughts fought ceaselessly in his mind.
To the point that throughout the funeral, Cheng Huanzhen’s mood swung back and forth between good and bad every moment.

Finally, Cheng Huanzhen watched Li Shuyun’s urn being buried, and Li Yunhui loudly thanked everyone, inviting them to the hotel.
Cheng Huanzhen decided the funeral was over and immediately lifted his foot to head toward the two Wen young masters.

But the two Wen young masters were faster than him—
Wen Siheng and Wen Shaozhuo leaned together, whispering something. Whatever was said, Wen Shaozhuo’s expression suddenly became extremely awkward. It was entirely thanks to Wen Siheng actively coaxing and pulling that he was dragged in front of Cheng Huanzhen.

Cheng Huanzhen stopped firmly in his tracks. He watched the two approaching figures and greeted them seriously: “Long time no see, Siheng. Hello, Shaozhuo.”

Wen Shaozhuo became even shyer.
After whispering a “Hello, Brother Huanzhen,” he completely hid himself behind Brother A’Heng.

Wen Siheng tolerantly shielded his brother behind him and said, “Sorry, Brother Huanzhen, A’Shao isn’t very good at communicating with outsiders.”

He paused, then got straight to the point: “Brother Huanzhen, are you going to Brother Yunhui’s dinner later? Um… whether you go or not, can you give A’Shao and me a ride part of the way?”

Cheng Huanzhen liked hearing his uncle call him “Brother Huanzhen,” so his mood tilted slightly in a better direction for the moment.
He naturally agreed: “Sure, Siheng. Where do you want to go?”

Realizing his tone might have seemed too familiar, he paused and added, “My schedule isn’t set yet, so I can adjust based on your destination.”

Wen Siheng smiled: “A’Shao and I aren’t going to play—but thanks, Brother Huanzhen!”

Wen Siheng immediately led his brother into the back seat of the car, vigilantly pulling his brother’s head down with him, shrinking their bodies below the window line.

Cheng Huanzhen saw this in the rearview mirror.
Cheng Huanzhen frowned: “…What are you doing? Who are you hiding from?”

Wen Siheng pressed down on his brother’s shoulder with one hand, preventing him from looking up, while he quietly poked half his head out, vigilantly scanning the surroundings outside the car.

Finally, about three minutes after they had thoroughly driven away, Wen Siheng let out a long sigh of relief, released Wen Shaozhuo, and leaned back relaxed in the back seat.

Wen Shaozhuo was extremely nervous.
His life seemed to have completely veered off track. Unfamiliar environments, unfamiliar lifestyles—all waiting for him ahead.
However, the fear and unease seemed exclusive to him. Brother A’Heng beside him was like a complete contrast, his expression and tone filled with a relaxed tune.

Wen Siheng could even show a sunny and natural smile, saying, “Can’t tell you that, Brother Huanzhen—if you know, you’ll get dragged into our mess.”

Cheng Huanzhen kept his eyes on the road, his tone calm: “It doesn’t matter. I’m not busy with work lately; I have plenty of time.”

Wen Siheng thought distressfully for a moment, and even whispered in Wen Shaozhuo’s ear for a long time. Finally, he said, “Um… okay, but Brother Huanzhen, you aren’t allowed to tell my mom and dad!”

He said seriously, word by word: “A’Shao and I have had enough of staying at home. We decided to run away from home!”

Cheng Huanzhen: “…”
Cheng Huanzhen’s gaze went blank for a second, and his hands on the steering wheel subconsciously tightened.

Cheng Huanzhen asked as if to confirm: “Run away from home?”

“Yeah,” Wen Siheng patted the handbag beside him and said, “Look, Brother Huanzhen, A’Shao and I both brought our luggage.”

He huffed lightly, grumbling, “Living at home is too depressing. It’s not even as good as when I was at the orphanage! If we stayed any longer, even sane people would be driven crazy!”

Wen Siheng seemed to want to say something more to Cheng Huanzhen while he had the chance. But he hesitated and didn’t say it.
He looked out the window, seeing the four-character sign for “BB University” flash by in the distance.

Wen Siheng immediately called out: “Brother Huanzhen! Drop us off here. This is right near B University. A’Shao and I will get out here!”

Before Cheng Huanzhen could savor his momentarily overly complex emotions, his foot had already pressed the brake.
He watched helplessly as his uncle politely thanked him, then got out of the car with bags big and small, taking his new younger brother along. The Wen family’s youngest master’s dependence on his uncle was even more severe than what he had seen last night. Especially now, not in their home, Young Master Wen hadn’t left a one-meter radius of his uncle since he saw him today.

Cheng Huanzhen quietly watched their retreating figures.
His lips slowly pressed together. Tighter and tighter, until his teeth were clenched. His hands gripped the sides of the steering wheel tightly, veins popping on the back of his hands.

…He wasn’t happy. He wasn’t happy. He wasn’t happy!

Back then, Uncle only took him traveling during holidays.
Now, treating his new younger brother, Uncle directly took him to run away from home!

Even though he hadn’t been happy living with Grandfather back then either.
Why didn’t Uncle take him to run away from home?
Was it because Grandfather paid too little back then?
Why didn’t Uncle take him to run away from home?
Why. Why. Why!

Cheng Huanzhen parked the car in the parking lot expressionlessly and turned off the engine.
He grabbed his jacket casually, draped it over himself, and strode in the direction the Wen twins had left, chasing after them!

The Wen twins were currently sitting on a park bench.
Wen Siheng was earnestly counting on his fingers with his brother: “Over the years in the orphanage, I saved a total of three thousand yuan. If we scrimp, this money should be enough for us for a month—”

“We buy groceries and cook ourselves; one thousand for food should cover it. The remaining two thousand for rent. This way, as long as we can work hard together to earn three thousand yuan in a month, we can maintain this lifestyle and live outside forever!”

Wen Shaozhuo wasn’t sensitive to numbers.
He didn’t have a strong concept of specific amounts of money either.
Three thousand sounded like a lot. As Wen Shaozhuo listened, he felt very uneasy about this amount of money—
Brother A’Heng saved for nearly twenty years to get three thousand yuan, yet they had to earn that much in one month.
Could… could they really do it?

Wen Shaozhuo was uneasy and terrified.
Everything unfamiliar around him felt like thick fog hiding knives.
But Brother A’Heng didn’t seem to view earning three thousand yuan as a difficult task. What troubled Brother A’Heng was—

“But it’s too hard to rent a double room near B University for two thousand yuan! back when I was in the orphanage, I heard that over there, two people sharing fifty or sixty square meters only cost a thousand, but in the Imperial Capital…”

Brother A’Heng sighed deeply: “If we rent directly near B University, even if we can find one, the environment will definitely be terrible.”

“But I’ve considered this problem—we can start from B University, take the subway or bus, and go to the farthest place reachable.”
“Renting in the suburbs is much cheaper. It’s just that our daily commute to class will be very long.”

Wen Shaozhuo listened blankly.
“Fifty or sixty square meters,” “rent,” “commute”… all these vocabulary words were completely unfamiliar concepts to him.
He recognized them, yet he didn’t.
He tried hard to follow Brother A’Heng’s train of thought, attempting to understand their current situation.
But Brother A’Heng’s analysis and thoughts moved very fast. Before he could understand, Brother A’Heng had already arrived at an answer: “So, either we go to the suburbs to rent; or we rent a friendly low-price room from a friend… Hey! Brother Huanzhen!”

Brother A’Heng’s eyes suddenly lit up. He blinked rapidly at him and whispered urgently: “Speak of the devil. A’Shao, wait here first, watch me go fish out a friendly low-price room!”

Saying that, Brother A’Heng put his handbag on the bench, wore a face full of sunny smiles, and got up to walk quickly toward Brother Huanzhen.

Wen Shaozhuo reacted sluggishly.
Friendly low-price room… really?
Was that why Brother A’Heng smiled so warmly at Brother Huanzhen?
Wen Shaozhuo felt extremely guilty all of a sudden and scrambled to catch up.

However, from a distance, he saw Brother Huanzhen’s originally aggressive aura suddenly soften upon seeing Brother A’Heng.
The two didn’t exchange many words before Brother A’Heng turned back happily and triumphantly, running back to his side.

Brother A’Heng winked at him forcefully: “Persuasion successful! Let’s go, A’Shao, let’s go see the new house we’re renting!”

…

Wen Yifeng and Wen Qingcai were in a terrible mood.
Their anger from last night hadn’t subsided yet. This morning they planned to vent properly, but before they could make a move, Wen Siheng had taken Shaozhuo out with him!
Until dinnertime, there was no sign of the two at all.

Wen Yifeng was extremely unhappy.
His chopsticks tapped the table forcefully, clack clack clack. He said, “I think Wen Siheng is just secretly leading Shaozhuo astray behind our backs! How can this go on? Look at Shaozhuo, what has he been spoiled into by Wen Siheng these days? If this spoiling continues, what will happen? Do they even have us in their eyes??”

Wen Qingcai was equally indignant: “We shouldn’t have trusted that Qi Jingming in the first place. You know how cunning he is!”
“If you ask me, he definitely has some special interest relationship with the studio. This studio looks unreliable from the start—no international qualification certification, no industry standards, no behavioral standards. I see it, they are basically a scam organization!”

Wen Yifeng frowned tightly: “Indeed unreliable. How about this, when they come back today, we’ll mention it to Wen Siheng…”
The two went back and forth, quickly planning the night’s action, just waiting for Wen Siheng and their son to return home.

However, nine o’clock, ten o’clock, eleven o’clock…
Not a single hair of the twins was seen!

Wen Yifeng had finished seventy or eighty percent of the next day’s work in advance. Looking up, neither the one hundred twenty million nor his biological son had returned. He couldn’t bear it anymore and flew into a rage: “Whose funeral goes on until this time? They must have sneaked out to play!”
He furiously wanted to call his son, but unexpectedly, the driver called his phone at that exact moment.

The driver’s voice was extremely panicked: “Mr. Wen, it’s bad! The two young masters are gone! The Li family funeral banquet just ended. I… I waited outside for a long time, but I didn’t see the two young masters at all, and no one is answering the phone!”

Wen Yifeng: “…What?!”