"His brother had fallen into so wicked sches that ended up making him stand against Mr. Zhong. So executives in high positions in the company wanted to control the company by having his brother as the puppet."
Shui touched her chin. "So basically have total control over the company but with the brother's proxy."
Lin nodded. "Though Mr. Zhong had made him try to understand, the cracks only ford deeper and deeper. The brother had been completely brainwashed by those people into thinking that Mr. Zhong will eventually throw him out of the company and seize everything he has on his na."
"But this is far from the truth."
Lin's thoughts drifted to Zhong Sihan. "He is an arrogant and self-centered man without a doubt. But he wouldn't have targeted his brother."
Shui's voice turned lower. "Then he killed himself because Mr. Zhong had cornered him?"
"It seems so. The defeat was crushing. Mr. Zhong said he was too weak to face the consequences. However…"
Shui blinked twice.
"I think his death had sothing more to it. That's what I felt when Mr. Zhong told about his brother."
More to his death than what it seems…
"Do you want to find out about it?" Lin tilted his head.
Shui said, "I an.. I think it will help to understand him more. If he still rembers the restaurant from his past he used to visit with Grandpa, then I think his relationship with his brother would have more to it than we think it is."
Cai shook his head. "How can two brothers fight like this?"
He bead and crushed Lin in his hug. "Brothers are ant to stick to each other at all tis!"
Lin patted his head. "Hm."
Shui studied his complicated gaze and wondered if he was thinking about Ru Yi's identity.
But it doesn't look like it, otherwise Zhong Sihan wanting to adopt Hou Lin would have definitely brought so reaction in him.
Cai hopped away, getting busy with other work when Lin said, "Mr. Zhong won't answer truthfully even if I ask him about his brother. He is strangely closed up about him. Would Mr. Han know anything?" he blinked.
"Hmm, Grandpa would most certainly know sothing. They go far back, after all."
Shui looked at the sandwiches he was preparing and got struck with an idea.
"I know! Why don't you co to my house today?"
Lin blinked twice. "Yes?"
—
"Oh, you brought so other treats for us too," Xinyi shone, seeing the paper bag in Lin's hands.
"I hope you like them."
"We definitely will. The sandwiches Shui brought earlier are already so popular here," she chuckled.
"Mmm, the chicken roll is amazing!" Nuo's eyes shone with stars as she already munched on it.
Her toddler son, Muyang, giggled, flailing his hands to get a bite of the roll his mother was eating, but she pulled it away.
"Hehe, you are a tad bit young to eat rolls at this age."
"Hooo?" Muyang's head tilted.
"Oh, Hou Lin is here?" Han Tian was taken aback, surprised.
Seeing the paper bag in his hands, his surprise turned into a glimr. "Are those sandwiches?"
Shui's nose was slightly elongated with pride.
Such a brilliant idea to bring him here.
"Yes! Since you really loved them, I thought to have him personally deliver it to you. Plus, we have sothing to ask you about Mr. Zhong."
Han Tian made a face. "Why do I have to talk about that basta-"
"Muyang, Dad, Muyang," Xinyi cleared her throat. "He is at an impressionable age."
"People cannot even curse anymore in this house…" he muttered.
They settled in the dining area where Lin got ready to serve them. Xinyi's eyes widened and she said, "Oh, no, no. Please take a seat. You are our guest."
Lin certainly wasn't comfortable with his present role. "Please let serve you. I have made them for you anyway."
"Aiyyaa, Hou Lin is so modest," Nuo waved her hand. "You are still in your 'cafe-owner-serving-custor' mode. I wish my idiot brother could learn a thing or two from you! Bro Jian is always so troubleso!" She glared.
Sowhere in Natsukashi, Jian sneezed. He rubbed the tip of his nose.
"Who just insulted this great lord! Co forward!"
But Nuo was happily leaning back on her chair, munching on a second roll this ti.
"Oops, this was supposed to be Siying's share, isn't it?" She sheepishly grinned.
"I have made many, so please don't worry," Lin said seriously.
She shone. "Aren't you such a good man!"
Shui's brow twitched. "Sis, you accuse the twins and Grandpa and Uncle of being foodies, but aren't you one too?"
She gasped. "The accusation! It hurts , Shui," she sniffled. "I'm nowhere close to the twins and Grandpa and Uncle in the being-troubleso ter."
So you are just as dramatic as you are a foodie. Yup, the genes surely run strong, Shui thought.
After a stern look from Xinyi, Lin was finally made to join them while the maids served them. He felt a little awkward and uneasy. He hadn't expected he would join the Hans in their al.
"Ah, this really makes go back to those days…" a glint of lancholy passed through Han Tian's eyes, his gaze looking distant.
He smiled at Lin. "Thanks a lot. You made them just like the owner. I thought I would never get to eat them again."
Lin bowed slightly. "My pleasure. I'm glad it brings nice mories for you."
"But did you say that Sihan told you about that eatery?"
He nodded.
"Huh. Maybe prison changed sothing in him?" Han Tian looked puzzled. "It feels impossible that he reminisced about sothing like this when I used to practically drag him to the eatery every single ti. He had never wanted to go there on his own accord. He hated it so much that I used to take him because he hated it so much," he chuckled.
Lin asked, "And his brother? Did he hate him too?"
Reviews
All reviews (0)