Shanghai.
Jun woke up with a silent yawn and opened his eyes from the lovely dream he was having about himself and Ai. Last night was also just as lovely as they passionately made love. But this ti, he spared her from having more rounds with her as they were going to return to Beijing tomorrow.
His ears perked up as he heard Ai faintly giggling. She laid beside him, her naked back facing him as she was checking sothing on her phone.
What's so funny early in the morning? He cocked his brow with interest.
He quietly raised his head and peeked into her phone. Looking at Ai scrolling through his childhood pictures made his brows twitch incessantly. Even more so when he noticed that she was chatting with Shui.
He sneered. "You seem to have grown very close. I must say, too close to my taste."
Ai gasped in shock and looked back. "Don't just pop in like that suddenly."
His gaze darkened. "You tell what secret conversation you are having with Shui first!"
She furrowed her brows. "There is no secret conversation. She is sharing your cute childhood pictures. Jun, you looked so cute wearing glasses," she peeked at him with hope, "I want to see you in glasses again."
"No. How could she share my pictures like that? I have no privacy at all!"
"Why do you need privacy from your girlfriend?"
"You just want to see in glasses, don't you?" He dryly asked.
"I also want to see you wearing Pikachu ears," she pointed at a picture where the twins were grinning beside him. Jun was forced to smile in that picture, wearing a Pikachu ears headband.
His dark brown eyes shone with violence. "I didn't put those damn ears on by choice! Those annoying twins forced it upon !"
Ai nodded with appreciation. "They did good. You look so-"
He shot her a glare as if expressing the severe consequences she would face if she uttered the word cute again.
"Moving on…" she cleared her throat and scrolled through the other pictures. Most of the pictures had Jun either reading a book or playing so video ga. Then there were many other pictures of various celebrations held but Jun didn't look interested in any of them. It was as if he wanted to be left alone.
Jun snatched her phone away. "That's enough."
"Hey! Give my phone back. I haven't seen all the pictures," she pursed her lips.
"What is there to see other than my miserable expressions?" He grimaced.
She chuckled. "Not all are miserable. You looked happy in all those pictures clicked with Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Han."
"..."
"I can see the crush in your eyes for Mrs. Han," she teased him.
"You…No more pictures!"
Ai protested. "But I want to know how you were as a child."
"It was nothing special."
"It's special for . In that sense, I do feel jealous of Shui because she has seen that side of yours. She has spent her whole childhood with you. I haven't. So, at least I want to know your life through the pictures," she gave him an extrely sincere look.
His mouth twitched. It was hard to ignore her when she said it like that.
"Fine…" he gave her phone back. "But no calling cute! That's my condition."
"Sure."
I will call you cute in my mind, Ai thought.
They went through his pictures together, giggling and laughing. She slowly pointed out after seeing through most of the photos. "Jin is with you in almost every picture."
Jun tilted his head and raised his brow. "Now that you say it, it is like that indeed."
"Shui told that Jin always stuck around your side wherever you went."
"Yeah, pretty much," he weakly smiled, "We were always together. Or atleast most of the ti. That's why…it was hard to imagine that Jin would snatch Shui away from like that. But you know what is even stranger? In the elevator, Shui said that Jin hates her. She confessed her feelings and he said that he hated her."
"I know," Ai looked grim, "Last night when I was near the lake, I heard Jin talking to Shui. He thought that Shui stalked him in Shanghai and…"
"And what?"
"Jin said a terrible thing to Shui. He wants to get rid of Shui, so he asked…if she would leave him after a one-night stand."
"What!?" Jun exclaid loudly. It gripped him by such disbelief that he wasn't able to process it.
"I got angry and I slapped him."
"You bet you did!" Confusion, anger and shock were all over his face. "What the hell Jin is thinking suggesting such a pathetic thing like that!? He cannot degrade Shui like that! Did he really ask that?"
"Yes. That's why I slapped him."
He gritted his teeth. "I have to talk to Jin. This is going out of hands! I am already out of his way. Shui also loves him. Then what does he want? How dare he say such a thing to her? Trust , if Bro Nian gets to hear about this, he will torture him and bury him alive!"
Jun then pressed his brows and asked, "How is Shui?"
Ai lowered her gaze, feeling wistful for her. "Naturally, very hurt. But I talked to her, and she is fine now."
Jun drew out a long and angry sigh. He balled his fist and spoke through a clenched jaw, "I will talk to Jin. Hell, he cannot act like this!"
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"Jin!"
Outside the hotel where so were doing so painting and maintenance work, Jun grabbed his brother's shoulder and harshly made him face him. "Are you out of your mind? What the hell did you say to Shui last night!? Is that what Mom has taught us? I don't know what is going on in your mind, but is that how you are supposed to behave to a woman? Your childhood friend at that!"
Jin clicked his tongue. "Your present and ex-girlfriends are such tattletales, Bro. Don't they have better work to do?"
"Jin!"
But he forced himself to calm down and took a deep breath. "Tell . What is going on?"
Jin sneered and shook off his question. Without answering anything, he was about to leave when his gaze fell on a heavy paint can above falling towards Jun's head.
"Jin you have to answer-"
Suddenly, Jin gave him a hard push and scread. "Bro, get out of the way!"
As he stumbled back, the can hit on Jin's temple and he collapsed on the floor, unconscious.
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