Chapter 114: with translation of chapter title

You invited me to have dinner at the Qin Family.

Qin Yuchen: "……"

"You invited me, ah." Zhou Yinhe frowned and repeated.

Qin Yuchen, face stiff: "Come to my house for dinner tonight."

"Okay." Zhou Yinhe nodded, slightly lifting his chin toward Qin Yuchen, "Let's go, let's go now."

Qin Yuchen got into his own car with a helpless expression, trailing behind Zhou Yinhe's car, which knew the way to the Qin Family even better than he did.

Wen Ling was still chatting with Liushutong when she heard the car noise; she thought it was her uncle returning, since at noon her uncle was still in Lin Province and couldn't possibly make it back, but who she saw was Zhou Yinhe.

Wen Ling asked in surprise: "How did you come?"

Zhou Yinhe nodded at Liushutong, then walked over and sat down next to Wen Ling without ceremony, explaining: "I ran into Qin Yuchen, and he insisted I come to the Qin Family for dinner."

Qin Yuchen followed behind him; hearing that, his steps paused, and he locked eyes with Liushutong, who had already seen through Zhou Yinhe's little thoughts.

"Don't you want me to come?" Zhou Yinhe lightly furrowed his brows, took Wen Ling's hand, feeling a bit wronged.

Wen Ling shook her head, explaining: "No, I'm afraid my maternal grandfather..."

Zhou Yinhe breathed a sigh of relief, chuckled: "Qin Lao practically watched me grow up; I'm just coming for dinner—could he really drive me away?"

When Qin Lao saw him, he really wanted to drive him away; he glanced at his granddaughter and then spoke to Zhou Yinhe, both tactful and blunt.

"Xiao Wu, have your parents been busy lately?"

Zhou Yinhe gave a light laugh: "Not busy."

"Really? I thought they didn't have time to keep you company for a meal."

Wen Ling: "……"

Zhou Yinhe pinched Wen Ling's palm, thick-skinned, and said: "They think I'm superfluous, Grandfather Qin—don't you dislike me?"

"Disliking, but could he say it outright?" Qin Lao gritted his teeth: "It's not that I dislike you; it's just not a family reunion, I'm worried you'll feel uncomfortable."

"Oh, is that so." Zhou Yinhe raised an eyebrow, tilted his head toward Wen Ling, "It's fine; I won't feel uncomfortable. From now on we're family, so just consider this an early reunion."

"……" Qin Lao forced a smile at him; from the rise and fall of his chest, he was quite angry.

Wen Ling shook off Zhou Yinhe's hand, stepped forward to support Qin Lao's arm, and asked softly: "Grandfather, are you alright?"

"It's fine, it's fine." Qin Lao waved his hand, sighed: "He's old, his legs just aren't nimble; Ah Ling, help me walk together."

"Okay."

Zhou Yinhe stood where he was; as Qin Lao brushed past him, the contemptuous glance thrown his way kept replaying in his mind.

Qin Yuchen crossed his arms, looked at him, gave a light chuckle, and took Liushutong's hand as they walked toward the restaurant together.

Zhou Yinhe adjusted his breathing, followed them into the restaurant; Wen Ling had Qin Lao on her left and Liushutong, who was just about to sit down, on her right.

He gave a light cough; Liushutong rested her chin on her hand, gazing at him with an expression that said, "You can't make me leave."

Zhou Yinhe had no choice but to sit beside Qin Yuchen, gritting his teeth softly: "Can't you control your fiancée?"

"Sorry." Qin Yuchen raised the corner of his eye, "I'm just like you—strictly wife-ruled; only my wife gets to boss me around."

"……" Zhou Yinhe laughed in anger, "Fine, really fine."

Qin Yuchen and Liushutong exchanged a glance; their eyes held similar amusement.

Qin Yuyang trudged downstairs, and upon seeing Zhou Yinhe, his eyes widened.

If one were to say Qin Yuyang is a little devil causing chaos, then in front of Zhou Yinhe he's merely a petty witch seeing a great witch.

He had heard too many rumors about Zhou Yinhe, so he naturally knew some of the things Zhou Yinhe had done—things that everyone knows he did, yet nobody can pin anything on him.

Qin Yuyang took a few steps, plopped down beside Zhou Yinhe, and gazed at him with starry eyes.

"Hello, Fifth Brother." He certainly knows how to curry favor.

Zhou Yinhe frowned at him; Qin Yuyang continued, "Hello hello, I'm Qin Yuyang. Can I call you big brother? From now on you'll be my dearest big brother."

The others: "……"

"No way." Zhou Yinhe refused without a second thought, still remembering how Qin Yuyang had bullied Wen Ling.

Qin Yuyang indeed looked at him with a hurt expression, not expecting him to reject this free-of-charge little brother.

"Qin Yuyang, say it again—who's your big brother?" Qin Yuchen narrowed his eyes, warning him.

"You're my big brother by blood, and Fifth Brother is my big brother in society." Qin Yuyang showed no fear, raising his chin with a defiant "what can you do about it?" expression.

Liushutong had just taken a sip of water; hearing that, she almost spat it out with a puff.

"Big brother in society?" Qin Yuyang, Qin Yuyang, you truly are the Qin Family's one and only oddball.

Qin Lao scolded: "Qin Yuyang, who did you learn all this nonsense from?"

Qin Yuyang turned his body to hide behind Zhou Yinhe, muttering softly: "You don't understand."

Qin Lao hissed, about to scold him, but Wen Ling laughed and asked: "Do you really want to acknowledge him as your big brother?"

"Of course." Qin Yuyang's little face was all pride; he glanced at Zhou Yinhe, then his mood drooped: "But the big brother doesn't want this little brother of mine."

Wen Ling propped her chin, blinked her bright eyes: "How about this: you serve me dinner tonight properly, and I'll let him acknowledge you as his little brother."

"Really?" Qin Yuyang doubted, his big eyes full of doubt, until he saw Zhou Yinhe nod at him.

"Alright then, what do you need me to do?" Qin Yuyang stood up, walked over to Wen Ling, and asked with a serious expression.

Wen Ling pretended to think for a moment, then pointed with her chin at the shrimp: "First, peel the shrimp for me."

Qin Yuyang didn't know how; he'd always been waited on since childhood, but thinking that if he obeyed, he could later tell the other kids in the compound that his big brother was Zhou Yinhe and enjoy their envious looks… Qin Yuyang reached out and lifted the whole plate of shrimp.

Qin Yuchen opened his mouth, but Liushutong shot him a look that said "shut up."

Wen Ling naturally watched Qin Yuyang peel the shrimp; at first his peeling was all pitted and uneven, but by the time the plate was nearly empty, he managed to produce a few whole ones.

Qin Yuyang placed the bowl of shrimp bits in front of his older brother, and put the intact shrimp in front of Wen Ling.

"Done, any more?"

Wen Ling lowered her eyes to look at the shrimp in the bowl, then glanced at the other dishes on the table; there was nothing else she could use to give him a hard time, so she signaled him to pour her some juice.

"Okay." Qin Yuyang nodded crisply.

Several people were still watching the fun, not expecting him to actually be obedient; seeing him like this, they all lowered their heads and began to stifle laughter, especially the butler who knew the young master's temperament best, turned and walked out of the dining room, only after stepping out of the villa's gate did he start laughing unrestrainedly.

But he hadn't laughed long before the villa's outer gate suddenly opened automatically, a car drove in; the butler, who had been laughing to death, instantly restrained himself, turned and went back into the villa to the dining room, and whispered: "Miss Ruan MiaoMiao has arrived."