Chapter 614: with translation of chapter title

Cheng Mao's steps as he walked back kicked up smoke.

Several friends behind caught up, chatting back and forth, not intending to let him go at all.

I laughed to death, Mao bro, that's someone's mom! You've been swooning here a while, and you ended up liking a married woman!

Your taste is actually not bad, but the direction is wrong; next time ask clearly before making a move, bro—I'll support you spiritually.

Another person hooked his neck, deliberately mimicking his dazed look from when he had just been staring at Shen Ningmu.

Cheng Mao impatiently shoved his hand away, "Aren't you all asking for a beating? I just asked that!"

To be honest, that auntie takes really good care of herself; at first glance I also thought she was your sister, so it's not your fault.

"Alright, alright, don't say more." Cheng Mao's ears uncontrollably heated up, "Who knew he'd already become a mom?"

That person maintains themselves well.

Cheng Mao took a deep breath, quickened his pace, and flung the demonic noise behind him farther away.

When he returned to his family's secluded little courtyard, he pushed the door open; the living room was dead quiet.

His eleven-year-old sister Cheng Cheng was lying on the sofa doing homework, with a textbook opened to halfway beside her.

Hearing the footsteps, she didn't lift her head.

Cheng Mao wobbled over to the edge of the sofa and sat down, limbs spread, head tilted back staring at the ceiling, his voice muffled: "I'm done for."

Cheng Cheng didn't lift her head, "What nasty thing did you do again?"

Cheng Mao briefly ran through what had just happened, and the more he said it, the more it felt like a joke.

After hearing that, Cheng Cheng finally lifted her head and mocked, "Cheng Mao, you should just go back to studying; your brain doesn't look too good."

It seemed as if, when she wasn't around, someone had put her brother's brain on a baking tray to roast.

Cheng Mao sat up straight, feigning anger, "My brother's being laughed at right now, and you're acting like this?"

His love hadn't even started before it was over.

And how are those two supposed to view him…?

Cheng Cheng lowered her head again to write, "When you tease me all the time, why don't you think about yourself? Before, you even stuck all the stickers I'd saved onto a cup, saying it made you look classy!"

"The day before yesterday you even hid my homework, saying if I couldn't find it I didn't have to do it, which got me scolded for twenty minutes by Mom on a video check-in. And…"

She rattled off a long list, bursting out with dissatisfaction toward this brother.

That sister's brothers all follow her lead, so how did she end up with such a dimwitted brother who only causes trouble for her every day?

Cheng Mao choked a bit, "That wasn't just messing around with you, was it?"

Cheng Cheng rolled her eyes elegantly and replied in a sarcastic tone, "Then I'll mess around with you too. Listen to your sister's advice: read more, look less, don't become a real idiot."

Cheng Mao realized he couldn't find a rebuttal, so he leaned back and slumped again into the sofa.

The two siblings were sent here by the family; he still has electronic devices to play with, but his weekly playtime is limited, someone's watching, but fortunately there are many brothers here.

The two seem to have been exiled to this secluded utopia, with no other entertainment each day.

Cheng Cheng adapted quickly, immediately mixing with the local kids and even becoming their leader; even in her free time she planned out each day's schedule, saying it would make time pass faster.

By contrast, Cheng Mao seemed more anxious, which is why he ran out looking for some fun.

"By the way," Cheng Cheng said leisurely, "an hour ago a guy surnamed Leng came looking for you, saying he's your friend. I told him you'd gone out to embarrass yourself, so he stood outside for a bit then left."

"Surnamed Leng?" Cheng Mao narrowed his eyes, pulling a figure from his memory, "... How did he also come?"

He remembered that the Leng family kid seemed to be called Leng something Jian, so he immediately sat up straight, "When did he come?"

Cheng Cheng had just said all that, and he's still asking!

She thought he really couldn't understand human speech, "I don't know; he looks in a bad mood, just pacing outside."

Just as they were speaking, the doorbell rang, cutting off their conversation.

Cheng Mao, listless, "Go open the door."

"Not going."

"Did your butt grow roots on the sofa?"

"Don't forget Mom and Dad sent me to supervise you; watch out, I'll tattle on you— in this household, I'm the emperor."

Cheng Mao resignedly got up to open the door.

Outside the door stood a male student in a black short-sleeve shirt, slightly bowed, one hand propped on his knee, his face flushed from rushing.

Seeing Cheng Mao open the door, he straightened up and barged inside, "Damn, you're still here? I thought your family had sent you here to suffer."

Cheng Mao leaned against the doorframe, letting him squeeze in, "How did you also end up here?"

Leng Zijian pinched his brow, gritted his teeth, "It's all because of my dead second sister!"

Cheng Mao raised his eyebrows, "How so?"

Leng Zijian was furious, "She just finished the college entrance exam, did well, and my dad let her intern at the company; I was home too, so I said I wanted to try as well."

"The result was she told my dad I'm too young, not suited for the company, and also said a younger brother should focus on studies, first concentrate on reading his books well."

He mimicked it perfectly, "My dad listened, thought it reasonable, and sent me here to collect my thoughts, saying the environment is good and suitable for study."

Cheng Mao heard that and couldn't help laughing a little.

After all, he was sent here to lay low after causing quite a bit of trouble in the circle, and his sister was arranged by the family to come keep him company.

"You were just kicked out like that? Your dad didn't say anything?"

Leng Zijian sneered contemptuously, "What could he say? She's the daughter that person holds dearest, his word is law at home, and I'm just an illegitimate child."

Inside the Leng family it's actually quite chaotic; the eldest and second misses are twins but not on good terms, one has a mother close to them, the other is most favored by the father.

The third young master isn't studying in this city, the father never mentioned him, and he has little presence.

Then the Leng family head, his father, when young often sought substitutes for his deceased white moonlight lover; lacking precautions, he left many illegitimate children.

The previously acknowledged miss supposedly offended the little princess of the four major conglomerate families, and without even making a splash she disappeared.

He too was only recently acknowledged back, and has kept a low profile.

Leng Zijian looked around, his face gloomy as he changed the subject, 'By the way, have you seen the people living in those few buildings around the main residence? I heard they often go out with Grandfather Xiang, seeming to be big shots from C Shi, not small-fry.'

Cheng Mao covered his face, 'Stop prying, they're not on the same path as us.'

Ah, his love!

'I know they're not on the same path, but among them there's a particularly pretty young lady.'

Leng Zijian's eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned in, 'When I was waiting for you just now, I glanced from afar—she's really very pretty, her hair is pink, like a doll's; have you seen her?'

Before Cheng Mao could speak, Cheng Cheng chimed in without looking up, 'Cheng Mao just mistook that older sister's future mother-in-law for a single older sister he felt a flutter for.'

Cheng Mao, devoid of any will to live, said, 'Don't say any more.'