Qiao Jiayi always thought Yan Lanting was a "guardian" his father had hired by "wasting money."
That was until he was sorting through his father's belongings and found a yellowed paternity test:
Yan Lanting was his older half-brother, who had been living away from the family.
The man who had once pinned him in front of a wrecked race car and forced him to reflect on his actions,
the man who had taught him business in the study late at night, expressionless,
the man who... made his heart race and made him resist, yet whom he couldn't help wanting to get close to.
Was actually his blood-related brother?
Qiao Jiayi's worldview collapsed.
He burned the test results, swallowed the secret, and pushed Yan Lanting's boundaries even harder.
He raced, so Yan Lanting bought the entire racing team.
He got drunk, so Yan Lanting took him away in front of everyone.
He deliberately went on a date with someone else, so Yan Lanting simply tied him up and took him home.
"Yan Lanting, what gives you the right to control me?" he demanded, eyes red.
The man's fingers gripped his chin, a storm of restraint churning in his eyes.
"Because every time you say my name, you tremble."
Later, Qiao Jiayi flung a share transfer agreement at Yan Lanting in front of everyone.
"Congratulations. You've been using me all this time for this, haven't you? Now it's all yours, big brother."
Then he turned and fled abroad.
Three years later, at an auction.
Qiao Jiayi, now an up-and-coming financier, ran into Yan Lanting in the restroom.
The man pinned him against the cold tiles and roughly pulled open his shirt, revealing a brand-new tattoo on his shoulder blade:
a black rose with thorns.
Beneath it was a line of tiny English text: Yan Lanting's name.
"Explain," Yan Lanting rasped.
But Qiao Jiayi tipped his head back, kissed his Adam's apple, and smiled. "Big brother, did you miss me these past three years?"
[Reader Advisory]
Fake stepbrothers (they aren't related by blood at all, it was all a beautiful misunderstanding)
Age gap
Theme: A prodigal who turns over a new leaf is worth more than gold. If you sincerely regret what you've done, Heaven will give you the chance to start over.
Dear author, can I urge an update? \ (^0^)/
The author writes in big words "Haohaokang٩(◦`꒳´◦)۶"