Jiang Zhaoye had always been a little hellion, and nothing annoyed him more than people bringing up his frail older brother.
His brother was three years older, but with his skinny arms and legs and his slender frame, he looked as if a gust of wind could carry him away. He might as well call Jiang Zhaoye his older brother.
But this frail older brother of his...
At fifteen, he walked more than twenty kilometers, searching nearly half a mountain, all to find the limited-edition drone Jiang Zhaoye had lost.
At seventeen, he cared for Jiang Zhaoye's sick horse almost without sleeping. The horse recovered, but he fell ill!
At nineteen, with not even a month of driving experience, he drove a sports car into the vehicle Jiang Zhaoye had been kidnapped in, leaving his right hand permanently injured.
Jiang Zhaoye thought older brothers were born to be good to their younger brothers. He thought that was true of himself, too.
But when someone kissed his frail older brother until his face turned red,
Jiang Zhaoye felt like he was going insane!
"A bastard child nobody's supposed to know about walks right into the Jiang family, thinking he can enjoy this wealth for free?"
"With those skinny arms and legs, how could you have anyone wrapped around your little finger?"
"He looks like a girl, all pale and delicate."
"Aren't you my older brother? Isn't it your job to take care of me?"
"Brother, you're so good to me. Does that mean you like me? I don't like men, so don't lump me in with those disgusting gay people."
"Damn it! What makes you think you can just say you don't owe me and suddenly you don't?"
"Aren't older brothers born to be good to their younger brothers?"
Theme: Love means always feeling you owe someone.
Catching bugs, you are using it incorrectly
The story of two generations intertwined is still too small, but it is already very exciting!