...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the school.
Shen Ruxu had a strong sense of crisis and was ready to make a run for it as soon as Shen Sixing led his men to force their way in.
However, there is a saying that those who know you best are often not your friends, but your enemies.
He had just reached the back door, not even having the time to congratulate himself on his quick reaction, when a group of people blocked his way.
Shen Wenta stood at the back with a smile on his face. "What are you running from, Second Brother?"
The next second, a group of bodyguards swarmed out of nowhere, tied Shen Ruxu up securely, and stuffed him right into the car.
And now, the three brothers were all sitting in the same car, waiting for their father to bring their sister out.
"How can you be so vicious, Shen Wenta? I'm your biological brother, and you let them treat me like this." Shen Ruxu rested his head against the window, looking completely wilted, like a cabbage left out in the sun.
"I'm vicious?" Shen Wenta sat on the other side, spinning a gun in his hand, his tone cold. "You should be grateful I didn't stuff you in the trunk."
"Have you forgotten who took you out to play when you were a kid?" Shen Ruxu spent a long time working with his head down before finally untying the ropes binding his hands behind his back. He tried the car door, found it locked tight, and turned his head in disbelief. "Was I really that bad to you?"
"You still have the nerve to mention that?"
Shen Wenta's previously calm expression instantly flared with anger.
"When I was a kid, every time I went out with you, I would end up spending several extra days lying in the hospital."
His voice was sinister, and towards the end, he even let out an absurd laugh. "Once, you took me to some underground boxing arena, threw me into the ring, and said you wanted me to 'experience the true hot blood between men.' If I hadn't surrendered fast enough, I would have been beaten to death in a few punches."
Shen Ruxu's voice sounded perfectly justified. "Wasn't I just trying to let you experience the diversity of society? If you stayed at home all day, you would have turned into moldy moss or a gloomy mushroom."
"Shut up!"
"I won't."
"..."
Shen Xun covered his ears.
He was currently sandwiched between the two of them, with the noisy Shen Ruxu on his left and the furious Shen Wenta on his right.
The boy's thoughts fell into a brief state of chaos, his expression gradually going blank.
... So noisy.
So incredibly noisy.
Books never mentioned that when two older brothers got together, it would be such a deafeningly loud situation.
"I'm also sorry about what happened today," Shen Ruxu said, ruffling his hair wildly in an attempt to prove his innocence in the matter. "But if you had just told me earlier who Shen Yi was, there's no way I would have joined Changtian and the others in their nonsense."
"Save your explanations for when we get home," Shen Wenta said, gloating. "Instead of wasting time talking nonsense with me, you'd be better off thinking about how to beg Mom for mercy. If you're lucky enough not to be beaten to death, I'll send you to the best hospital in the country."
"..."
At the thought of what he had to face at home, Shen Ruxu completely lost the energy to argue with him.
The young man pressed his face firmly against the car window, exuding a pitiful vibe of wanting to escape but being unable to. He muttered, "... I don't want to go home."
His cry, as always, went completely ignored.
The car fell quiet for a moment.
"There's still one thing I don't understand," Shen Wenta said, his eyes fixed outside the car window, watching the police cars gradually gathering at the school gate and the flashing police lights crisscrossing around them. His eyes flickered under the illumination of the lights. "How did you manage to target her? Is there something special about Shen Yi?"
Since childhood, Shen Ruxu had been wild, unrestrained, and a lover of freedom.
He liked making friends, but it was absolutely impossible for him to take an interest in a child for no reason.
"You mean Little Yi?" Shen Ruxu felt it wouldn't hurt to tell him. "At first, I just randomly stopped a student."
"Later, I thought she looked familiar, so out of curiosity, I casually tossed a listening device on her," he said lazily, tracing a circle on the car window out of boredom. "After that, having interacted with her a few times, I finally remembered that I had seen her in a photo in a photo album."
"It was about..."
Shen Wenta waited for two seconds but didn't hear the rest.
"Spit it out," he urged, a hint of impatience finally creeping into his tone. "About what?"
Shen Ruxu recalled that yellowed photograph, his voice dropping low. "It was about our eldest brother."
