“……”
Watching his younger sister disappear upstairs, Zhou Sui'an clenched his fists.
He must have dug up the Jiang family's ancestral graves in his past life.
Otherwise, why did that man keep making trouble for him?
The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. He pulled out his phone, tapped on Jiang Zongyan's number, and called him directly.
But no one answered.
It felt as though a ball of fire was burning in Zhou Sui'an's chest. Unwilling to give up, he sent Jiang Zongyan a series of voice messages on WeChat.
“Jiang Zongyan!”
“How old are you? How old is my sister?”
“Just because no one wants you doesn't mean you can set your sights on my sister!”
“I'm warning you—if you dare lay so much as a finger on my sister, I'll fight you to the death!”
Outside the window, spring was in full bloom beneath a blazing sun.
The Oriental Supreme Hotel stood like a majestic tower, its 108-story modern skyscraper piercing the heavens.
On the top floor was a presidential suite. Rumor had it that the room was booked year-round, though its owner rarely stayed there.
Last night, the entire hotel staff had been urgently called back and instructed to make every possible preparation.
The reason was that the owner of the suite had finally appeared again after three years.
Rumor had it that the Jiang Group heir was cold and indifferent, extremely particular about his lifestyle, and difficult to get along with.
At that moment, the entire top floor was utterly silent.
Inside the presidential suite, a man lay on the spacious leather bed.
Thick, tousled black hair fell across his sharply chiseled face, partially covering his broad forehead.
His handsome eyes were half-lidded, and he looked somewhat exhausted.
His delicate skin and striking bone structure were so breathtaking that even one extra glance could make a person's heart pound.
The heating in the room was turned up high, and he wore nothing but a bath towel casually draped around his waist.
One long, solid arm extended from beneath the gray silk pillow and hung lazily over the edge of the bed. His fingers were long and pale.
Even top hand models would envy those perfectly sculpted hands, yet they now hung limply, as though he were exhausted to the limit.
Jiang Zongyan had been working nonstop for three consecutive months just to make this trip back home.
He had flown back from Miami on a private jet the night before. Instead of returning to the Jiang residence, he had gone straight to the hotel to recover from jet lag.
He suffered from an acute inability to sleep in unfamiliar beds. Just as he had finally drifted off, his phone began ringing incessantly.
Not many people knew his private number.
His narrow brows drew together slightly. Irritated, he reached out and felt for the phone.
His cold eyes opened a sliver.
When he saw the name “Zhou Sui'an,” his brows furrowed deeply.
He was just about to answer when the call ended.
Must have been a wrong number.
Jiang Zongyan paid it no mind. He put down the phone and closed his eyes again.
The next second, WeChat began vibrating.
“Bzzz… bzzz-bzzz… bzzz-bzzz-bzzz!”
One message came after another, as though the barrage would continue forever if he refused to respond.
Jiang Zongyan gritted his teeth and picked up the phone, irritation written all over his face.
He opened WeChat.
With his distinctively jointed fingers, Jiang Zongyan tapped the red notification dot. A familiar stream of curses poured through the speaker, foul enough to offend the ears.
“Jiang Zongyan, you fucking pervert!”
“How old are you? How old is my sister?”
What a lunatic.
As if he didn't know his own sister's age.
“You're an unwanted old man, yet you actually dare to lust after my beautiful little sister? An old ox eating young grass—don't you have any shame?”
His sister?
Beautiful?
The corner of Jiang Zongyan's mouth twitched violently. An image surfaced in his mind: a little brat of thirteen or fourteen.
Her face had been smudged with dirt, and she had worn her hair cut short like a boy's. When she smiled, several prominent front teeth gleamed dazzlingly white—though one was missing from the middle, leaving her grin whistling with every breath and giving her a rather comical appearance.
“If you dare sleep with my sister, I'll never let you off!”
Sleep with his sister?
Zhou Sui'an, you were going too far!
Jiang Zongyan wasn't that desperate.
He ignored Zhou Sui'an and exited the chat, then called their mutual friend, Lu Chen.
“Well, well, when did Young Master Jiang remember I existed? You came back to the country without telling me. Otherwise, I would've gone to pick you up at the airport.”
Jiang Zongyan ignored the subject and asked bluntly, “When did Zhou Sui'an go crazy?”
Lu Chen paused. His flippant tone became a little more serious.
“Huh? I haven't heard anything… Wait, what did he do to annoy you this time?”
“If he isn't crazy, he's probably about to be.”
Jiang Zongyan couldn't bring himself to say that Zhou Sui'an had actually accused him of wanting to sleep with his sister.
But when he thought about it, Zhou Sui'an's fits of insanity were hardly a recent development. He immediately felt better.
“I'm hanging up. I'll buy you a drink in a couple of days.”
“Sure. I'll throw you a welcome-home party.”
“Mm.”
After ending the call, Jiang Zongyan set down his phone and lay back down.
But the interruption had completely destroyed his drowsiness.
Disturbing someone's sleep was practically the same as murdering their mother!
The more Jiang Zongyan tried to sleep, the more awake he became. He rubbed his hair irritably, picked up his phone, and reopened his chat with Zhou Sui'an. Then he tapped out a few words.
“If you're sick, go get treatment. Stop messaging me just to go crazy.”
Zhou Sui'an was already furious. When he received Jiang Zongyan's reply, his face instantly turned green.
What nerve!
He was trying to seduce Zhou Sui'an's sister, and he still had the audacity to act so smug about it.
Zhou Sui'an immediately initiated a video call.
He was extremely angry now, and the consequences would be severe.
Jiang Zongyan was just about to block him on WeChat when his finger slipped and he accidentally answered.
“Jiang Zongyan, you son of a—”
Zhou Sui'an's furious voice abruptly cut off.
The curtains in the room were drawn. The elaborate, high-end imported European lace blocked most of the bright light outside, though the embroidered words “Oriental Supreme” could still be faintly seen on the silk pillow.
The hazy light shifted, revealing the scene on the bed in fragments.
Jiang Zongyan seemed to have showered not long ago.
His tousled black hair still held a faint trace of dampness.
His standard eight-pack abs were sharply defined, his flat stomach narrowing downward. Prominent veins twisted along his lower body, disappearing beneath the white bath towel.
Those long legs, seemingly longer than Zhou Sui'an's life itself, were lean, muscular, and taut, with his veins standing out as if poised to spring into action.
Zhou Sui'an's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Jiang Zongyan was completely naked. He wasn't even wearing underwear.
Ahhhhhhh!
His eyes were burning!
He had still been holding on to a sliver of hope.
Perhaps his sister had merely been throwing a tantrum to stop him from going to see Su Wan.
But after seeing the scene before him, that last bit of hope died completely.
The expression on his handsome, refined face cracked apart inch by inch.
The Oriental Supreme Hotel. TT. Cat ears. Bells. Playing games…
Zhou Sui'an's vision went dark.
His sister had been telling the truth!
All of it was true!
He could almost hear something shattering. The final trace of hope in his heart collapsed along with it.
“Zhou Sui'an, where exactly are you looking?”
Only then did Jiang Zongyan realize that he was wearing nothing at all. His face darkened, and he yanked the blanket over himself.
His exquisitely carved face flushed faintly as he snapped in embarrassment and anger, “Zhou Sui'an, don't tell me you like men?”
He normally didn't sleep naked. He was simply too exhausted today.
There was no one else in the room, so after showering, he had gone straight to bed.
“Fuck! Do you think I wanted to look at you? You disgusting eyesore!”
Zhou Sui'an raised his brows, yet couldn't help sneaking another glance at a certain area.
Damn.
It was hard to describe.
It was actually even…
Huh?
What had he been about to say?
How had he gotten distracted by the wrong thing?
He immediately straightened his face and said angrily, “I'm talking to you about my sister. Don't change the subject.”
Jiang Zongyan was so furious that he laughed. The corner of his lips curled into a wicked smile. “I only got back to the country last night. I haven’t even seen your sister, so how could I… her?”
He treated Zhou Suisui like his own little sister. With the upbringing he’d had, he simply couldn’t bring himself to say the word “sleep.”
He had only just returned last night and hadn’t even made it home yet. When would he have had the chance to hit on her?
Besides, his sister was just a little sprout.
It wasn’t as if he had some weird fetish.
But Zhou Sui'an refused to listen to a word of his explanation. His sister was the cutest girl in the entire world, and every man who saw her would fall for her.
His sister hadn’t lied to him after all. Jiang Zongyan really was a bastard.
Wahhh.
Zhou Sui'an felt so wronged that he nearly cried. He roared angrily over him, “Exactly! You’d barely gotten back before you couldn’t wait to hit on my sister. You pervert!”
The more he talked, the more aggrieved he felt.
When had they even exchanged contact information?
Hadn’t he secretly taken his sister’s phone and blocked Jiang Zongyan’s WeChat account?
“…”
Jiang Zongyan opened his mouth, then closed it. He opened it again, then closed it again. For a long while, he couldn’t force out a single word. In the end, he was so exasperated that he actually laughed.
No wonder this guy was known as “Old Two.”
The nickname was completely deserved.
Just look at that brain of his—it was stuffed with tofu dregs.
Although he had never had a woman he liked and had no strict requirements for his future partner, he was absolutely certain that he wasn’t interested in some little sprout.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Mistaking Jiang Zongyan’s silence for intimidation, Zhou Sui'an said smugly, “You and my sister are completely mismatched. If you know what’s good for you, stay away from her!”
With that, he hung up without waiting to see how Jiang Zongyan would react.
Jiang Zongyan’s mind went completely blank. He was utterly dumbfounded.
This guy was exactly the same as he’d been when they were children—there was something seriously wrong with his head…
