chapter 59
This heartless guy… I shouldn’t have spoken up for him.
Gu Che let out a low laugh and lightly punched his chest with a fake fist. “No respect for elders? You think you can just call me Gu Che? Call me Second Brother.”
Gu Zhao curled his lips and snorted, “So what if I was born a few minutes earlier than you? What’s there to be arrogant about?”
A playful glint appeared in Gu Che’s eyes. “Oh? Still not satisfied?”
Never mind a few minutes—being born even a second earlier makes him the older brother.
Gu Zhao glanced at him, then unexpectedly pinched his arm.
“Ah—!”
A sharp gasp escaped Gu Che’s lips, and tears welled up from the pain.
Damn it.
And he even pulled a sneak attack.
Successful sneak attack—Gu Zhao’s face flashed with a triumphant smile as he turned and ran.
Gu Che’s handsome face darkened, and he chased after him, pulling off his hat and throwing it at Gu Zhao’s back.
“Gu Zhao, you despicable shameless brat! Today, I’ll make you know what it means to respect your older brother!”
Beside them, Gu Qingning looked skyward, speechless.
These two idiots… can she just say she doesn’t know them?
At that moment, Gu Zhao rushed over and hid behind her.
He grabbed her arm, smiling ingratiatingly, “Ning’er, Third Brother is the best to you. You can’t just watch him get hurt.”
“Ah Zhao, aren’t you embarrassed, hiding behind Yao’er like that? Do you even have a conscience?”
Gu Zhao peeked from behind Gu Qingning and replied matter-of-factly, “I’m not hiding. Should I just stand there dumbly and let you hit me?”
Gu Che rolled his eyes at him. Then, when he looked at Gu Qingning, his expression suddenly softened. “Yao’er, step aside. Don’t mind him. Wait until Second Brother finishes beating him, then I’ll take you out for a big meal.”
Before the words were even out, a hat hit his handsome face.
Gu Che caught the hat and, gritting his teeth, looked at the “attacker.” “Gu… Zhao.”
Gu Zhao whistled, deadpan: “Second Brother, don’t be angry. Getting angry makes you age faster. If you get ugly, your fans will climb the walls.”
His words were definitely pouring fuel on the fire.
Gu Che ground his teeth, trying to control his temper.
Calm… he must stay calm…
But three seconds later—
Calm my ass. If he doesn’t beat him today, he’s not really his Second Brother.
Gu Che shoved the hat into Gu Qingning’s hands, then gently pulled her aside. “Yao’er, stand over there.”
Dangerous energy approached, and Gu Zhao knew something was wrong.
It was over.
Second Brother was serious now.
He took a step back, turning to run—but unexpectedly,
A large hand grabbed the back of his collar with lightning speed, overpowering him physically.
“Ah Zhao, what did you just say? Say it again for Second Brother.”
A gentle yet menacing bass voice came from behind, and Gu Zhao sensed a clear threat.
He swallowed, about to admit defeat—but then glimpsed Gu Qingning, and the thought of giving in vanished instantly.
In front of Ning’er, he could never back down—it would be too humiliating.
Thinking that, he turned to face Gu Che, standing firm. “Who told you to talk trash? I just pinched you a little, and look at you—so petty, not acting like a brother at all.”
Gu Che narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint surfacing. “Ah Zhao, looks like after a while, your courage has grown.”
“Who told you that?” Gu Zhao retorted.
Gu Che laughed with frustration, pushing his shoulder. “Yao’er is here, can’t back down now.”
True to being twins, Gu Che immediately saw through his thoughts. Gu Zhao felt a bit awkward and pushed him back. “You’re the coward.”
“You still dare push me?”
“So what if I push you?”
Back-and-forth, they began shoving each other.
You push me, I push you—suddenly it looked like kindergarten kids fighting.
Gu Qingning couldn’t help but smile, quietly watching their antics.
However—
A handsome guy and a beautiful girl together always draw attention.
Many students noticed the commotion and slowly gathered, curiosity in their eyes.
“Stop it, let’s go.” Gu Zhao quickly halted the scuffle, lowering his voice.
Knowing the chaos their identities could cause, Gu Che adjusted his mask.
The two brothers exchanged a glance, each grabbing one side of Gu Qingning and leaving.
After a few steps, murmurs arose from behind.
“That masked guy looks familiar… I’ve seen him somewhere.”
“Those phoenix eyes… so much like Gu, even the back looks the same.”
“Stop dreaming. Gu can’t possibly come to our school.”
…
“That was close.” Sitting in the car, Gu Che exhaled in relief.
Gu Zhao started the car, glancing at the girl in the back seat. “Ning’er, what do you want to eat?”
“I already ate. I’m not hungry.” Gu Qingning looked out the window, her gaze stopping at a bookstore ahead.
“Third Brother, stop at that bookstore up ahead.”
Before the words finished, the car braked sharply, almost hitting the roadside barrier.
By inertia, Gu Qingning leaned forward, her forehead hitting the seat in front.
Gu Che stabilized himself, turning to see a red mark forming on her forehead, frowning slightly.
“Ah Zhao, how are you driving?”
Gu Zhao smiled sheepishly. “Just a little mistake, just a mistake.”
A sharp tap landed on his head. Gu Che scowled. “Look what you did to Yao’er’s forehead.”
All he did was call him Third Brother…
Gu Zhao finally noticed the red mark on her forehead, panic rising. “Ning’er, I didn’t mean it! Does it hurt? Let me take you to the hospital.”
Gu Qingning brushed her hair, letting it cover the mark.
She casually said, “It’s fine. No need for the hospital.”
“That’s not okay. It’s all red—you might have a concussion. Better get it checked.” Gu Che insisted.
“…”
A concussion?
Gu Qingning’s eye twitched—he was overreacting.
“I really am fine, Third Brother. Just take me to the bookstore.”
Immersed in the joy of hearing “Third Brother,” Gu Zhao, still uneasy, asked, “Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“Yao’er, I’ll go with you to the bookstore.” Rarely did she acknowledge him as a brother, and Gu Che seized every chance to be attentive.
“No need. You guys go eat. I’ll buy a few things at the bookstore, then head back to school. Classes in the afternoon.”
Gu Che’s lips moved but didn’t speak. Then his phone rang.
Glancing at the caller, he saw it was his manager.
At this hour? Why call now?
He answered, and the manager’s voice blared, “My ancestor, I’m finally off a day, and you’re already trending! Can you be a little more considerate?”
Gu Che was confused. “Trending?”
“What happened?”
The manager panicked, “Not to nag, but if you’re going to fight, pick a secluded spot. Fighting in public, and someone filmed it, now it’s trending.”
